#san

Fame is no sanctuary from the passing of youth... suicide is much easier and more acceptable in Hollywood than growing old gracefully. ↗

— Julie Burchill

#easier #fame #gracefully #growing #growing old

Like dogs in a wheel, birds in a cage, or squirrels in a chain, ambitious men still climb and climb, with great labor, and incessant anxiety, but never reach the top. ↗

— Robert Burton

#anxiety #birds #cage #chain #climb

We are a nation of communities... a brilliant diversity spread like stars, like a thousand points of light in a broad and peaceful sky. ↗

— George H. W. Bush

#broad #communities #diversity #light #like

Our Nation must defend the sanctity of marriage. ↗

— George W. Bush

#marriage #must #nation #our #sanctity

What is that song that Willie Nelson sang? 'Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few.' I think of that. No big deal. I've reached a stage in my life where I am content. ↗

— Gabriel Byrne

#big #big deal #content #days #deal

I am here before you tonight to dedicate this administration to bringing a new renaissance of neighborhood life and community spirit, a renewal of confidence in the future of our city and a revival of opportunity for all Chicago. ↗

— Jane Byrne

#am #before #bringing #chicago #city

But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think. ↗

— George Byron

#drop #falling #ink #like #makes

A thousand years may scare form a state. An hour may lay it in ruins. ↗

— Lord Byron

#hour #lay #may #ruins #scare

I like the evening in India, the one magic moment when the sun balances on the rim of the world, and the hush descends, and ten thousand civil servants drift homeward on a river of bicycles, brooding on the Lord Krishna and the cost of living. ↗

— James Cameron

#bicycles #brooding #civil #civil servants #cost

He was a god above her, powerful, beautiful, larger than life. The light brought out the latent gold of his hair. The shadows contoured the perfect form of his body. Light and shadows converged in his eyes, bright lust, dark anger, and something else. Something else entirely. She recognized it because she’d seen it in the mirror so many times: a bleak, austere loneliness. ↗

— Sherry Thomas

#sherry-thomas #vere #anger