stars

He carries stars in his pocketsbecause he knowsshe fears the dark.Whenever sadness pays her a visithe paints galaxieson the back of her hands.

I can do this_ I can start over. I can save my own life and I__ never going to be alone as long as I have stars to wish on and people to still love.

Aim for the stars. You will sooner reach the moon.

Stop trying to be less of who you are. Let this time in your life cut you open and drain all of the things that are holding you back.

We're not words, Henry, we're people.Words are how others define us, but we can define ourselves any way we choose.

I saw the world from the stars' point of view, and it looked unbearably lonely.

The belief in their actions can mend constellations. The ambition in their thirst for knowledge can both create and destroy.

I am involved in a freedom ride protesting the loss of the minority rights belonging to the few remaining earthbound stars. All we demanded was our right to twinkle.

Considering all the legal hassle child stars can be, I won't be surprised when they are phased out by CGI children voiced by adult actors.

Is it not careless to become too local when there are four hundred billion stars in our galaxy alone.

I never saw film stars at home. We had no maid, no cook, no swimming pool.

And, you know, being able to wear the stars and stripes, when you step up on one of the blocks or, you know, when you step off of an airplane or when you hear the national anthem play, you know, it's one of the greatest feelings in the world because you know that there are people at home who are supporting you and watching you.

Men are like the stars some generate their own light while others reflect the brilliance they receive.

Children will always be afraid of the dark, and men with minds sensitive to hereditary impulse will always tremble at the thought of the hidden and fathomless worlds of strange life which may pulsate in the gulfs beyond the stars, or press hideously upon our own globe in unholy dimensions which only the dead and the moonstruck can glimpse.

Two men look out the same prison bars one sees mud and the other stars.

Men go abroad to wonder at the heights of mountains, at the huge waves of the sea, at the long courses of the rivers, at the vast compass of the ocean, at the circular motions of the stars, and they pass by themselves without wondering.

And New York is the most beautiful city in the world? It is not far from it. No urban night is like the night there... Squares after squares of flame, set up and cut into the aether. Here is our poetry, for we have pulled down the stars to our will.

If the poetry world celebrate its female stars at the true level of their productivity and influence, poetry would wind up being a largely female world, and the men would leave.