#little

Everybody was tellin' me that I had to do something different, and I kind of agreed that I did need to vary it a little bit. I still love some rock 'n' roll too. ↗

— Johnny Winter

#bit #did #different #everybody #had

My children didn't when they were little because I thought that they had to be of a certain age. I hoped they liked me well enough not to want to see me in that sort of a spot. ↗

— Fay Wray

#because #certain #certain age #children #enough

In a way, my past gives me a little credibility. Not that anybody cares what I did nineteen years ago, but I did have a career, and a legitimate one, before I met my husband. ↗

— Pia Zadora

#anybody #before #career #cares #credibility

As women, we are always taught never to let a man know of our affections towards him, lest he laugh, run away, or think that we are psycho. But what if that's not true? Have you ever stopped to think that? What if it's like there's a beautiful little bird in our hearts and we're too afraid to let anyone see it in there? What's wrong with letting anyone know that there's a bird in your chest? Maybe there are lots of wrong ones, but maybe there's one that's just for you— the one who won't laugh or run away when he sees that little bird. After all, it’s just a pretty bird! ↗

— C. JoyBell C.

#birds #inspirational-quotes #inspirational-writing-for-women #little-birds #love

The establishment is made up of little men, very frightened. ↗

— Bella Abzug

#frightened #little #little men #made #men

Before my accident I was a little too... selfish and self-absorbed and for me, to now be at the place where I can kinda give back and inspire people. I'm blessed. I'm really blessed. ↗

— Rick Allen

#back #before #blessed #give #i

Every time you win, you're reborn; when you lose, you die a little. ↗

— George Allen, Sr.

#every #every time #little #lose #reborn

I've turned my guest house into this little studio, and we have actors come over and do readings. ↗

— Jeff Goldblum

#guest #house #i #into #little

There was the bulge and the glitter, and there was the cold grip way down in the stomach as though somebody had laid hold of something in there, in the dark which is you, with a cold hand in a cold rubber glove. It was like the second when you come home late at night and see the yellow envelope of the telegram sticking out from under your door and you lean and pick it up, but don't open it yet, not for a second. While you stand there in the hall, with the envelope in your hand, you feel there's an eye on you, a great big eye looking straight at you from miles and dark and through walls and houses and through your coat and vest and hide and sees you huddled up way inside, in the dark which is you, inside yourself, like a clammy, sad little fetus you carry around inside yourself. The eye knows what's in the envelope, and it is watching you to see you when you open it and know, too. But the clammy, sad little fetus which is you way down in the dark which is you too lifts up its sad little face and its eyes are blind, and it shivers cold inside you for it doesn't want to know what is in that envelope. It wants to lie in the dark and not know, and be warm in its not-knowing. ↗

— Robert Penn Warren

#knowledge #sad-little-fetus #home

Events that are predestined require but little management. They manage themselves. They slip into place while we sleep, and suddenly we are aware that the thing we fear to attempt, is already accomplished. ↗

— Amelia Barr

#already #attempt #aware #events #fear