Starcit Quotes & Sayings

But you aren't asking me to climb a tree now, are you?"

No hun, I'm asking you to fly. — Ryan Hunter

The fans appreciate the success the young guys are having now because they know the game is clean, that they've finally got rid of all the performance-enhancing drug issues. — Ryan Braun

Don't try to understand women.
Women don't want to be understood,
they just want to be loved.
It is men who crave understanding. — Manoj Vaz

There's a level at which, if you take poetry seriously, the focus it involves ... that never goes away. — Guy Gavriel Kay

No one is an environmentalist by birth. It is only your path, your life, your travels that awaken you. — Yann Arthus-Bertrand

Some questions don't have answers, which is a terribly difficult lesson to learn. — Katharine Graham

Some people just can't get over their own hang-ups to listen to my music. — Jakob Dylan

I like the idea of a love story between men. There is a great affection between men, which exists much more in ethnic groups: Latin, Italian, Jewish. — Arne Glimcher

The ... destructive ... message is that the parents don't trust their children to do what they are supposed to do whether it be learning to fall asleep on their own, figuring out how to safely climb a tree, or remembering to do the homework assignment. This message is especially harmful. Children cannot believe in themselves if the most important people in their lives don't believe in them.1 — Lysa TerKeurst

And as we pretend to be brave, we become so. All — Pierce Brown

If you think that by threatening me you can get me to do what you want ... well, that's where you're right. But - and I am only saying this because I care - there's a lot of decaffeinated brands on the market that are just as tasty as the real thing. — Val Kilmer

I went from five foot eleven to six foot eight, and the more ball I played, the more I caught on to the game. — Dennis Rodman

Sometimes you're fighting corporations and forget that people can talk to each other. — Al Pacino

It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they executed the Rosenbergs, and I didn't know what I was doing in New York. I'm stupid about executions. The idea of being electrocuted makes me sick, and that's all there was to read about in the papers
goggle-eyed headlines staring up at me at every street corner and at the fusty, peanut-smelling mouth of every subway. It had nothing to do with me, but I couldn't help wondering what it would be like, being burned alive all along your nerves.
I thought it must be the worst thing in the world.
New York was bad enough. By nine in the morning the fake, country-wet freshness that somehow seeped in overnight evaporated like the tail end of a sweet dream. Mirage-gray at the bottom of their granite canyons, the hot streets wavered in the sun, the car tops sizzled and glittered, and the dry, cindery dust blew into my eyes and down my throat. — Sylvia Plath