Let them call it mischief; when it is past and prospered, it will be virtue.
Goodbyes are sad, no matter what the promise of tomorrow is.
In order to dream, you need to have a springboard which is the facts. . . It gives it that touch of reality, and I think that's quite important. . . truth with fiction.
I don't know what it is I exude. But whatever it is, it's whatever I am!
At one point I was introduced to a devastatingly handsome young man -- beautiful, really -- with black unruly hair, large sensitive eyes fringed by long dark lashes, a full sensuous mouth -- and an irresistible personality. His name was Tony Curtis.
[Her life with Tony Curtis in 1961:] We were beginning the climb to a higher plateau. Acceptance. Recognition. Status. Security. We only had to hold on and hope the thin air didn't make us dizzy and cause a tumble. We also needed to remember that the inside had to ascend together with the outside.
. . . we are the products of our past. . . . a web of complexities.
Screaming. Did I mention the screaming? Screaming is usually associated with horror films and roller coasters. This is why I usually look like I've just watched a horror film on a rollercoaster. Kids love to scream. Frightened, happy, bored. They scream. I've actually learned to love the sound of a vacuum cleaner. It's just so peaceful.
It cannot be seen, cannot be felt, Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt, It lies behind stars and under hills, And empty holes it fills, It comes first and follows after, Ends life, kills laughter.
The world comes to us in an endless stream of puzzle pieces that we would like to think all fit together somehow, but that in fact never do.
It is difficult to discern a serious threat to religious liberty from a room of silent, thoughtful schoolchildren.