Quotes About Circus

The good thing about being a circus clown must be that you never have to worry about how your hair looks.

Run all the way to the end of the episode, float back down into the theatre, float into the movie, and then run it backward so everybody walks backward and talks backward, and throw in a little circus music so it's as ridiculous as it could be. Then, clear your mind for ten minutes and then go back and think of what you were afraid of. You will be amazed to discover that your fear has severely diminished if not disappeared entirely.

Being able to play these memories forward with circus music and backward with silly music allows the feelings to become separated from the images and the memories will no longer haunt you. The purpose of memories is to learn from them or to enjoy them or to use them as guides for your behavior, and it doesn't help to relive trauma. Over the years, I've helped many, many people whose lives had been crippled by traumatic experiences to get away from the memories.

Then a lady flounced up and perched on the seat opposite. She had a full bird on the wing sewn to the crown of her hat, and she was painted up like a circus pony, so we took her to be from Chicago.

Everyone hates clowns, Otis said. Even other clowns hate clowns.

Take down Arty and Chick and Papa and the twins, and all that's left of the Jar Kin, and, by then, Lily and me. Open our metal jars and pour all the Binewski dust together into that big battered loving cup that first held only Grandpa B. Bolt us to the hood of your traveling machine and take us on the road again.

I'm divorced and I've been to the circus and seen the clowns. This ain't my first rodeo.

Slapstick was named after the battacio, or 'slap stick,' which made a dramatic popping sound when actors hit one another with it and which was used in the Commedia dell'arte, an Italian stage tradition whose blend of stereotype, sketch and shtick was passed down through circus and pantomime to vaudeville and burlesque and into cinema

As circus owner David Hannum famously said, 'There's a sucker born every minute.' And, no, dear reader, it was not P.T Barnum who spoke these wise words.

It's a traveling syphilitic sideshow: I don't like the circus. Diseased animals and hermaphrodite clowns throwing anthrax spores at the children. This is like entertainment from the ninth century. Greeks, trolls, mutants, all these inbred circus people. They come out from under bridges, releasing disease and pestilence into the air. I don't like the circus.

But theatre is also a public event, a spectacle or a show, attempting to please or amaze the audience by a display of exceptional stage achievements, that is, special performances. In that sense, like sporting events or the circus, theatre serves what I shall call the performance function: it satisfies our natural desire to achieve or witness something extraordinary.

one must love the Circus and despise the world.

Galopamos por la vida como artistas de circo que se bambolean precariamente a lomos de dos veloces caballos; un pie va sobre el caballo llamado Destino y el otro, sobre el caballo llamado Libre Albedrío.

These sociologists who talk to facilely about the sacred are like a man who keeps a toothless old circus lion around the house in order to experience the thrills of the jungle.

Kat had been picking things up since her third birthday, when Hamish and Angus's father took them all to the circus because he needed to "borrow" an elephant.

Wait. Far be it for me to say this" — Hamish looked around the compartment — "and if anyone tells Uncle Eddie I suggested being an upstanding citizen I'll kill 'em, but aren't there...laws and stuff? I mean, can't you...you know...sue him or something?" asked the boy who had once stolen an entire circus, all three rings.

I think Barnum is at the center of American culture. He's helping to invent what we now think of as pop culture. He invented pretty much our notions of the circus.

How can I be happy when my songs are converted into a circus?

Cirque du Soleil distinguished itself by being a circus with no animals. Before then, circus was partly about showing how man can tame other species.

Wells points at me like P. T. Barnum showing off the dog-faced boy to the masses.

They say, "How are you feeling?" "Like I got gored by a water buffalo shot out of one of those circus cannons they use for clowns. You know the ones?" They smile. "Yeah. I've seen them." "How is that even a job? What do you put on your taxes? 'Clown gunner'?" Janet laughs a little. "It's good to see you your own ridiculous self again.

It would be simpler than dealing with this sideshow.

Taylor and I both pride ourselves on having escaped that collapsed circus tent of epistemology—those acres of canvas under which many of our colleagues still thrash aimlessly about.

In the span of one hundred and forty seconds I have transformed once again. I spill out of the seat, and to the back of the white beast, the crisp night air filling my lungs…There is plenty of life out here. Hands shoved into my coat pockets, the laughter of a circus clown echoing in the alleyways between tiny houses, the brick apartment buildings, the long warehouses that extend away from me. And already I can feel my hands on his neck.