#toi

For the dead there are no more toils. ↗

— Sophocles

#more #toils

If they had told me I was the janitor and would have to mop up and clean the toilets after the show in order to play, I probably would have done it. ↗

— Bruce Springsteen

#clean #done #had #i #janitor

Toil, feel, think, hope; you will be sure to dream enough before you die, without arranging for it. ↗

— John Sterling

#before #die #dream #enough #feel

Every time I went on the radio, I would take the crummiest radio station, the station that was like a toilet bowl. I would go on there and build up the ratings, so you couldn't do any worse. ↗

— Howard Stern

#bowl #build #every #every time #go

Schools across India do not have teachers, libraries, playing grounds and even toilets. I do not want to see empty classrooms, empty libraries. I do not want to see cattle grazing on fields meant to be cricket or football grounds. ↗

— Sachin Tendulkar

#cattle #classrooms #cricket #empty #even

I don't worry. I'm more stoical. Of course I have insecurities. I fear getting older. I fear death and illness. I'm not prone to depression, but I get depressed because everybody gets depressed. Suddenly I'm away from my family or doing a job I'm not enjoying. ↗

— David Thewlis

#because #course #death #depressed #depression

I realize that I had always in my heart of hearts planned to write a biography of Marie Antoinette. ↗

— Antonia Fraser

#antoinette #biography #had #heart #hearts

Before, we may have taken part in it without even thinking it was American Jewish, but in this case, I think, you have now perhaps pointed us in a direction of a new interest in this repertoire. ↗

— Neville Marriner

#before #case #direction #even #i

Ordinarily if an actor gets chosen for the lead in a film, he or she has already built up a repertoire, and everyone knows what he or she is capable of. ↗

— Zhang Ziyi

#already #built #capable #chosen #everyone

Antoine St. Exupery once mourned the loss of a man and the secret treasures that he held inside him. I loved Exupery; I will read him again, and he will talk to me, not being dead, or gone. Is that life after death — mind living on paper and flesh living in offspring? Maybe. I do not know. ↗

— Sylvia Plath

#death