Man is his own star; and the soul that canRender an honest and a perfect manCommands all light, all influence, all fate.Nothing to him falls early, or too late.Our acts our angels are, or good or ill, Our fatal shadows that walk by us still.

If you listen to your fears, you will die never knowing what a great person you might have been.

Robert H. Schuller

Being rejected is not the end of your life, it's a means to an end for your life. And that end is your destiny.

Adetokunbo O. Adeoye

The population explosion is the primary force behind the remaining six groups of critical global events [diminishing land resources, diminishing water resources, the destruction of the atmosphere, the approaching energy crisis, social decline, and conflicts/increasing killing power].

Ron Nielsen

Being a singer is all about me. About ego. Being a mom is all about being selfless - two different worlds.

Gwen Stefani

Humor is tragedy plus time.

Mark Twain

I didn't mind studying. Obviously math and the physical science subjects interested me more than some of the more artistic subjects, but I think I was a pretty good student.

Alan Shepard

My mom is very Southern and she in real life says things like, 'If you've got it, flaunt it.'

Cheryl Hines

Rasa cemburu adalah obat yang lebih adiktif dan memuaskan daripada apa pun yang dikenal oleh umat manusia. Efeknya instan, menyambar kita lebih cepat daripada kilat, dan membuat kita mabuk dalam sekejap.Begitu kita berada di sana, teler berkat hal yang disebut kecemburuan ini, kita melihat kesempatan untuk curiga di mana-mana.

Dorothy Koomson

Should we continue to look upwards? Is the light we can see in the sky one of those which will presently be extinguished? The ideal is terrifying to behold... brilliant but threatened on all sides by the dark forces that surround it: nevertheless, no more in danger than a star in the jaws of the clouds.

Victor Hugo

It feels good to have your work respected again.

Eminem

Art has the power to transform, to illuminate, to educate, inspire and motivate.

Harvey Fierstein

They laid their hands upon my head, They stroked my cheek and brow; And time could heal a hurt, they said, And time could dim a vow. And they were pitiful and mild Who whispered to me then; The heart that breaks in April, child; Will mend in May again. Oh, many a mended heart they knew; So old they were, and wise. And little did they have to do To come to me with lies! Who flings me silly talk of May Shall meet a bitter soul; For June was nearly spent away Before my heart was whole.

Dorothy Parker, The False Friend