#sometimes

There is an element of luck, there is an element of trial and error, sometimes you fail, sometimes you succeed. It's not as beautifully simple as it may seem when we are talking about it. ↗

— Lakhdar Brahimi

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I do think that, for instance, we've been very lucky to have theatrical careers and be associated with Shakespeare which sometimes gives you a kind of bogus kudos. ↗

— Kenneth Branagh

#been #bogus #careers #gives #i

Music and language are a vital element. We, as actors and directors, offer it to people who want to experience it. Sometimes the actual meaning is less important than the words themselves. ↗

— Kenneth Branagh

#directors #element #experience #important #language

Sometimes, as a comedian, a line will come to you, that is so beautiful, so perfect, that you think: I did not create this line. This line belongs to all of us. Surely this is a line of God. ↗

— Russell Brand

#belongs #come #comedian #create #did

But my doubt would not be overcome. Kierkegaard had declared that it was only to the consciousness of sin that Christianity was not horror or madness. For me it was sometimes both. ↗

— Georg Brandes

#christianity #consciousness #declared #doubt #had

Sometimes in a movie, the lines are so perfect. ↗

— Jimmy Fallon

#movie #perfect #sometimes

If you like to read, sometimes it's interesting just to go and see what the reality is, of the word, of the seedy or not so seedy fiction writer, the drunk or sober poet... Sometimes you can go looking for illumination. ↗

— Harold Brodkey

#fiction #fiction writer #go #illumination #interesting

I may have aimed too high sometimes, asked too much of myself and demanded too little from those around me. ↗

— Agnetha Faltskog

#around #asked #demanded #high #i

Sometimes you struggle so hard to feed your family one way, you forget to feed them the other way, with spiritual nourishment. Everybody needs that. ↗

— James Brown

#everybody #family #feed #forget #hard

Girls blush, sometimes, because they are alive, half wishing they were dead to save the shame. The sudden blush devours them, neck and brow; They have drawn too near the fire of life, like gnats, and flare up bodily, wings and all. What then? Who's sorry for a gnat or girl? ↗

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

#because #blush #bodily #brow #dead