Fontanne Theater Quotes & Sayings

Awe is what moves us forward. — Joseph Campbell

The Golds have everything, yet they demand sacrifices even from their own. This place is sick. This empire broken. It eats its kings, its queens, as hungrily as it does the paupers who mill its earth. — Pierce Brown

The results you produce open doors for greater opportunities — Sunday Adelaja

Ignorance speaks loudly, so as to be heard; but its volume proves reason to doubt every word. — Wes Fesler

What is that, Shakespeare?"
"Betty Crocker, a fascinating woman. — Kami Garcia

I didn't cry when they buried my father - I wouldn't let myself. I didn't cry when they buried my sister. On Thursday night, with my family asleep upstairs, my eyes filled as Agassi and Marcos Baghdatis played out the fifth set of their moving second-round match. — Greg Garber

Miss Fontanne and I rehearse all the time. Even after we leave the theater, we rehearse. We sleep in the same bed. We have a script on our hands when we go to bed. You can't come and tell us to stop rehearsing after eight hours. — Alfred Lunt

Always find a time to sit on a humid autumn bench to feed the poor birds or to think the dying leaves! — Mehmet Murat Ildan

He was rambling. But, oddly, his mind felt clearer now than it had in weeks. Perhaps it was the clarity of perspective. Most men spent their entire lives wondering about the future. Well, his future was empty now. — Brandon Sanderson

The trouble with selfish motives is that they harden into principles, and you end up sending your kids to war for them. — Robert Breault

My husband is the romantic one in our relationship. He's always doing sweet things for me. Each year, we recreate our first date - it was a blind date, and we met at the zoo, followed by a trip to the museum. I'd have to say that's my favorite romantic date. — Lori Wilde

No more bells ringing in the middle of the afternoon demolishing the rest of the day. No more waiting for the situation to change. — Jhumpa Lahiri

But it is one thing to transmit the divine through a blasting storm of holy noise, another thing entirely to write a history forged from human voices, imperfect memories, self-interested accounts. — Geraldine Brooks