“It's time to start believing — Oh yes.
Believing who you are: You are a shining star.”
Lionel Richie (1949) American singer-songwriter, musician, record producer and actor
Say You, Say Me.
Song lyrics, Dancing on the Ceiling (1986)
Source: Thus Spoke Zarathustra
“It's time to start believing — Oh yes.
Believing who you are: You are a shining star.”
Lionel Richie (1949) American singer-songwriter, musician, record producer and actor
Say You, Say Me.
Song lyrics, Dancing on the Ceiling (1986)
Sufjan Stevens (1975) American singer-songwriter and multi-instrumentalist
"Come On! Feel The Illinoise!"
Lyrics, Illinois (2005)
Prevale (1983) Italian DJ and producer
Original: Le donne sono stelle, un dono del cielo. E, quando sono felici, brillano di una luce propria, intensa e vitale.
Source: prevale.net
“I will make you brooches and toys for your delight
Of bird-song at morning and star-shine at night.”
Robert Louis Stevenson book Songs of Travel and Other Verses
No. XI, Romance, st. 1.
Songs of Travel and Other Verses (1896)
Neil Young (1945) Canadian singer-songwriter
Words (between the lines of age)
Song lyrics, Harvest (1972)
Sinclair Lewis book Elmer Gantry
Elmer Gantry, paraphrasing the eloquence of the "atheist" Robert G. Ingersoll in his sermon.
Elmer Gantry (1927)
Context: His text was from Proverbs: "Hatred stirreth up strifes: but love covereth all sins."
He seized the sides of the pulpit with his powerful hands, glared at the congregation, decided to look benevolent after all, and exploded: "In the hustle and bustle of daily life I wonder how many of us stop to think that in all that is highest and best we are ruled not by even our most up-and-coming efforts but by Love? What is Love—the divine Love of which the—the great singer teaches us in Proverbs? It is the rainbow that comes after the dark cloud. It is the morning star and it is also the evening star, those being, as you all so well know, the brightest stars we know. It shines upon the cradle of the little one and when life has, alas, departed, to come no more, you find it still around the quiet tomb. What is it inspires all great men—be they preachers or patriots or great business men? What is it, my brethren, but Love? Ah, it fills the world with melody, with such sacred melodies as we have just indulged in together, for what is music? What, my friends, is music? Ah, what indeed is music but the voice of Love!"
Wisława Szymborska (1923–2012) Polish writer
"Psalm"
Poems New and Collected (1998), A Large Number (1976)
Context: And how can we talk of order overall
when the very placement of the stars
leaves us doubting just what shines for whom?Not to speak of the fog's reprehensible drifting!
And dust blowing all over the steppes
as if they hadn't been partitioned!
And the voices coasting on obliging airwaves,
that conspiratorial squeaking, those indecipherable mutters!
Only what is human can truly be foreign.