#ge

We live in an age when the mice are hunting the cats...nobody knows who are the mice and who the cats. ↗

— Henning Mankell

#age

The one thing I learned the most about acting is it takes a tremendous amount of courage to go there and stand still. It takes courage and guts to step out of your mind frame and depict something. ↗

— Carson Daly

#acting #amount #courage #depict #frame

It is the creative potential itself in human beings that is the image of God. ↗

— Mary Daly

#creative #god #human #human beings #image

Courage to be is the key to revelatory power of the feminist revolution. ↗

— Mary Daly

#feminist #key #power #revolution

I'm sorry I didn't wear paint this morning. I tend not to wear it unless I'm getting highly paid. ↗

— Tyne Daly

#highly #i #morning #paid #paint

He was good looking, "sort of distinguished when he wants to be", had a line, and was properly inconstant. In fact, he summed up all the romance that her age and environment led her to desire ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#romance #youth #age

As for poker, I've stayed away from that, even though when I was in Vegas for Ocean's Eleven, I would get accosted by these guys begging me to play. They just want to take my money. They see me, think "actor" and see some easy money. ↗

— Matt Damon

#actor #away #begging #easy #eleven

Telling the truth to people who misunderstand you is generally promoting a falsehood, isn't it? ↗

— Anthony Hope

#generally #misunderstand #people #promoting #telling

What drew him towards the outside was not the student, not the goat, not even the man in the down-at-heel shoes who joined them. Simply the street, like a blanched life-drained cadaver, fettered his whole attention. Never before had he seen it look so monstrously real, lit by the tired face of the moon, quiet and grave. There was about it, as it were, a sort of despairing dignity. You might have thought that the street had been killed by the weight of its suffering, that it had that moment died after long agony. It was old, the street, hobbling and twisted with age. Some of its houses were already crumbling in ruins. For years now it had sheltered the petty life of men. And now they had elected it to express the extent of their weariness. Naked beneath the prodigious brightness of the moon, it revealed all that men hid in the depths of their beings, the little hopes, the hates so huge. No longer could it hide anything; it cried out its despair from every corner. ↗

— Albert Cossery

#age

Mother was,' June thought, 'a beautiful little ornament that was damaged.' Her broken edges cut her daughters in ways both emotional and physical, and only sharpened with age. ↗

— Karen Abbott

#mother #age