Quotes About Circus

You picked a lemon, throw it away lemonade is overrated. Freaks should remain at the circus, not in your apartment. You already have one asshole. You don't need another. Make a space in your life for the glorious things you deserve. Have faith.

You betrayed me. You betrayed me as father to the son who is father to the man. It was your responsibility as my father and keeper to protect me from trespasses, from things that go bump in the night, from the urges and yearnings of other grown men. You didn't fulfill your duty and I was sold at the ripe age of seven to a carnal circus.

Originally the dream was about traveling and developing a job that would permit me to travel. And I decided to go into street performing because it was a traveling job it would let me go around the world.

We had every problems starting a big top could have. The tent fell down on the first day. We had problems getting people into the shows. It was only with the courage and arrogance of youth that we survived.

We're just not cut out for all this media circus crap. But then, you already knew that.

Basically, if you put a fence around New York City, you'd have the world's biggest nontraveling circus.

Not all circus animals are unhappy.

Nobody should try to play comedy unless they have a circus going on inside.

And finally, in our time a beard is the one thing that a woman cannot do better than a man, or if she can her success is assured only in a circus.

As a kid, I used to be equal parts drawn to and horrified of the circus. They would have these beautiful canvas posters for Lobster Boy, bearded women, and this and that.

I reckon if I ever marry, she will have to be a strong woman in a circus or something.

Demelza was beginning to feel like a lion tamer who has been putting his pets through their paces and finds them getting out of hand.

An old man in a tyrolean costume was shuffling among the rough tables with his hat outheld while a little girl in a smock cranked a barrel organ and a bear in a crinoline twirled strangely upon a board stage defined by a row of tallow candles that dripped and sputtered in their pools of grease.

Well, there's a piece of Maria in every song that I sing. And the price of a memory is the memory of the sorrow it brings. And there is always one last light to turn out and one last bell to ring. And the last one out of the circus has to lock up everything.

The tarps Ken Weinrich's crew used has yellow and royal blue stripes, not unlike those for a circus, and this had lent a festive yet undignified mood to the proceedings.

There are two types of people in this world. People who hate clowns...and clowns. (Bobby Pendragon)

It is the masses: they are the unchangeable. An individual may emerge from the masses. But the emergence doesn't alter the mass. The masses are unalterable. It is one of the most momentous facts of social science. panem et circenses! Only today education is one of the bad substitutes for a circus. What is wrong today is that we've made a profound hash of the circuses part of the programme, and poisoned our masses with a little education.

I hate clowns. I've mentioned that, right?

Su público es más respetuoso que el de cualquier teatro o sala de conciertos. Eso tiene que ver con que en el circo la realidad tiene la palabra, no la apariencia. Aún sigue siendo más concebible que un señor del público le pida el programa a su vecino mientras Hamlet apuñala a Polonio, que mientras el acróbata realiza el doble salto mortal desde la cúpula.

Prediction is the best circus act of all. But it is just an act. It's a carny turn. Stop doing it.

Honk, honk!

All right, then. Your name, young woman." "Calliope McCauley Michaelson." Daniel swung around and stared at her. Flannery began flipping the pages in his book. "Calliope?" Daniel whispered. She shrugged. "My father was very fond of the circus." He was smirking. She was about to get married, and the groom was smirking.

Souls dance undressed/ together/ and like loiterers/ on the fringes of a fair/ we ogle the unobtainable/ imagined mystery/ Yet away around on the far side/ like a stage door of a circus tent/ is a wide vent in the battlements/ where even elephants/ waltz thru

and since I was bound to screw them up, my only hope was to screw them up in a sufficiently dramatic way, a way that led to a best-selling memoir, so they could make big bucks in the psychological freak show circuit.