"star"タグの名言

A book, too, can be a star, a living fire to lighten the darkness, leading out into the expanding universe.

Hitch your wagon to a star.

Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.

Stars are the daisies that begem The blue fields of the sky.

No star is ever lost we once have seen, We always may be what we might have been.

Her blue eyes sought the west afar, For lovers love the western star.

These blessed candles of the night.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star! How I wonder what you are, Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky!

I feel like a part of my soul has loved you since the beginning of everything. Maybe we’re from the same star.

I saw a star, I reached for it. I missed, so I accepted the sky

One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star.

Listen, street punk. You're a guy, and you're a couple inches taller, and maybe forty pounds heavier, and ooh, you're in a gang. But I've survived ten years of Catholic school, and I will cut you off at your knees without a blink. Do you understand?

Light of star gives light on space. Light of God gives birth to all stars.

Once upon a time in the land of Shinar, God came down to see the city and the tower. People were united and spoke in one language. Then God confound their language and caused them scattered all over the planet earth. I believe, because of our technology, there will be one computer-based language on earth. Then God will come back again and make us all scattered all over the stars constellation.

You may be the only person left who believes in you, but it's enough. It takes just one star to pierce a universe of darkness. Never give up.

When people stargazing, they stare at stars, and many other things which they've already presumed commonly and universally as stars.

One true king knew when to step aside and give up the reins of power—to remove his crown and relinquish his kingdom—all for the sake of glimpsing, just once in a lifetime, the face of a holy child. He was the Fourth to follow the Star. His gift was a secret. The rest of his journey is unknown.

Haven’t you got any romance in your soul?’ said Magrat plaintively. ‘No,’ said Granny. 'I ain’t. And stars don’t care what you wish, and magic don’t make things better, and no one doesn’t get burned who sticks their hand in a fire. If you want to amount to anything as a witch, Magrat Garlick, you got to learn three things. What’s real, what’s not real, and what’s the difference.

My whole life I though I was the star of an overly earnest romance movie, and it turns out I was in a goddamned buddy comedy all along.

All shadows of clouds the sun cannot hide like the moon cannot stop oceanic tide; but a hidden star can still be smiling at night's black spell on darkness, beguiling