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starve
The world will never starve for want of wonders, but for want of wonder. Gilbert Keith Chesterton
star three truly whatever
You're truly a star after you've been able to do whatever it is that you do for at least three years, Jerome Forneris
stars war long
Star Wars' is a galaxy a long time ago, far, far away. 'Star Wars' is not about our future. Damon Lindelof
stars thinking interesting
I think the next big thing in music, and it's kind of because I come from the tech industry, is actually, I think it's the platform... Spotify is incredibly interesting. I think the platform is becoming the star. Brian Chesky
stars heart order
Love binds people too, in matrimony's sacred bonds where chaste lovers are met, and friends cement their trust and friendship. How happy is mankind, if the love that orders the stars above rules, too, in your hearts. Boethius
stars years fans
I am a fan of Hrithik and I feel he will be a star for 30-40 years. He is really great. Anil Kapoor
stars stones feels
I feel like something magical is going to happen, and I feel like all the stars have finally lined up perfectly for Angie Stone. Angie Stone
stars rocks fans
Pop stardom is not very compelling. I'm much more interested in a relationship between performer and audience that is of equals. I came up through folk music, and there's no pomp and circumstance to the performance. There's no, like, 'I'll be the rock star, you be the adulating fan.' Ani Difranco
stars quilts past
Suddenly it makes sense again. In no haze of mindfulness, staring down at this snow-covered quilt of America, I am the stars exploding. Voice shot down to hell, half sick, half recovered, alive and well and ready. The unknown for now will remain as such and in this moment that feeling is not one of suspension. It is the hopeful unknown. Reaching into the future could only be good now as the past is wrapping itself in ribbons and pleasant packing paper, rarely to be revisited. Andrew McMahon
thanksgiving thankful gratitude
When our perils are past, shall our gratitude sleep? George Canning