#raves

Jack Benny was, without a doubt, the bravest comedian I have ever seen work. He wasn't afraid of silence. He would take as long as it took to tell the story. ↗

— Bob Newhart

#benny #bravest #comedian #doubt #ever

The bravest person I've ever met was a young boy going through massive amounts of treatment for a very rare, complex and unpleasant disease. I last saw him at a Discworld convention, where he chose to take part in a game as an assassin. He died not long afterwards, and I wish I had his fortitude and sense of style. ↗

— Terry Pratchett

#assassin #boy #bravest #chose #complex

He is not poor that hath not much, but he that craves much. ↗

— Thomas Fuller

#hath #much #poor

A great deal of talent is lost to the world for want of a little courage. Every day sends to their graves obscure men whose timidity prevented them from making a first effort. ↗

— Sydney Smith

#day #deal #effort #every #every day

The bravest are the most tender; the loving are the daring. ↗

— Bayard Taylor

#daring #loving #most #tender

Uneasy lies the head that craves the crown. ↗

— Howard Koch

#crown #head #lies #uneasy

He who is satisfied has never truly craved, and he who craves for the light of God neglects his ease for ardor. ↗

— Abraham Joshua Heschel

#craved #craves #ease #god #his

While we ourselves are the living graves of murdered animals, how can we expect any ideal living conditions on this earth? ↗

— George Bernard Shaw

#conditions #earth #expect #graves #how

And now it [grass] seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves, Tenderly will I use you curling grass, It may be you transpire from the breasts of young men, It may be if I had known them I would have loved them, It may be you from old people, or from offspring taken soon out of their mother's laps, And here you are the mothers' laps." - Song of Myself: 6 ↗

— Walt Whitman

#grass #graves #love-of-nature #nature #respect

You arrogant...” thrust through the stomach of a snapping zombie, twisting and using all my strength to cleave him in half “... over published...” wasn't going to work, it clawed at the blade, and my God, these things were tough, “...showy old bat...” Crack! There went my head into the wall. If I didn't have a split skull, I'd be amazed. “What are you waiting for? Aren't you the king of all bogeymen? The legend children fear will devour them if they don't behave?” “Come on, Vlad, live up to your reputation! If you can't burn to death one Egyptian vampire chained to a wall, how did you ever drive the Turks from Romania?” “You did it!” “Of course, I'm Vlad Tepesh, what did you expect? ↗

— Jeaniene Frost

#cat #kitten #night-huntress #vlad #vlad-tepesh