Quotes About Fame

So many bright stars, bright in life, burn out quickly.

I would never invite cameras into my life again.

I get recognised sometimes. But I just live my life. I get on the bus, I get on the subway, it's not a problem.

Im not angry. I have never been angry in my entire life. The only thing that makes me angry is people videorecording me. Making me mad. NOW TURN IT OFF!

My greatest pain in life is that I will never be able to see myself perform live.

I don't talk about my personal life so they [the media] had to make one up for me.

There are times when you see how ridiculous is this life, how ludicrous it is, you know, leaving your house every morning and being followed by paparazzi.

My life is fairly normal. I didn't wake up one morning and find out that I'm suddenly a star, with people clamoring at me. I feel like I'm moving up the ladder just a little, which is fine.

Music is still part of my life, but I hate the idea of people coming to see me play the guitar because they've seen me in movies. You want people who are listening to be only interested in the music.

My dad always said there's four phases in an actor/director's life. There's 'Mario Who?' There's 'Get me Mario!' 'Get me a young Mario, ' and 'Mario Who?'

I've come to realize that worldly light brings more popularity in someone's life then spiritual light.

Nothing is worth having if it isn't worth showing off…

It's better to burn out than to fade away.

Many people seek popularity and want everyone to know their name. It's not important for everyone to know your name, it's important that some of the people you know don't forget your name.

Fame, if not double-faced, is double-mouthed,And with contrary blast proclaims most deeds;On both his wings, one black, the other white,Bears greatest names in his wild airy flight.

What needs my Shakespeare for his honor'd bones,The labor of an age in piled stones,Or that his hallow'd relics should be hidUnder a star-y-pointing pyramid?Dear son of memory, great heir of fame,What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name?

Inflamed with the study of learning and the admiration of virtue; stirred up with high hopes of living to be brave men and worthy patriots, dear to God, and famous to all ages.

Peace hath her victoriesNo less renown'd than war.

Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil.

What needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones, The labor of an age in pilèd stones, Or that his hallowed relics should be hid Under a star-y-pointing pyramid? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name?

In spite of the concerted press campaign to transform me into some upstart wordsmith who had inexplicably won the pools ('Osborne mellows now he's on £1,000 a week'), I was not earning great sums from any of the three plays now that tow of them had finished their Broadway runs.

Although at the age of twenty-eight I had become preposterously famous, I was still partially gagged by the indoctrination of aggrieved lower-middle-class humility. In my work I had not dissembled, I was sure of that, but the nagging inheritance of 'Who do you think you are?' is hard to drown out in the presence of those who seem to have an ironclad awareness of who they are.

People Magazine recently paid a movie star $4.1 million dollars. To make a movie? No, $4.1 million dollars was paid for the right to publish pictures of the actor's new baby. America's media covered the unfortunate death of singer Michael Jackson non-stop for days on end. We are "mad upon our idols.

What difference does it make whether your work is appreciated or not? The work will still be yours. Anyway, most of us are only appreciated after we are dead.