#gut

The whole point of writing is to have something in your gut or in your soul or in your mind that's burning to be written. ↗

— Jerome Lawrence

#gut #mind #point #something #soul

All I can tell you is that you cannot make choices in your own career, either career choices or choices when you're actually working as an actor, based on trying to downplay or live up to a comparison with somebody else. You just can't do that. You have to do your own work based on your own gut, your own instincts, and your own life. ↗

— Brandon Lee

#actually #based #cannot #career #choices

People think I have an interesting walk. Hell, I'm just trying to hold my gut in. ↗

— Robert Mitchum

#hell #hold #i #interesting #just

Your gut is always right. ↗

— Sharon Osbourne

#gut #right #your

A word is not the same with one writer as with another. One tears it from his guts. The other pulls it out of his overcoat pocket. ↗

— Charles Peguy

#guts #his #other #out #overcoat

Incidentally, the usual designation of the magnitude scale to my name does less than justice to the great part that Dr. Gutenberg played in extending the scale to apply to earthquakes in all parts of the world. ↗

— Charles Francis Richter

#designation #does #dr #earthquakes #extending

I had a great year and left my guts out on the field. ↗

— Alex Rodriguez

#great #guts #had #i #left

It takes guts and bravery and heart to walk a mile in a single girl’s shoes. And sometimes a fabulous pedicure. ↗

— Mandy Hale

#being-fabulous #being-single #bravery #confidence #courage

My mind may be in gutter, Abigail, but at least I’m looking at an angel! ↗

— Tom Conrad

#beauty #gutter #love #lovers #romance

Vonnegut's war was necessary. And yet it was massacre and screaming and confusion and blood and death. It was the mammoth projection outward of the confused inner life of men. In war, the sad tidy constructs we make to help us believe life is orderly and controllable are roughly thrown aside like the delusions they are. In war, love is outed as an insane, insupportable emotion, a kind of luxury emotion, because everywhere you look, someone beloved to someone is being slaughtered, by someone whose own beloved has been slaughtered, or will be, or could be. ↗

— George Saunders

#death