Quotes About Circus

If someone tells me he has bought the outfit of a tightrope walker I am not impressed until I see what is done with it.

Same circus, different clowns, and without a doubt I'm one of them.

That it's possible to be against the circus, not because you're afraid to die there, but because it's wicked and wrong. ~Aurelia, 152

It is the men who take the women to the circus, and they go to hear the men laugh!

I was fascinated to hear of the suicide of an octopus, trained for the circus, that had been accustomed to do tricks for rewards of food. When the circus disbanded, the octopus was kept in a tank and no one paid any attention to his tricks. He gradually lost his color (octopuses' states of mind are expressed in their shifting hues) and finally went through his tricks a last time, failed to be rewarded, and used his beak to stab himself so badly that he died.

So what if I'm ninety-three? So what if I'm ancient and cranky and my body's a wreck? If they're willing to accept me and my guilty conscience, why the hell shouldn't I run away with the circus? It's like Charlie told the cop. For this old man, this is home.

They grew fat and happy--the horses, not the children, or Marlena for that matter.

Then she turns to Midnight and perches delicately on his lowered back. He rises, arches his neck, and carries Marlena from the big top. The rest of the horses follow, once again grouped by color, crowding each other to stay close to their mistress.

But what else do I have to offer? Nothing happens to me anymore. That's the reality of getting old, and I guess that's really the crux of the matter. I'm not ready to be old yet. But I shouldn't complain, this being circus day and all.

paraded around town in an elephant cage, an elephant who repeatedly pulled her stake and stole the lemonade

And then I laugh, because it's so ridiculous and so gorgeous and it's all I can do to not melt into a fit of giggles. So what if I'm ninety-three? So what if I'm ancient and cranky and my body's a wreck? If they're willing to accept me and my guilty conscience, why the hell shouldn't I run away with the circus?

And then I laugh, because it's so ridiculous and so gorgeous and it's all I can do to not melt into a fit of giggles. [...] If they're willing to accept me and my guilty conscience, why the hell shouldn't I run away with the circus?

That moment, the music screeched to a halt. There was an ungodly collision of brass, reed, and percussion—trombones and piccolos skidded into cacophony, a tuba farted, and the hollow clang of a cymbal wavered out of the big top, over our heads and into oblivion.

One day the good times had to keep on rolling, and all of life's horseshit would turn to circuses.

We are in the same tent as the clowns and the freaks-that's show business.

When the politicians complain that TV turns the proceedings into a circus, it should be made clear that the circus was already there, and that TV has merely demonstrated that not all the performers are well trained.

Be aware, as the law is mostly for the public, not the republic authorities; similarly, as the rules of the United Nations, are only for its methodical members, not for the veto holders. Accordingly, the teeth of an elephant define that in suitably and relevantly context since children feel happy and enjoy it in a circus, without realizing the reality, even parents pay for it. Indeed, it is an authentic fact.

Rejig or shuffling of members is usually like juggling the same odd (old/new) balls from one hand to another for whiling away time & entertaining the dumbo audience that something magical is happening,but actually nothing.

Ultimately, I've learned to pride myself on being quirky. I very much adore people who are outcasts, and I've always loved to be around interesting, circus-type people.

If I had been born in the circus, my parents would have pushed me on that little high wire at four years old. That's when the body is most limber to learn those acrobatics.

On the high wire, within months, I'm able to master all the tricks they do in the circus, except I am not satisfied.

Whenever we do wire work, we do look like babies just being, like, dangled.

I wish that the circuses that were around now felt like they did then. They're not quite as elegant or as magical as they used to be. There was something about the old tent shows, the Big Top, the canvas, the lights, the sawdust, the hay and the animals that's just missing now. Now, it's all urbanized and maybe a little garish.

I hate to witness animals in captivity - or see circus elephants paraded down the streets. When animals are caged, it's a loss of what they are.