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I'm not a star!!! A star is nothing but a ball of gas!!!
It's only people, as far as we know, who look up at the stars and wonder what they are.
Yes, we too are stardust.
Oh, the self-importance of fading stars. Never mind, they will be black holes one day.
I know a star when I see one.Star-- James Toback
Those who study the stars have God for a teacher.
When it is dark enough, men see the stars.
I am drinking the stars
Stars to live by. Stars to steer by. Stars to die by.
Star people are rare.
She met a boy
and called him Stargazer
because instead of poems
he recited the names of constellations.
He said the freckles on his arms
were roadmaps to the sky,
and the bruises that he carried
were supernovas in disguise.
"Stargazer
Stardust to stardust
Now, I guess, people want stars. People are trying to invent stars.
I probably should get a bit more star-struck but I never do.
That's another thing about today's stars that makes me glad that I'm not doing it any more. The stars come with ten people all around them. I don't know how you ever make any personal contact with them.
the silver pepper of the stars.
I am not a star. At least, I don't consider myself a star.Star-- Marvin Gaye
All of the tir e e'lintes are full of potential, always moving, always restless, always looking for possibilities to reach out and be somewhere else, be something else. This tree, that tree, that forest, that forest. But more than anything, we love the stars.
We looked at the sky. So many stars, it seemed like a celebration, a grand, illicit party the galaxy was holding after the humans had been put to bed.
The stars are distant and unobtrusive, but bright and enduring as our fairest and most memorable experiences.
The US Navy has several people on every ship that can navigate by the stars. They don't fool with that.
My God
it's full of stars!
Spun sugar clouds and extraterrestrial crystal vintage T-birds flying through space, morning-glory girls swinging from star-hung vines in cosmic gardens.
We are going to have that thing everyone talks about, that indescribable, indefinable thing that everybody wants to find...Here's to endless stargazing.
As marvelous as the stars is the mind of the person who studies them.
Follow your own star!
There are too many stars in some places and not enough in others.
Allie, what do the Stars tell me to do? You know I don't understand the scientific part.
Nothing can match the wonderment that comes from staring up into the star-filled canopy above and realizing that you are a part of that creation.
We're so far away from those stars
Get close to grass and you'll see a star.
For me, the stars are the invisible people on the street that people don't really get a chance to know.
The summer night sky over the Hindu Kush, domed by the Milky Way's mage light, was infinitely splendid. Strewn against this craggy luminosity, millions of tiny stars shone, a diamond heist gone awry.
Underground, the stars are legend.
The stars are reliable, unlike any other thing in this crazy world. Leaves fall off the trees. Snow melts. Rain washes away all the things we wrote on the pavement. But the stars are relentless in shining.
From the stars, to the stars.
Occasionally we sigh for an earlier day when we could just look at the stars without worrying whether they were theirs or ours.
Please leave me alone; let me go on to the stars.
What it is you are looking for, isnt at the stars but in front of your eyes ... when you download the head ... will find it.
Every star has that certain something that stands out and compels us to notice them.
The stars are so far, far away!
Come quickly, I am drinking the stars!
Much as I love looking at the stars, I never learned to guide by them. I mark my course by people.
I go behind the telescope, peer into the eyepiece, and all the stars crash down on my head. It's like taking a shower in the cosmos. I gasp.
I have departed from this planet and I have left behind my poor earthly ones with their occupations which are as many as they are useless; at last I am living in the scintillating splendor of the stars, each of which used to seem to me as large as millions of suns.
The stars give light to night sky.
We've all got stardust in our bones ...
We have bottled the stars this evening, my young friends.
Stars today are just masturbation images.
Stars don't sit still, they twinkle
I love you, what star do you live on?
We explore astronomical life through medicate experience, and we live life through love and ardvarks.
We're STARDUST! Thanks to those initial stars who sacrificed their precious lives for us!
One thousand brilliant stars punched holes in my consciousness, pricking me with longing. I could stare at the stars for hours, their infinite number and depth pulling me into a part of myself that I ignored during the day.
