Extraordinary scenes there at the end. I think some of the crowd chanting 'Italy! Italy!' were actually Irish.
To keep the faith, run with the right crowd.
A good DJ is always looking at the crowd, seeing what they’re like, seeing whether it’s working; communicating with them. Smiling at them. And a bad DJ is always looking down at what they’re doing all the time and just doing their thing that they practiced in their bedroom
As soon as you just walk through the curtains and the crowd's there, everything's good after that.
We two are to ourselves a crowd.
The cherries' only fault: the crowds that gather when they bloom
If the crowd disperses, goes home, does not reassemble, we say the revolution is over.
I was in NYC during 911; it happened on a Tuesday, I was on stage Thursday. It was a small crowd, but it took about 10 days and comedy clubs were packed.
I'm really thirsty to go on tour! I love putting on a show. If the crowd ain't acting bougie, I love performing.
That's what I liked about hitch-hiking. If a crowd wasn't big enough, I kept walkin. '
I like the performing part, it gives me a huge rush but it still makes me nervous. Being in front of large crowds is intimidating to me and I feel myself withdrawing.
The sight of Imran [Khan] tearing fearsomely down the hill and the baying of the crowd made me realise for the first time that adrenalin was sometimes brown
Love comes in far more shapes and sizes than what the family-values crowd condones, of course.
Crowds of minds can be wise, but crowds of bodies just aren't.
Like everyone else, I like to be with a happy crowd.
The mind is just like a crowd; thoughts are the individuals. And because thoughts are there continuously you think the process is substantial. Drop each individual thought and finally nothing is left. There is no mind as such, only thinking.
If you are liberated then you can be in the crowd and there is no crowd. You can be surrounded by the world and their is no world. You have shattered the prism of illusion.
Manhattan crowds, with their turbulent musical chorus! Manhattan faces and eyes forever for me.
Juliet!' I whip around but not quickly enough. She's swallowed by the crowd, the gap that allowed her to break for the door closing just as quickly as it opened, a shifting Tetris pattern of bodies.
I do not believe that any human being is fundamentally happier for being finally lost in a crowd, even if it is called a crowd of comrades.