J. Christopher Stevens Quotes
Spring is about to spring. Persephone is coming back and the ice is groaning, about to break with the exquisite and deafening roar. It's a time for madness; a time for our fangs to come down and our eyes to glaze over so that the beast in us can sing with unmitigated joy. Oh yes, ecstasy, I welcome thee!
J. Christopher Stevens
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If you're not careful, you can fall into a destructive cycle of self-pity.
Victoria Osteen
We were like a stock company at Warners. We didn't know any of the stars from the other studios.
Olivia De Havilland
People, when they come up to me, are like, 'Did we go to high school together? Or did I make out with you at sleepaway camp?' And oftentimes, yes, that is the answer, because I went to a giant high school and made out with everybody.
Adam Pally
My general take on American music since 1969 is that it's just getting stiffer and people are getting more uptight - audience, performance, and palace guard.
Iggy Pop
With 'Nip/Tuck,' I had never even done anything before I got on that show. They created that character for me. I was reading for something else.
Valerie Cruz
Minds that are ill at ease are agitated by both hope and fear.
Ovid
Everybody in my family cooks, so growing up and being around it... if I was going to spend time with everybody, it was helping them in the kitchen.
Zac Brown Band
I pretty much make time for that weekly manicure.
Yancy Butler
In our first season we had a 22 rating. Today Seinfeld, a hit show, gets a 15. Lost in Space actually had a bigger audience than Star Trek got at that time.
Mark Goddard
I wear trainers everywhere. Weddings, parties, definitely red carpets and fashion events. It's bad. And listen, I love shoes. I love high heels. But I buy trainers all the time.
Adwoa Aboah
Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world, but the heart has its beaches, its homeland, and thoughts of its own. Wake now, discover that you are the song that the morning brings, but the heart has its seasons its evenings, and songs of its own
Robert Hunter
Grateful Dead
Spring is about to spring. Persephone is coming back and the ice is groaning, about to break with the exquisite and deafening roar. It's a time for madness; a time for our fangs to come down and our eyes to glaze over so that the beast in us can sing with unmitigated joy. Oh yes, ecstasy, I welcome thee!
J. Christopher Stevens