Finding Lost Stars Quotes

“Her smile cut sharper than a knife’s edge.”
― Grace Curley, The Light that Binds Us

“Love is not weakness, father: it is strength. Love is what taught my skin to feel and my eyes to see. Love is not a weapon: it is light.”
― Grace Curley, The Light that Binds Us

“The gods may have spoken, but Nature only bends to a goddess.”
― Grace Curley, The Light that Binds Us

“Love is weakness, Icarus, the man had said, grim, 'It is Man’s deadliest weapon, greater than the sword and mightier than the axe—because it can destroy you with a single breath.”
― Grace Curley, The Light that Binds Us

“Each night he would give up on sleeping in his pain and drowning in his silence; he would watch the few stars that were in the sky that night, but he would never be living them. Something has taken his warmth and replaced it with a starless sky.”
― Grace Curley, The Light that Binds Us

“Sun-brushed hands trailed circles on his wings, opening new ways to touch the sky. The dance is the dalliance of the whispers, unsaid desires brighter than eternal suns. His teeth of flint and steel, the sun boy’s lips like ichor.”
― Grace Curley, The Light that Binds Us

“There was something beautiful about his scars, something lovely about his fallibility.”
― Grace Curley, The Light that Binds Us

“Throughout the slow burning of the day, the silver-skinned boy kissed the air with the ghost of moon-soaked lips, images circling
his head and under his jaw, and paint spilled onto paper. He said he was not an artist, but the boy he remembered told him once
that the language of art is such a sacred dream. And he believed him.”
― Grace Curley, The Light that Binds Us

“From stars, he was born, and to stars, he shall return.”
― Grace Curley, The Light that Binds Us

“He stayed under the fluorescent street light until the sounds of traffic and nightlife faded into silence, and only then did he look up into the night sky, the way he usually did when he was looking for answers.”
― Grace Curley, The Light that Binds Us

“I live in sin.” The winged boy’s eyes had
turned downwards, his soft mouth setting grimly with despair. “To kill myself I live. No longer my life my own, but sin’s; my good is given to me by heaven, my evil by myself, by my free will, of which I am deprived.”
― Grace Curley, The Light that Binds Us

“No.” The word burned in his mouth and sizzled on his tongue. “A wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away, and the trees stand.” His last words were with finality, his eyes no longer sparked. “I think, I too have known
autumn too long.”
― Grace Curley, The Light that Binds Us

“Daedalus’s blood ran cold. “No?” he shook off his son’s arm. “For once you have tasted flight …” His voice was desperate now.
“…you will walk the earth with your eyes turned skywards, for there you have been and there you will long to return.”
― Grace Curley, The Light that Binds Us

“He looked at all the people in that room, their tears and their smiles merging together as one, and at the care they all had for him, as if he was worth something great.”
― Grace Curley, The Light that Binds Us

“Here he was now, stuck in the labyrinth of his mind, a labyrinth of demolished roses,
staring at the cosmos between his eyelids and feeling the star spots on his skin.”
― Grace Curley, The Light that Binds Us

“The labyrinth was dirty, constricting. The smell of wet and rotted vines littered the air, making his tentative hands twitch and curl
with desperation. How he wished to be free again! To feel the glaciers melt into springs and witness the stars turn themselves
over and over again under his fingertips.”
― Grace Curley, The Light that Binds Us

“Imperfect. Beautiful. The most extraordinary thought of all.”
― Grace Curley, The Light that Binds Us

“Some would say that the winged boy loved the sun, loved him with his very own soul and every fibre in his body. His father had warned him: Don’t fly too close to the sun, boy, you know better. But who was he to listen?”
― Grace Curley, The Light that Binds Us

“When he ran to him, his strong arms caged around him and his sun-streaked skin burned under his fingers. He ignored the burning. The soft mumble on his neck told him that he understood, that he loved him. He dared to kiss the sunlight and it kissed him back.”
― Grace Curley, The Light that Binds Us

“I’m fine,” is the reply he gives. I think I am surviving, in all the wrong ways, is the reply he thinks.”
― Grace Curley, The Light that Binds Us

“He painted until his cursive brushes were only whispers of rawness on the thin ivory. Only the walls and the ravens that watched
knew the boy with the paint-stained palms weaved his art onto his sketchpad on the park bench at lunchtimes, and only the trees
whispered it like a prayer.”
― Grace Curley, The Light that Binds Us

“You cannot find peace by avoiding life, you know.” His mother smiled at him and sat across the table, spreading her papers around as if they were a tablecloth made of silken letters.”
― Grace Curley, The Light that Binds Us

“But the dream is over. He has no one to fly to now. He is among strangers, and his memories would only be a murmur in a darkened room lit by one, snuffing candle.”
― Grace Curley, The Light that Binds Us

“Millions of colors spring up from behind his eyelids, lighting up the dark world like a thousand urns pouring out of the sun.”
― Grace Curley, The Light that Binds Us

“The relief Kieran felt was staggering. The sick-satisfaction of justice burned through him like an oil spill, waiting for him to drop a match, to let it all go up in flames as he laughed through the rain of hellfire.
But he didn’t. He pocketed the metaphysical match. He vacuumed the torrential oil spill. He had just turned his wasteland into a rain forest; he would not let his resentment burn down the trees he had grown out of the garden of his own mind. Kieran himself had come too far to let the angry hand of vengeance burn away his fertile terrains, ruin his harvests of the pure flora kingdom and slaughter his animals to ribbons in sacrifice to greater demons whose jaws never shut. Homeostasis was a hard-earned tendency. Bonfires were clumsy and unwarranted; if he let it consume him and everything he’d built, all he had cultivated would be for nothing.
He did not want his flowers to die.”
― Grace Curley, The Light that Binds Us

“Either way, his dreams were filled with bronzed faces and heavenly wings, hallucinating millions of eyes and Angels staggering on tenement rooftops, screaming unworldly oaths over the tops of cities, and drowning in their imagination.”
― Grace Curley, The Light that Binds Us

“Their gazes locked, and together they saw the squandered mirages slain beneath their feet, cemeteries of lonesome dreamers who gave up their wings under the name of love, salt-soaked kisses half-forgotten and twice-remembered.”
― Grace Curley, The Light that Binds Us

“All my life my heart has sought a thing I cannot name,' the silver boy said, eyes dancing over the horizon. 'But now that I have found it, I am not so sure I can handle knowing it.”
― Grace Curley, The Light that Binds Us

“The two girls grew up with the same feeling of love for years and knew it was home, and better than Heaven, which was only a place.”
― Grace Curley, The Light that Binds Us

“She had rosemary in her hair and stardust on her cheeks, and she was a mess of beautiful chaos, and Rhæna loved her more than life.”
― Grace Curley, The Light that Binds Us