Solar Eclipse Love Quotes

Shelby believed that love was like a solar eclipse - breathtakingly beautiful, absorbing, and capable of rendering you blind. She had not necessarily gone out of her way to avoid a relationship, but she hadn't wanted on either. It was called falling in love for a reason - because, inevitably, you crashed at the bottom.

This is the whole stupid thing about all these unblood relationships. They depend on people staying the same, standing in the same spot they were in over a decade ago, when they first met. Surely the reality is that connections between people aren't permanent, but fleeting and random, like a solar eclipse or clouds meeting in the sky. They exist in a constantly moving universe full of constantly moving objects.

Sometime during high school he’d gotten . . . kind of . . . beautiful, and Harper found it easier to not look directly at him. When she did, it did strange things to her, making her voice high and her cheeks burn. So she only ever really looked at him out of the corner of her eyes, like one would look at a solar eclipse.

I ABHOR SOLAR ECLIPSES Eight different phases, Gibbous or Horned, eight different faces, with deception, it is adorned. The Moon is a counterfeit, is it not? Symbol of concord, but its larceny is caught; The Moon is ugly, is it not? Symbol of femininity, but its beauty is bought. For the lovers to stare at, for the forlorn to glare at, for the lost to seek, for the harmonious to keep. Even so, I resent the Moon, for its illumination is rented. I despise the Moon, for Its lustre is borrowed. I loathe the Moon, for it is in debt. I dread the Moon, for it is nothing, but dead. It is the Sun that I love, the giving star. The symbol of blazing spirit, mightiest, even though afar. It isn’t looked at enough, but every day, it still shows up; It isn’t relished as much, but every day, it still comes up. Its warmth is taken for granted, its incandescence is circumvented, its radiance is sidestepped, its intensity is toyed with. Yet it extends, its very own golden arms, deep into oceans and all across farms. It lends to the moon, it tends to the earth, it provides, it gives, for nothing in return. The Sun is beautiful, The Sun is magnificent, The Sun is alive, The Sun is proficient. Perhaps it is human tendency, to be deceived by appearance. The Moon is an accessory, The Sun is perseverance.

Falling moths! It was midnight as I passed by the street, There were street lights, that cast shadows elite, Long and elongated, as if to boast and bluff, A macabre sight with fiendish stuff, Shadows that scared their casters, As if they were signs of foreboding disasters, I still walked my course one step at a time, While the shadows committed their emotional and visual crime, Of intimidating the walker’s will and courage, But I knew they had a surmised existence and it tamed my rage, Then suddenly a moth fell over my shadow, I stopped, I could clearly feel its bravado, For the love of light, it dared the night, Even if it meant the moth was destined to be a fallen knight, But the night didn't know it kissed the light a 100 times, Before it fell just for the destiny’s sake, and for no felony and no crimes, Because if it is a crime to love light then I shall commit it too, And like the swarm of million moths I shall kiss the one I love even if it begets me a moth-like fate too, The fallen moth shivered and flapped its failing wings, As it lay covered in the shroud of light that silently, every night a dirge sings, To honour its all lover moths who fall just to kiss it, For even Gods and prophets have died to kiss it, The light, the light that reveals the true passions of a romantic moth, And the light that guides every traveler on life’s path, And tonight as moths flapped their failing wings over these bluffing shadows, I thought of you my love and then the endless sorrows, But the moth that fell over my shadow and died not suddenly but moment by moment, I heard it say, “the kiss of light, the kiss of life I had eventually felt!” So whenever I cross the street and street lights during the night, I think of you, I think of the moth, I think of light and then everything disappears from sight, And I see an infinite swarm of moths flying towards the sun, For the divine light shall fulfill the promises that here for the moth were left undone, And the eclipsed sun, that you and I see, Is actually an infinite swarm of moths kissing the sun, that appears to be a solar eclipse to fools like me, So let the fallen moth rest over these shadows in peace, And let the night moan these gallant lovers, whose valour is stronger than the warriors of Greece!

In the depths of my soul, lurks a desire for adventure, thrills call out to me.

Through every joy and sin my heart remains yours my love forever endures.

Like a solar eclipse, he’s already casting his shadow upon everything and everyone else. It’s exciting at first. You feel like you’re a part of something that doesn’t happen every day. And maybe you’re tempted to stay in the shadows. But then you realize that you need the sun. You can’t survive in darkness alone.