For what's the use of talking with a man who has a disease and thinks about the stars?
We movie stars all end up by ourselves. Who knows? Maybe we want to.
Ten million dollars after I'd become a star I was deeply in debt.
A star-spangled sky and you were looking the other way, the night beckoned and waited and you waited for the day.
I had always seen myself as a star; I wanted to be a galaxy.
Every evening words, not stars, light the sky. No rest in life like life itself.
Why do I go outside at one a.m. and search the stars as though I'd numbered them?
That boy was going to make the world turn, and the stars would fall like rain.
When an opera star sings her head off, she usually improves her appearance.
I confess I do not know why, but looking at the stars always makes me dream.
When you consider things like the stars, our affairs don't seem to matter very much, do they?
He whose face gives no light, shall never become a star.
My understanding is, the fans are so ravenous in Canada, they gnaw on the stars.
I only want to work with actors that really get it and make it work. I didn't want it to be a star-driven thing anymore.
Everyone wants to be a movie star or a model, to be in the papers, but few realise just what hard work it is, getting up early, and so on.
I am not going to do a film based on a bad scenario just to make a big Hollywood film or work with Hollywood stars.
Comedians get jokes offered to them, rock stars get women and underwear thrown onstage, and I get guys that want to take me fishing.
And when you look at the sky you know you are looking at stars which are hundreds and thousands of light-years away from you. And some of the stars don’t even exist anymore because their light has taken so long to get to us that they are already de...
THE MOON was but a chin of gold A night or two ago, And now she turns her perfect face Upon the world below. Her forehead is of amplest blond; Her cheek like beryl stone; Her eye unto the summer dew The likest I have known. Her lips of amber never pa...
The keen stars were twinkling, And the fair moon was rising among them, Dear Jane. The guitar was tinkling, But the notes were not sweet till you sung them Again. As the moon's soft splendour O'er the faint cold starlight of Heaven Is thrown, So your...
Twas noontide of summer, And mid-time of night; And stars, in their orbits, Shone pale, thro' the light Of the brighter, cold moon, 'Mid planets her slaves, Herself in the Heavens, Her beam on the waves. I gazed awhile On her cold smile; Too cold–t...
