#fame

Fame is what you have taken, character is what you give; when to this truth you waken then you begin to live. ↗

— Bayard Taylor

#character #fame #give #live #taken

I would advise all youths aspiring to athletic fame or a professional career to practice clean living, fair play and good sportsmanship. ↗

— Major Taylor

#aspiring #athletic #career #clean #clean living

Fame lost its appeal for me when I went into a public restroom and an autograph seeker handed me a pen and paper under the stall door. ↗

— Marlo Thomas

#autograph #door #fame #handed #i

Why shouldn’t I? I demand silently. Why shouldn’t I become a famous writer? Like Norman Mailer. Or Philip Roth. And F. Scott Fitzgerald and Hemmingway and all those other men. Why can’t I be like them? I mean, what is the point of becoming a writer if no one reads what you’ve written? Damn Viktor Greene and The New School. Why do I have to keep proving myself all of the time? Why can’t I be like L’il, with everyone praising and encouraging me? Or Rainbow, with her sense of entitlement. I bet Viktor Greene never asked Rainbow why she wanted to be a writer. Or what if-I wince-Viktor Greene is right? I’m not a writer after all. ↗

— Candace Bushnell

#fame #inspirational #writing #dreams

What is fame? an empty bubble; Gold? a transient, shining trouble. ↗

— James Grainger

#empty #fame #gold #shining #transient

If everyone repeated my sayings, I would be so famous they wouldn’t have to be the least bit clever. ↗

— Bauvard

#funny #humor #funny

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

— William McFee

#bluff #choose #collateral #efficiency #fame

The money, the fame, if that comes, that's fantastic. But at the end of the day, my aim is to go to sleep at night content and have a purpose, and to know that I'm not swapping my life for money and some mind-numbing boring job, making easy money and protecting my brain. ↗

— Mark de Mori

#boring #brain #comes #content #day

I had lunch with my brothers,” Mark said, his face serious. “While you were still asleep. They told me. About Corey and that stupid set-up you agreed to where you’d pretend not to be my wife . . .” “I never agreed to pretend not to be your wife,” Dylan said. Mark’s face grew serious then. “That’s what it amounted to in the end though, didn’t it? You pulled away from me in exchange for me getting . . . what?” “Your career back,” Dylan said. “Your life.” “Dylan, you’re my life. You. ↗

— Nia Forrester

#dylan #fame #mark #marriage #the-seduction-of-dylan-acosta

When the gratitude of many to one throws away all shame, we behold fame. ↗

— Friedrich Nietzsche

#gratitude #many-to-one #science