We all walk in a land of dreams. For what are we but atoms and hope, a handful of stardust and sinew? We are weary travelers trying to find our way home on a road that never ends. Am I a part of your dream? or are you but a part of mine?
We are not figuratively, but literally Stardust.
Incredibly, almost every hotel I ever played in Vegas was blown up shortly afterward: The Dunes, The Sands, The Landmark, The Aladdin, The Frontier, The Hacienda, The Stardust - all were imploded.
And in that line now was a whiskered old man, with a linen cap and a crooked nose, who waited in a place called the Stardust Band Shell to share his part of the secret of heaven: that each affects the other and the other affects the next, and the world is full of stories, but the stories are all one.
I wasn't ever a massive David Essex fan, but I liked a few of his tracks, and Stardust was one of them.
Maybe it's the stardust in my head.
It really is the most poetic thing I know about physics: you are all stardust.
Friend, you are a divine mingle-mangle of guts and stardust. So hang in there! If doors opened for me, they can open for anyone.
I always refer to [Stardust Memories] as Sharon Stone's and my first film.
Even through your hardest days, remember we are all made of stardust.
We are thrown together with a sprinkling of stardust.
There really is no such thing as race. We all came from Africa. We are all of the same stardust. We are all going to live and die on the same planet, a Pale Blue Dot in the vastness of space. We have to work together.
A philosopher once asked, "Are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at them because we are human"?
The universe has a body and soul and evolves through cosmic time. As microcosms of stardust, we do the same.
I shall be dumped where the weed decays, And the rest is rust and stardust
And the rest is rust and stardust.
Mine is really - Ziggy Stardust, characters, "Let's Dance. " That's me in the American.
Yes, we too are stardust.
Are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at the stars because we are human.
A philosopher once asked, "Are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at them because we are human?" Pointless, really. . . "Do the stars gaze back?" Now that's a question.
