Emily Dickinson Quotes
Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate, Whose table once a Guest, but not The second time, is set. Whose crumbs the crows inspect, And with ironic caw Flap past it to the Farmer's corn; Men eat of it and die.
Emily Dickinson
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I want to direct what I feel is interesting - not what is supposed to be my zone.
Imtiaz Ali
I try to shave at night so my skin has a chance to settle by the early morning call-time.
Patrick Wilson
Once you're in a room like '30 Rock,' it's a creative setting, so you write more even after you go home, just because you're still in that mode of coming up with jokes. So the job wasn't sapping standup jokes, but it was sapping stand up time and energy, and I wouldn't be able to travel as much.
Hannibal Buress
I love comedy; I'm very goofy and spontaneous.
Victoria Justice
I moved into this neighborhood, and I was walking on this beach with my kids, and we came across a sign that said, 'Water's polluted, no swimming.' And I didn't have any answers.
Ted Danson
I said to Ruth Rendell, 'When you've written as many books as you have, it's easier.' She said, 'No dear, it gets harder'.
Val McDermid
I love that basketball gives me the opportunities to do good things for people and to point them towards the Man who died for our sins on the cross.
Stephen Curry
So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire.
Martin Luther King, Jr.
Aus unendlichen Sehnsüchten steigen endliche Taten wie schwache Fontänen, die sich zeitig und zitternd neigen. Aber, die sich uns sonst verschweigen, unsere fröhlichen Kräfte-zeigen sich in diesen tanzenden Tränen.
Rainer Maria Rilke
Fame is not just about being able to get out of a limo in Leicester Square, it's about trying to get into your house when there are eight photographers outside. When you think about being famous, you don't think about all that stuff. You think about the glamour.
Rick Astley
A story must be told or there'll be no story, yet it is the untold stories that are most moving.
J. R. R. Tolkien
Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate, Whose table once a Guest, but not The second time, is set. Whose crumbs the crows inspect, And with ironic caw Flap past it to the Farmer's corn; Men eat of it and die.
Emily Dickinson