#bra

Everybody loves the underdog, and then they take an underdog and make him a hero and they hate him. But as long as they can knock you back down, it seems like if you're an underdog again, and things do surface, and they think this is real, 'these guys' intentions are genuine and sincere,' it seems like they will embrace you again. ↗

— Fred Durst

#back #down #embrace #everybody #genuine

To stand up on a stage alone with an acoustic guitar requires bravery bordering on heroism. Bordering on insanity. ↗

— Richard Thompson

#acoustic guitar #alone #bordering #bravery #guitar

Your brain is built of cells called neurons and glia - hundreds of billions of them. Each one of these cells is as complicated as a city. ↗

— David Eagleman

#brain #built #called #cells #city

I've had moments when I've thought about somebody, picked up the phone to call them and they are on the line already, and I think that maybe there's some vibration, some connection. ↗

— Clint Eastwood

#already #call #connection #had #i

And I think both the left and the right should celebrate people who have different opinions, and disagree with them, and argue with them, and differ with them, but don't just try to shut them up. ↗

— Roger Ebert

#both #celebrate #differ #different #different opinions

We can cry for years but sometimes gotta smile too. ↗

— Aberjhani

#crying #hopefulness #inspiration #inspirational-attitude #inspirational-quotes

I feel a buzzing at the base of my neck. It's like I'm on eternal 'vibrate' in case of an emergency. ↗

— John Edward

#buzzing #case #emergency #eternal #feel

And I am saying, how about the other two branches? And putting the pressure on our representatives in the Senate and the Congress, and the court system. They should be counter-acting this corruption, but they are sitting there silent. ↗

— Sibel Edmonds

#am #branches #congress #corruption #court

Brave people are the firemen who run into the burning building. That's brave. ↗

— Elizabeth Edwards

#building #burning #firemen #into #people

Those were the people who made her something, and without them she was different. She'd held on to them and to that old self tenaciously, though. She clung to it, celebrated it, worshipped it even, instead of constructing a new grown-up life for herself. For years she'd been eating the cold crumbs left over from a great feast, living on them as though they could last her forever. ↗

— Ann Brashares

#crumbs #different #eating #feast #forever