#private

I'm kind of private and I keep things inside a lot, but it's been so wonderful to realize that people care about you in a very deep way and that there is some bond between an actor and his audience. I don't even know how to describe that feeling. ↗

— Michael J. Fox

#actor #audience #been #between #bond

I have heard all kinds of stories about telling employers about MS and I really don't know what the answer is. I am a private person, but I have found support by talking to fellow MSrs in the community. ↗

— Teri Garr

#am #answer #community #employers #fellow

The government can help, but we need to make this transition now to a recovery led by private investment, private. ↗

— Timothy Geithner

#help #investment #led #make #need

Nominally, there is one executive for every eight federal employees, a ratio that would bankrupt many private industries. ↗

— Martin L. Gross

#eight #employees #every #executive #federal

All significant truths are private truths. As they become public they cease to become truths; they become facts, or at best, part of the public character; or at worst, catchwords. ↗

— T. S. Eliot

#best #cease #character #facts #part

I want to let my fans get to know a little about me. I'm very thankful for everything they've done for me so, of course, I'm going to let them into my world a bit. But I really am a very private person, and I love kepping my life to myself - that's how I've always been. ↗

— Vanessa Hudgens

#always #am #been #bit #course

So long as governments set the example of killing their enemies, private individuals will occasionally kill theirs. ↗

— Elbert Hubbard

#governments #individuals #kill #killing #long

Imagine for yourself a character, a model personality, whose example you determine to follow, in private as well as in public. ↗

— Epictetus

#character #determine #example #follow #imagine

Moral choices do not depend on personal preference and private decision but on right reason and, I would add, divine order. ↗

— Basil Hume

#choices #decision #depend #divine #i

I looked out over no-man's land where Charlie had died. They lay as if they'd been heaped against the wire by the wind, and Charlie, I knew, was one of them. I wondered what I would write to Molly and Mother. I could hear Mother's voice in my head, hear her telling Big Joe how Charlie would not be coming back, how he had gone to Heaven to be with Father and Bertha. Big Joe would be sad. He would hum Oranges and Lemons mournfully up his tree. But after a few days his faith would comfort him. He would believe absolutely that Charlie was up there in the blue of Heaven, high above the church tower somewhere. I envied him that. I could no longer even pretend to myself that I believed in a merciful god, nor in a heaven, not anymore, not after I had seen what men could do to one another. I could believe only in the hell I was living in, a hell on earth, and it was man-made, not God-made. ↗

— Michael Morpurgo

#faith