#rent

If I wasn't performing, I wasn't alive. That's the truth. My parents had absolutely no interest in the business, but they knew it made me happy, so they said 'Go for it, girl!' ↗

— Samantha Barks

#alive #business #girl #go #go for it

Working with my husband, I thought we would be at each other. As close as we are, our styles are so different. But it didn't happen - we were surprised. ↗

— Julia Barr

#different #each #happen #husband #i

I believe that we parents must encourage our children to become educated, so they can get into a good college that we cannot afford. ↗

— Dave Barry

#afford #become #believe #cannot #children

I find that the very things that I get criticized for, which is usually being different and just doing my own thing and just being original, is the very thing that's making me successful. ↗

— Shania Twain

#being different #criticized #different #doing #find

In the Spring, I have counted 136 different kinds of weather inside of 24 hours. ↗

— Mark Twain

#different #different kinds #hours #i #inside

I think, first of all, you need to love what you're doing, and then this helps in the comedian for its part in everything-but the moment you enjoy what you're doing, you try to express yourself, to find your way, and every time is different, of course. ↗

— Cecilia Bartoli

#course #different #doing #enjoy #every

You can never step into the same book twice, because you are different each time you read it. ↗

— John Barton

#book #different #each #into #never

Filibusters have proliferated because under current rules just one or two determined senators can stop the Senate from functioning. Today, the mere threat of a filibuster is enough to stop a vote; senators are rarely asked to pull all-nighters like Jimmy Stewart in 'Mr. Smith Goes to Washington.' ↗

— Evan Bayh

#because #current #determined #enough #filibuster

That's how they say it: He loves you in his own way. Well, what about my way? What if I need for him to love me in my way? ↗

— Tammara Webber

#needs #parental-love #love

It was her last breakfast with Bapi, her last morning in Greece. In her frenetic bliss that kept her up till dawn, she’d scripted a whole conversation in Greek for her and Bapi to have as their grand finale of the summer. Now she looked at him contentedly munching on his Rice Krispies, waiting for the right juncture for launchtime. He looked up at her briefly and smiled, and she realized something important. This was how they both liked it. Though most people felt bonded by conversation, Lena and Bapi were two of a kind who didn’t. They bonded by the routine of just eating cereal together. She promptly forgot her script and went back to her cereal. At one point, when she was down to just milk, Bapi reached over and put his hand on hers. ‘You’re my girl,’ he said. And Lena knew she was. ↗

— Ann Brashares

#greece #language #contentment