#fever

With Fever, the film was so made for the screen, and there's so much surround sound that was done for the film - enormous detail paid to that. I wasn't thinking video, because I didn't know how it was going to turn out. ↗

— Alex Winter

#detail #done #enormous #fever #film

Every dance is a kind of fever chart, a graph of the heart. ↗

— Martha Graham

#dance #every #fever #graph #heart

At 'The Village Voice,' there were all these fevers inside the offices, that would break out into full-scale rumbles between writers. ↗

— James Wolcott

#break #fevers #full-scale #inside #into

He did and said all the right things. Things that went straight to her heart, and worse, they inspired the one thing that she'd given up along time ago. Hope. ↗

— Maya Banks

#fever #hope #maya-banks #inspirational

Although it may not seem like it, this isn’t a story about darkness. It’s about light. Kahlil Gibran says Your joy can fill you only as deeply your sorrow has carved you. If you’ve never tasted bitterness, sweet is just another pleasant flavor on your tongue. One day I’m going to hold a lot of joy. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#mac #sorrow

I still have in my memory, almost agonizing impressions of a serious illness which I had when I was about eight years old. Those about me called it scarlet fever, and its very name seemed to have a diabolical quality. ↗

— Pierre Loti

#agonizing #almost #called #diabolical #eight

I loved 'Saturday Night Fever' when I was a kid. I couldn't believe people talked that way. It was just a whole new culture I didn't understand. I snuck into it. It was an R-rated film. So it holds a special place. ↗

— Brad Pitt

#culture #fever #film #holds #i

I am glad it cannot happen twice, the fever of first love. For it is a fever, and a burden, too, whatever the poets may say. They are not brave, the days when we are twenty-one. They are full of little cowardices, little fears without foundation, and one is so easily bruised, so swiftly wounded, one falls to the first barbed word. To-day, wrapped in the complacent armour of approaching middle age, the infinitesimal pricks of day by day brush one but lightly and are soon forgotten, but then--how a careless word would linger, becoming a fiery stigma, and how a look, a glance over a shoulder, branded themselves as things eternal. A denial heralded the thrice crowing of a cock, and an insincerity was like the kiss of Judas. The adult mind can lie with untroubled conscience and a gay composure, but in those days even a small deception scoured the tongue, lashing one against the stake itself. ↗

— Daphne du Maurier

#love #youth #age

Sometimes my dreams feel so real it's hard to believe they're just the subconscious's stroll across a whimsical map that has no true north. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#dreams

When my faith is getting weak And I feel like giving in You breathe into me again… ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#faith