星星
Look at the stars, look how they shine for you.
I'm not a superstar, I'm just a man who sings for the stars.
"To think is to confine yourself to a single thought that one day stands still like a star in the world's sky."
The stars above were countless, each one a tiny beacon of light in the vast darkness.
The stars are not just points of light in the sky; they are the dreams of those who dared to look up.
"I like the night. Without the dark, we'd never see the stars."
The darkest nights produce the brightest stars.
"The stars are not just points of light, but windows into the past."
"We are all made of starstuff, and it's our destiny to explore the stars."
The universe is not just a collection of stars and galaxies; it's a complex web of interactions and phenomena that we are only beginning to understand.
"The power of a single word can outshine the brightest star in the darkest night."
"Every person is a universe, and every story is a star in that universe."
I like the stars. It's the illusion of permanence, I think. I mean, they're always flaring up and caving in and going out. But from here, I can pretend...I can pretend that things last. I can pretend that lives last longer than moments. Gods come, and gods go. Mortals flicker and flash and fade. Worlds don't last; and stars and galaxies are transient, fleeting things that twinkle like fireflies and vanish into cold and dust. But I can pretend.
The poet is a man who puts up a ladder to a star and climbs it while playing a violin.
The future isn't written in the stars. There are no guarantees. So claim your adulthood. Be intentional. Get to work. Pick your family. Do the math. Make your own certainty. Don't be defined by what you didn't know or didn't do. You are deciding your life right now.