Across the sea of space, the stars are other suns.
We are stardust, meant to shine.
Looking at these stars suddenly dwarfed my own troubles and all the gravities of terrestrial life.
The stars are so pretty. It's like they're speaking to us.
Stars are better off without us.
You know what shows today are missing? Stars.
Tasteful illumination of the night, Bright scattered, twinkling star of spangled earth.
Stars which stand as thick as dewdrops on the field of heaven.
where we could see the stars. "Whoa," I said. "Isn't it beautiful?" "It's like . . . ," I said. "It's like a squid in love with the sky.
You're my Star, a stargazer too,
and I wish that I were Heaven,
with a billion eyes to look at you!
It's 2009, a Thursday night in September, and I've stopped looking for stars in the Los Angeles sky. I settle instead for the ones I see in my head when I go three or four days without eating. Same difference.
We think of stars as celestial beings. And once in a while, they smile at us from the pages of 'People' magazine.
You know the reason I love the stars is because we can't hurt them: we can't burn them, we can't melt them , we can't make them overflow, we can't flood them or burn them up - so we keep reacing for them
You think of stars as ambitious or aggressive or self-oriented.
On any given night the stars are endless losses or endless gains. One for the love you experience and one for the love you lose. One for the unfulfilled wish and one for the wish yet to come.
Night coaxed out the stars, my jailers.
Eskimos maybe? believed stars were holes in the sky where people who died could peek through at you
When she was little, she'd liked to pretend that stars were really lights anchoring distant islands, as if she wasn't looking up but only out across a dark sea. She knew the truth now but still found stars comforting, especially in their sameness. A sky full of burning replicas.
I'm going to search for my star until I find it. It's hidden in the drawer of innocence, wrapped in a scarf of wonder.
The stars glitter from outside... like cosmic confetti sprinkled across the night sky.
Stars should not be seen alone. That's why there are so many. Two people should stand together and look at them. One person alone will surely miss the good ones.
The sight of stars makes me dream.
When it gets dark enough you can see the stars.
My definition of a star is someone who really lasts for a very long time.
Stars on our door, stars in our eyes, stars exploding in the bits of our brains where the common sense should have been
Stars are beautiful, but they may not take part in anything, they must just look on forever.
We are made of starstuff. Some
Only a foolish soul would love the stars. As beautiful as they are, they will burn you. Regardless of your best intentions.
This is the result of six billion years of evolution. Tonight, we have given the lie to gravity.We have reached for the stars.
Here's the problem, when you're stargazing on a mountain top you are partially oxygen-deprived and you're in command of million dollars worth of hardware. So as much as I would like to sip wine under the stars, it's contraindicated in the instructions on operating telescopes.
Our stars are not where we last admired them. Our homes crumble and we don't know which place to long for.
I am a star because I have always felt so alienated and I project this feeling to others.
Stars are phoenixes, rising from their own ashes.
Great innovations, powerful interactions and real art are often produced by someone in a state of wonder. Looking around with stars in your eyes and amazement at the tools that are available to you can inspire generosity and creativity and connection
Right before the explosions begin, I find a star.
Our satellites are reaching stars
And there are people who are still searching stars in Horoscopes
Let stars brighten your eye.
I collect flickering stars
in old pickling jars,
poking holes in the lids
so they can breathe.
We are made of starstuff.
Any star can be devoured by human adoration, sparkle by sparkle.
Above our heads, the stars flare and glitter and flash: thousands and thousands of them, so many thousands they look like snowflakes whirling away into the inky dark.
At night in this waterless air the stars come down just out of reach of your fingers.
The bad thing about nerd stars: they're so high up that it's hard to hear or see unless you exist in space with them.
I don't consider myself a star.
Immanuel Kant is credited with saying, "If the stars came out only once in a lifetime, we'd stay up all that night." Now we stay up late in Plato's cave just to watch the enervated stars on The Tonight Show.
Basically there are no stars anymore. The audience is the star.