#count

I love the diversity of America. I love the plain, normal sense of humor Americans have. It is not wicked, like in some countries. And I also love how new America is. ↗

— Antonio Banderas

#america #countries #diversity #how #humor

It's one of the tragic ironies of the theatre that only one man in it can count on steady work - the night watchman. ↗

— Tallulah Bankhead

#ironies #man #night #only #steady

I want to make sure we are presenting to the South Australian people a Government that is open and accountable. I want to make sure that we maintain public confidence in government at all levels. ↗

— Jay Weatherill

#australian #confidence #government #i #levels

My country, France, my homeland, my land is again invaded by an overpopulation of foreigners, especially Muslims. ↗

— Brigitte Bardot

#country #especially #foreigners #france #homeland

When I love, I do it without counting. I give myself entirely. And each time, it is the grand love of my life. ↗

— Brigitte Bardot

#each #entirely #give #grand #i

I play Orange County drums. I love those guys. I've got a four piece kit. ↗

— Travis Barker

#drums #four #got #guys #i

When angry, count to four; when very angry, swear. ↗

— Mark Twain

#angry #count #four #swear #very

With all of the divisiveness that is going on in the country we live in, so much of it is based around just fear of the other. And anyone who does not look like me, walk like me, talk like me, have sex like me, they're the other and I'm afraid of them. And hopefully we will learn that it's just not scary. There's nothing to be afraid of. ↗

— Ellen Barkin

#anyone #around #based #country #divisiveness

I think art education, especially in this country, which government pretty much ignores, is so important for young people. ↗

— Mikhail Baryshnikov

#country #education #especially #government #i

Dim loneliness came imperceivably into the fields and he turned back. The birds piped oddly; some wind was caressing the higher foliage, turning it all one way, the way home. Telegraph poles ahead looked like half-used pencils; the small cross on the steeple glittered with a sharp and shapely permanence. ↗

— A.E. Coppard

#loneliness #home