#loved

I loved doing all those costume dramas. I didn't think, 'Ooh I've got to avoid being typecast' - you can't ever be dictated to by what other people think. I just do things because I fancy the parts and the directors. ↗

— Helena Bonham Carter

#because #being #costume #dictated #directors

Tim Burton is underrated. I loved Big Fish, loved that movie, think it's the best movie of the year, hands down. Really impressed with that. ↗

— David Zucker

#big #big fish #burton #down #fish

What I loved about playing the corpse is that obviously somebody else got to do the physical part. It appeals to the part of me that likes playing character parts and getting the chance to get away from my own physicality. ↗

— Helena Bonham Carter

#appeals #away #chance #character #corpse

I just always loved stand-up. It's like magic. You say something, and a whole room full of people laughs together. Say something else, they laugh again. The fact that people come to see that and participate in that... I don't know, it's just like magic. ↗

— Dave Chappelle

#always #come #else #fact #full

There comes a time in the seeker's life when he discovers that he is at once the lover and the beloved. ↗

— Sri Chinmoy

#comes #discovers #life #lover #once

I sort of was good at writing essays. I was never very good at mathematics, and I was never very good at algebra. I loved science, but I wasn't sure of it. ↗

— Diane Cilento

#essays #good #i #loved #mathematics

Back then, I, most rockers loved Chuck Berry, Little Richard, Jerry Lee Lewis... you know in the '60s. ↗

— Joe Cocker

#berry #chuck #chuck berry #i #jerry

Muhammad Ali was the kind of guy you either loved or hated, but you wanted to see him. I happen to really love him. He brought boxing to another level and always made you laugh. ↗

— Gerry Cooney

#always #another #boxing #brought #either

I still loved Granny. It flowed out of my chest. With Granny gone, where would my love go? ↗

— Jessica Maria Tuccelli

#death-of-a-loved-one #grandmothers #granny #love #death

Our dead are never dead to us until we have forgotten them: they can be injured by us, they can be wounded; they know all our penitence, all our aching sense that their place is empty, all the kisses we bestow on the smallest relic of their presence. ↗

— George Eliot

#mourning #death