#bsc

Everything at some point has been declared the root of all evil. ↗

— Criss Jami

#bad #beginning #clever #confusion #declaration

Leave bands, go back to obscurity if I choose to, without a great sense of loss of security because it's all been based on the fact that I did it on my own or was doing, enjoying doing it on my own in the first place. ↗

— Eric Clapton

#bands #based #because #been #choose

Well I'm a longtime AOL subscriber and I love the whole thing. I'm an email junkie and I love the internet, though 7th Heaven doesn't give me much free time to surf these days. ↗

— Stephen Collins

#days #email #free #free time #give

One must choose between Obscurity with Efficiency, and Fame with its inevitable collateral of Bluff. ↗

— William McFee

#bluff #choose #collateral #efficiency #fame

It always seems as though the definition of love will remain debatable by an opinionated world. ↗

— Criss Jami

#conflict #confusion #debate #definition #disagreement

I'm never going to accomplish anything; that's perfectly clear to me. I'm never going to be famous. My name will never be writ large on the roster of Those Who Do Things. I don't do anything. Not one single thing. I used to bite my nails, but I don't even do that any more. ↗

— Dorothy Parker

#obscurity #the-new-yorker #accomplishments

They told me I was not to draw. ↗

— Mike Diana

#obscenity #censorship

But let me tell you, West, no matter what happens, no matter where you go, I will also always be in love with you. And  you  don’t  have  to  love  me  back.  Hell,  you  don’t  need  to   ever talk to me again. Will I be hurt? Yes. Will I want you back? Yes. But it will all still be worth it, because you have made it worth it. Because loving you has  made  it  worth  it. ↗

— L.M. Augustine

#love #romance #love

Am I a liar in your eyes?" he asked passionately. "Little skeptic, you shall be convinced. What love have I for Miss Ingram? None: and that you know. What love has she for me? None: as I have taken pains to prove; I caused a rumor to reach her that my fortune was not a third of what was supposed, and after that I presented myself to see the result; it was coldness both from her and her mother. I would not-I could not-marry Miss Ingram. You-you strange-you almost unearthly thing!-I love as my own flesh. You-poor and obscure, and small and plain as you are-I entreat to accept me as a husband. ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

#obscure #skeptic #love

I love to read, and I don't believe that you have to finish one book before you start another. --Mallory Pike ↗

— Ann M. Martin

#bsc #love