#what

By believing passionately in something that still does not exist, we create it. The nonexistent is whatever we have not sufficiently desired. ↗

— Franz Kafka

#create #desired #does #exist #nonexistent

Blessed are they who have the gift of making friends, for it is one of God's best gifts. It involves many things, but above all, the power of going out of one's self, and appreciating whatever is noble and loving in another. ↗

— Thomas Hughes

#another #appreciating #best #blessed #friends

I never had any ambition to be a star, or whatever it is called, and I'm still embarrassed at the word. ↗

— John Hurt

#any #called #embarrassed #had #i

But I think what Liam said just kind of hit it spot on, that the people in the capital are brainwashed and such a disconnect with what's actually happening. They don't realize what if it was their kids that were being put into the games? They just don't have the mindset to have that kind of compassion for people. ↗

— Josh Hutcherson

#being #brainwashed #capital #compassion #disconnect

I have no academic qualifications whatsoever. ↗

— David Irving

#i #qualifications #whatsoever

Do what you love; you'll be better at it. It sounds pretty simple, but you'd be surprised how many people don't get this one right away. ↗

— LL Cool J

#better #do what you love #get #how #love

There are people that regardless of what it is, if it's something that's stressful, whatever it may be, they don't eat, they lose a lot of weight, a divorce, they get real thin. I'm the opposite. ↗

— Janet Jackson

#eat #get #i #lose #lot

J has told me about his past. I know what happened and why. But he is the one person who made me believe in my talent and whatever happened in the past, he's been a wonderful manager to me. ↗

— LaToya Jackson

#been #believe #happened #his #i

Oh, Michael Jackson is Michael Jackson. And no matter if he sold 40 million records off of one record and sold 15 off his last or whatever the counts may be, Michael Jackson will be Michael Jackson. ↗

— Tito Jackson

#his #jackson #last #matter #may

What the hell does it all mean anyhow? Nothing. Zero. Zilch. Nothing comes to anything. And yet, there's no shortage of idiots to babble. Not me. I have a vision. I'm discussing you. Your friends. Your coworkers. Your newspapers. The TV. Everybody's happy to talk. Full of misinformation. Morality, science, religion, politics, sports, love, your portfolio, your children, health. Christ, if I have to eat nine servings of fruits and vegetables a day to live, I don't wanna live. I hate goddamn fruits and vegetables. And your omega 3's, and the treadmill, and the cardiogram, and the mammogram, and the pelvic sonogram, and oh my god the-the-the colonoscopy, and with it all the day still comes where they put you in a box, and its on to the next generation of idiots, who'll also tell you all about life and define for you what's appropriate. My father committed suicide because the morning newspapers depressed him. And could you blame him? With the horror, and corruption, and ignorance, and poverty, and genocide, and AIDS, and global warming, and terrorism, and-and the family value morons, and the gun morons. "The horror," Kurtz said at the end of Heart of Darkness, "the horror." Lucky Kurtz didn't have the Times delivered in the jungle. Ugh... then he'd see some horror. But what do you do? You read about some massacre in Darfur or some school bus gets blown up, and you go "Oh my God, the horror," and then you turn the page and finish your eggs from the free range chickens. Because what can you do. It's overwhelming! ↗

— Woody Allen

#family