#hea

When you are thrown onto the stage at 17 in such an enormous way, it becomes living on the edge because every step you take, every word you speak, every action you do becomes headline news. And it became, for me, life or death. ↗

— Boris Becker

#became #because #becomes #death #edge

I'm not materialistic. I believe in presents from the heart, like a drawing that a child does. ↗

— Victoria Beckham

#believe #child #does #drawing #heart

I believe in breakfast. It's the one meal that my kids usually eat without a fuss, so that's huge. As for myself, I can't function without it, and I see it as a great way to get some healthy greens in, some coffee, and on a good day, maybe even some news of the world via the newspaper. ↗

— Samantha Bee

#breakfast #coffee #day #eat #even

All the arts in America are a gigantic racket run by unscrupulous men for unhealthy women. ↗

— Thomas Beecham

#arts #gigantic #men #racket #run

Greatness lies, not in being strong, but in the right using of strength; and strength is not used rightly when it serves only to carry a man above his fellows for his own solitary glory. He is the greatest whose strength carries up the most hearts by the attraction of his own. ↗

— Henry Ward Beecher

#attraction #being #being strong #carries #carry

Love cannot endure indifference. It needs to be wanted. Like a lamp, it needs to be fed out of the oil of another's heart, or its flame burns low. ↗

— Henry Ward Beecher

#burns #cannot #endure #fed #flame

The world's battlefields have been in the heart chiefly; more heroism has been displayed in the household and the closet, than on the most memorable battlefields in history. ↗

— Henry Ward Beecher

#been #chiefly #closet #displayed #heart

He is greatest whose strength carries up the most hearts by the attraction of his own. ↗

— Henry Ward Beecher

#carries #greatest #hearts #his #most

Of all the music that reached farthest into heaven, it is the beating of a loving heart. ↗

— Henry Ward Beecher

#farthest #heart #heaven #into #loving

When Whitney Houston died, I felt great sadness. My sadness, of course, was about our collective loss - when you listened to this nightingale sing, your body would drop into a chair, your head would tilt up, a small smile would creep across your face, and inside you knew that there was a higher power somewhere: gifted, beautiful, spiritual. ↗

— James Belushi

#across #beautiful #body #chair #collective