#hea

How can you be in hell while you are in my heart? ↗

— Orlando Bloom

#hell #how #while #you

Sometimes the world seems like a big hole. You spend all your life shouting down it and all you hear are echoes of some idiot yelling nonsense down a hole. ↗

— Adam Duritz

#down #echoes #hear #hole #idiot

I think they'd rather us follow our hearts and I hope that's what some people will understand. ↗

— Fred Durst

#hearts #hope #i #i think #our

When you say something is very different to a core base that expects heavy music from you or very aggressive music, everybody tends to go, 'Oh, they're gonna get mellow, they're gonna get soft.' ↗

— Fred Durst

#base #core #different #everybody #expects

You know, in my music career there was a moment where the irony was just so heavy. There were people in my audience that were the reason I developed neuroses. These people that tortured my life were using my art, my poetry, as fuel for them, to torture other people. ↗

— Fred Durst

#audience #career #developed #fuel #heavy

I had studied theater for three years in London when someone suggested me for the role. ↗

— Orlando Bloom

#i #london #me #role #someone

I've always been a fan of melody and emotional melancholy, whether it was Rites of Spring or Tears for Fears or Neil Young. If I hear a song that has a sweet melody, I'm a sucker for it, whether it's Linkin Park or Little Richard. ↗

— Dave Grohl

#been #emotional #fan #fears #hear

You have to take away some of tax breaks for the wealthy, and you have to cut back on some entitlements. Because, unless we do all of these things, it just doesn't work. And what's good theater and what's good politics isn't necessarily good economic policy. ↗

— Michael Bloomberg

#back #because #breaks #cut #economic

The World Trade Center site will forever hold a special place in our city, in our hearts. But we would be untrue to the best part of ourselves and who we are as New Yorkers and Americans if we said no to a mosque in lower Manhattan. ↗

— Michael Bloomberg

#best part #center #city #forever #hearts

Poetry, the genre of purest beauty, was born of a truncated woman: her head severed from her body with a sword, a symbolic penis. ↗

— Andrea Dworkin

#body #born #genre #head #her