When beggars die, there are no comets seen; the heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes. - William Shakespeare
You are damaged and broken and unhinged. But so are shooting stars and comets. - Nikita Gill
Goodnight, moon. Goodnight, stars. Goodnight planets, comets and... Mars. Yes, even you, Mars. And not only for the sake of the rhyme. - Paul The Astronaut