Sometimes it's only the young ones who are crazy enough to change the world.
Did you really want to die?" "No one commits suicide because they want to die." "Then why do they do it?" "Because they want to stop the pain.
In his eyes I saw all the other possibilities. The dream-world possibilities. The fairytale possibilities. The seemingly impossible possibilities.
When you reach the stars, boy, yes, and live there forever, all the fears will go, and Death himself will die.
As I went through the city by day I saw shadows in sunlight; But in the night I saw everywhere Stars within the darkness.
When a sex tape gets made a star is born with a publicity agent on speed dial a six figure payout and a line of tacky lingerie in the works
Each star is a mirror reflecting the truth inside you.
I was told that there was nothing for me but to come here. But, as with life itself, it may not be our choice to come, but it is our choice to leave.
Like a falling star, he descended on the Tarbh Cró, a Cassiline berserker, his sword biting and slashing like a silver snake.
She said, 'People are like stars, but it's stories that turn us into constellations. If we don't tell our stories, we burn alone in the dark.
Ambitions and dreams put you at a drinking table with unexpected companions. Cups were filled and refilled, making you drunk with the illusion of changing the world.
Everything with a beginning has an ending. Any magic that can be done, can be undone. Anything you can make, can be unmade.
It had taken skill, tact, an ability to choose friends well, and a great deal of luck... Luck was always part of it, one way or another
Fine,” he said. “You’re right. We’re not normal. We’re the most fucked-up, star-crossed lovers in history. So let’s not play nice.
For a moment I was distracted. Books always did that to me... I liked the creamy pages, the smell of ink, all the secrets locked inside.
...nothing wonderful lasted forever. Joy was as fleeting as a shooting star that crossed the evening sky, ready to blink out at any moment.
Give me Pablo Neruda, picnic beneath a full moon & iridescent stars, black olives, cherries, dark things, canoe on a river...that's romance.
And the Earth Becomes my Throne I adapt to the Unknown Under Wandering Stars I've grown I ask no one.
He is one of those who has had the wilderness for a pillow, and called a star his brother. Alone. But loneliness can be a communion.
Friends, she had realized, could make you do that. Forget the things that worried you most.
Nothing exists; all is a dream. God—man—the world—the sun, the moon, the wilderness of stars—a dream, all a dream; they have no existence. Nothing exists save empty space—and you!
