“You’re the star,” said Tristran, comprehension dawning. “And you’re a clodpoll,” said the girl, bitterly, “and a ninny, a numbskull, a lackwit… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
“You should have been born a poet,” she whispered as she pulled away. “Screw that,” he laughed as he placed a gentle… — Amelia Hutchins Copy Share Image
Just before our love got lost you said "I am as constant as a northern star" And I said, constantly in the… — Joni Mitchell Copy Share Image
“Leave the star on top," said an achingly gentle, deep voice. "There's already one angel in the room.” — Judith McNaught Copy Share Image
“Wish on a star, said a tiny voice in his head from some long-departed day of early childhood: Wish on a star--the… — Susan Cooper Copy Share Image
I never said, 'I'm going to be a big star.' I said, 'I'm going to be a good actor.' And that took… — Jeff Daniels Copy Share Image
“You said you were a fairy princess You said you were a shooting star You said we'd go to Bora Bora Now… — Jennifer Egan Copy Share Image
As a star, she was said to possess the most photogenic face, a bone structure that looked beautiful from every angle. But… — Mohnish Bahl Copy Share Image
I looked at all the superstars. What is their different thing? Their hair. Beatles, Elvis, James Dean, James Brown, Marilyn Monroe. I… — Rob Pilatus Copy Share Image
I always had the dream of doing a 'real' infomercial because I had done smaller home shows and fairs. Everyone said it… — Mike Lindell Copy Share Image
Last night, I saw a falling star. I make a wish, I said... I wish you'll be mine. The star suddenly stop,… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Sunday is a fixed star," he said. "You shall see him a falling star," said Syme, and put on his hat. The… — G.K. Chesterton Copy Share Image
“What’s that around your neck?” asked Emily. “It’s a golden star.” Said Reed. “What did you get it for?” “Chemistry class.” “What’s… — Rumi Antoinette Copy Share Image
“Irish grabbed her hand and kept the water directed at the wall. His voice cam across her radio. "Hannah. Wait. What do… — Brigid Kemmerer Copy Share Image
