#wood

My mother is Greek and my father is Bulgarian. I am a first-generation American and native Los Angeleno. I was born and raised in Hollywood. ↗

— Rita Wilson

#american #born #father #greek #hollywood

to live in this world you must be able to do three things to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, to let it go ↗

— Mary Oliver

#poem #poetry #life

Now I need to take a piece of wood and make it sound like the railroad track, but I also had to make it beautiful and lovable so that a person playing it would think of it in terms of his mistress, a bartender, his wife, a good psychiatrist - whatever. ↗

— Les Paul

#bartender #beautiful #good #had #his

Old wood best to burn, old wine to drink, old friends to trust, and old authors to read. ↗

— Athenaeus

#best #burn #drink #friends #old

I usually play character parts in Hollywood films. ↗

— Parker Posey

#films #hollywood #hollywood films #i #parts

Hollywood is an extraordinary kind of temporary place. ↗

— John Schlesinger

#hollywood #kind #place #temporary

I prayed for all his dreams to come true. I prayed that I would always be able to connect with him--even if I was no longer on earth. ↗

— Alexandra Adornetto

#longing #love #xavier-woods #dreams

Unfortunately, all the cliches we see about Hollywood are true. ↗

— Douglas Wood

#cliches #hollywood #see #true #unfortunately

Camille sighed dramatically. "The thing that you are too young to understand is that we all hide things. We hide them from our lovers because we wish to present our best selves, but also because if it is real love, we expect our loved one to simply understand it, without needing to ask. In a true partnership, the kind that lasts through the ages, there is an unspoken communion. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#camille-belcourt #age

A Sad Child You're sad because you're sad. It's psychic. It's the age. It's chemical. Go see a shrink or take a pill, or hug your sadness like an eyeless doll you need to sleep. Well, all children are sad but some get over it. Count your blessings. Better than that, buy a hat. Buy a coat or pet. Take up dancing to forget. Forget what? Your sadness, your shadow, whatever it was that was done to you the day of the lawn party when you came inside flushed with the sun, your mouth sulky with sugar, in your new dress with the ribbon and the ice-cream smear, and said to yourself in the bathroom, I am not the favourite child My darling, when it comes right down to it and the light fails and the fog rolls in and you're trapped in your overturned body under a blanket or burning car, and the red flame is seeping out of you and igniting the tarmac beside your head or else the floor, or else the pillow, none of us is; or else we all are. ↗

— Margaret Atwood

#atwood #burned #child #house #margaret