#though

I always loved to gamble. I never got close to a horse. Fate dealt me a terrible blow when it gave me a good horse the first time out. I thought how easy this is. Now I love being around them. ↗

— Jack Klugman

#around #being #blow #close #dealt

In the old days they, the promoters, wanted more and more from me. They wanted me to jump or spill my blood and break my bones. Every time they wanted me to jump further, and further, and further. Hell, they thought my bike had wings. ↗

— Evel Knievel

#blood #bones #break #days #every

I thought that if you come across as a freak, there will be some kind of distance. Maybe the distance became excessive. I realized that people were afraid of me without knowing me. ↗

— Thomas Kretschmann

#afraid #became #come #distance #excessive

I've always thought Blues Point Tower is one of my best buildings and I stand by that. ↗

— Harry Seidler

#best #blues #buildings #i #point

My parents went crazy when they found out that I had gotten the part in 'Conversations With My Father!' I'd never given acting a thought. They were proud of me and very encouraging. ↗

— David Krumholtz

#conversations #crazy #encouraging #father #found

I don't feel as though I have to prove anything to anybody. ↗

— Patti LaBelle

#anything #feel #i #prove #though

Don't depend on anyone else to toot your horn. I mean, do you really want their lips on it, anyway? ↗

— Faydra D. Fields

#food

Life's more amusing than we thought. ↗

— Andrew Lang

#life #more #than #thought

Never,” said he, as he ground his teeth, “never was anything at once so frail and so indomitable. A mere reed she feels in my hand!” (And he shook me with the force of his hold.) “I could bend her with my finger and thumb: and what good would it do if I bent, if I uptore, if I crushed her? Consider that eye: consider the resolute, wild, free thing looking out of it, defying me, with more than courage—with a stern triumph. Whatever I do with its cage, I cannot get at it—the savage, beautiful creature! If I tear, if I rend the slight prison, my outrage will only let the captive loose. Conqueror I might be of the house; but the inmate would escape to heaven before I could call myself possessor of its clay dwellingplace. And it is you, spirit—with will and energy, and virtue and purity— that I want: not alone your brittle frame. Of yourself you could come with soft flight and nestle against my heart, if you would: seized against your will, you will elude the grasp like an essence—you will vanish ere I inhale your fragrance. ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

#beauty

I got bad calls every match, and I never got an apology. So I thought it was rather strange. ↗

— Ivan Lendl

#bad #calls #every #got #i