A Quote by Nancy Cartwright

Remember, you can always find East by staring directly at the sun. — © Nancy Cartwright
Remember, you can always find East by staring directly at the sun.
Staring at the blank page before you, Open up the dirty window, Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find.
... such speculation is like staring into the hot white sun. you know the sun is there but you can't see a thing.
The sun shines directly on this great country, and it can be harvested, it's not owned by anybody. It's something the Jews and the Palestinians share and could work together to make the whole world a better place, not just this Middle East stuff, but the whole world.
People who are new to photography always pull their subjects directly into the sun, which is the most unflattering light in the world.
The quickest way for anyone to reach the sun and the light of day is not to run west, chasing after the setting sun, but to head east, plunging into the darkness until one comes to the sunrise.
I love President Bush. I think it's great we have a president who always looks like he's looking directly into the sun.
I have porcelain skin and tattoos all over my body, so the sun can be my worst enemy. I also am trying to never age, which is why you can always find me hiding behind massive sunglasses or under an umbrella when the sun is out!
But I guess you don't see the planets when you're staring at the sun. You just get blinded.
I sat staring, staring, staring - half lost, learning a new language or rather the same language in a different dialect.
Patience. I colored patience gray, hung over with black clouds. I colored hope yellow, just like the sun we could see for a few short morning hours. Too soon the sun rose high in the sky & disappeared from view, leaving us bereft and staring at blue.
I like to put my iPad on the window and leave it there for however long the journey is, so that I'm staring out, and it's staring out. We're kind of staring out together. It's very poetic to me, watching that absent-minded passing of time. You realize how much you've taken in. What is left of that memory of you staring out of the window for an hour? It's all on the iPad.
I remember just lying in the grass, staring at the clouds, wondering where they drifted off to after they floated over Texas. I never would have imagined that one day I would follow one of those clouds and find myself in Hollywood.
How did you become blind, uh, Jeff is it?" Yeah, Jeff. Well, I looked directly at the sun, you know, the way they always tell you not to. If only I had listened.
This world, it is a tempest sometimes. But remember, the sun always rises again.
I got this Jesus tattoo on my wrist when I was 18 because I know that it's always going to be a part of me. When I'm playing, it's staring right back at me, saying, 'Remember where you came from.'
Death is staring too long into the burning sun and the relief of entering a cool, dark room.
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