#glenn

If you treat an animal right, they don't run away. They're not like us. They run away from people they don't trust; most times we run away from ourselves. ↗

— Glenn Beck

#life-and-living #trust #life

I considered him and felt the now familiar crush of emotions weighing on me, begging me to cave in and fall into his strong arms. I pushed back with every ounce of energy I had left. Every time I trusted someone, I got hurt. Every time I let go, I was let down. Not again. I would drive them away before the left. ↗

— Glenn Beck

#glenn-beck #trust #life

Glenn Gould was my hero. Glenn Gould was my idol. I loved him. ↗

— Warren Zevon

#hero #him #i #idol #loved

If the Obama administration is this afraid of Glenn Beck, how do they deal with the Iranians? ↗

— Newt Gingrich

#afraid #beck #deal #glenn #how

I collapsed to my knees and looked up at the predawn sky. "I hate you," I said softly. "I love you," the voice whispered back. ↗

— Glenn Beck

#hate #love #love

I remember seeing Bill Hurt in New York once. I talked to him on the phone around 1988 and that's about it. I was shooting in New York and somebody said Glenn Close came by the set. ↗

— Tom Berenger

#around #bill #came #close #glenn

I fully expect that NASA will send me back to the moon as they treated Sen. Glenn, and if they don't do otherwise, why, then I'll have to do it myself. ↗

— Pete Conrad

#expect #fully #glenn #i #me

I also couldn't pass up the opportunity to be in the same movie as Jack Nicholson and Glenn Close. ↗

— Lukas Haas

#close #glenn #glenn close #i #jack

I acted three times with Fred MacMurray, three times with Martin and Lewis, four times with Rock Hudson. Three times with Glenn Ford. ↗

— Dorothy Malone

#ford #four #fred #glenn #hudson

Money in hand, I glanced up to find Glenn eyeing a rack of stuffed rats. As the salesman rang up my purchase, Glenn leaned close and, still staring at the rats, whispered, “What are those used for?” “I have no idea.” I got my receipt and jammed everything in my bag… Glenn surprised me by opening the car door for me, and as I settled in the seat, he leaned against the frame of the open window. “I’ll be right back,” he said, and strode inside. He was out in a moment with a small white bag. I watched him cross in front of the car—wondering. Timing himself between the traffic, he opened the door and slid in behind the wheel. “Well?” I asked as he set the package between us. “What did you get?” Glenn started the car and pulled out into traffic. “A stuffed rat.” “Oh,” I said, surprised. What the devil was he going to do with it? Even I didn’t know what it was for. I was dying to ask all the way to the FIB building but managed to keep my mouth shut even as we slipped into the cold shade of their underground parking. ↗

— Kim Harrison

#money