Shirley MacLaine said, You're so funny, then gave me a hug. Everything went white. I couldn't hear, I couldn't see. I thought I was going to pass out.
Usually the modest person passes for someone reserved, the silent for a sullen person.
We shall find peace. We shall hear angels, we shall see the sky sparkling with diamonds.
To begin with myself, then, the utterances of men concerning me will differ widely, since in passing judgment almost every one is influenced not so much by truth as by preference, and good and evil report alike know no bounds.
When I was a child I thought I saw an angel. It had wings and kinda looked like my sister. I opened the door so some light could come into the room, and it sort of faded away. My mother said it was probably my Guardian Angel.
I wanted to get an angel wings tatooed on my back, as a guardian thing.
What does love look like? It has the hands to help others. It has the feet to hasten to the poor and needy. It has eyes to see misery and want. It has the ears to hear the sighs and sorrows of men. That is what love looks like.
Billy Wilder is really is a heavy influence on Bound. We felt that film noir was a genre where you could create a really contained story. We wanted to be on a set as much as we could to get the kind of style level we were looking for.
That sort of half sigh, which, accompanied by two or three slight nods of the head, is pity's small change in general society.
All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.
Anyone who seeks to destroy the passions instead of controlling them is trying to play the angel.
If liberty means anything at all, it means the right to tell people what they do not want to hear.
Why is it that whenever I hear a piece of music I don't like, it's always by Villa-Lobos?
It is always during a passing state of mind that we make lasting resolutions.
The only thing to do with good advice is to pass it on. It is never of any use to oneself.
Everyone is bound to bear patiently the results of his own example.
I have often talked with angels on this subject, and they have invariably declared that in heaven they are unable to divide the Divine into three, because they know and perceive that the Divine is One and this One is in the Lord.
What if a demon were to creep after you one night, in your loneliest loneness, and say, "This life which you live must be lived by youonce again and innumerable times more; and every pain and joy and thought and sigh must come again to you, all in the same sequence. The eternal hourglass will again and again be turned-and you with it, dust of the dust!" Would you throw yourself down and gnash your teethand curse that demon? Or would you answer, "Never have I heard anything more divine?"
The artist is a receptacle for the emotions that come from all over the place: from the sky, from the earth, from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spider's web.
He that has eyes to see and ears to hear may convince himself that no mortal can keep a secret. If his lips are silent, he chatters with his fingertips; betrayal oozes out of him at every pore.
Paris Hilton, that's very interesting what she did. I've never done that. I haven't really sort of ever got into that. As time passes, maybe I should record it and put it in a vault so that when I get a little old don't have the energy I can remember how life used to be.
Strange - is it not? That of the myriads who Before us passed the door of Darkness through, Not one returns to tell us of the road Which to discover we must travel too.
The man who will use his skill and constructive imagination to see how much he can give for a dollar, instead of how little he can give for a dollar, is bound to succeed.
I listened to the rock music of that time, but as you know and can easily hear: my music of that era had nothing to do with the common music of this era. I was experimenting, I was searching for something new.
Some songs are just like tattoos for your brain... you hear them and they're affixed to you.