#ward

Political satire became obsolete when they awarded Henry Kissinger the Nobel Peace Prize. ↗

— Tom Lehrer

#became #henry #kissinger #nobel #nobel peace prize

I'm thinking, this is Robert Redford. You know, he's won an Academy Award, he's talking to me about directing a movie he's in. So you just think that it's Hollywood stuff or whatever. ↗

— Barry Levinson

#academy #academy award #award #directing #hollywood

The organization and constant onward sweep of this movement exemplifies the resentment of the many toward the selfishness, greed and the neglect of the few. ↗

— John L. Lewis

#few #greed #many #movement #neglect

Everybody else is calling this 'Reggie's Team' and that's fine with me. It's just another challenge I have to face, and I look forward to it. ↗

— Reggie Lewis

#calling #challenge #else #everybody #everybody else

Hold love like a butterfly, with gentle preservation. Hold life like the reigns of a wild stallion, with fierce assertion. Encompass that, and you find the nectar of the immortal spirit. ↗

— Kellie Elmore

#inspirational #inspirational-quotes #life #life-and-living #love

I'm looking forward to providing the men of Seattle with an evening where they can kick back, light up a cigar and enjoy a night to themselves. Women, we can't technically keep you out, but please stay at home. ↗

— Tom Leykis

#cigar #enjoy #evening #forward #home

You know, Jacob, if it weren’t for the fact that we’re natural enemies and that you’re also trying to steal away the reason for my existence, I might actually like you. ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#friendship #jacob-black #friendship

You can't go fighting everyone that's harsh towards you. ↗

— Jake Lloyd

#fighting #go #harsh #towards #you

I want to do a little bit of everything. I love sci-fi. I think it's more the characters that draw me towards things. I like strong women. I'm very interested in futuristic stuff, anything. ↗

— Sabrina Lloyd

#bit #characters #draw #everything #futuristic

I recount as this journey begins where I rest to gather the tale from this same old house resting on the hill, leaving me a view of a carnival once seen from just across the tracks. My pallet is dry now. The colors I see no more. The rain has washed away many of the signs that once stood for a prosper home and family. My grave is waiting. The dreams once filled my head with images of world unison, hope and companionship for all. The saga spoken through my canvas drew darker as the years went on to the bitter cold nights. All that comes to me now are glimpses of faces that graced my soul. ↗

— Kris Courtney

#award-artist #drama #memoir #true-story #dreams