Quotes About Fame

Gli dei non permettono a nessuno di essere famoso e felice. [...] Ma voglio confidarti un segreto. [...] Io sarò il primo. [...] Giuralo." "Perché io?" "Perché sei tu la ragione.

So do I," said Achilles. "I have heard that you taught Heracles and Jason, thick-fingered though they were. Is it true?

She says that there is strangeness among the gods, that they are fighting with each other, taking sides in the war. She fears that the gods have promised me fame, but not how much.

I know. They never let you be famous and happy." He lifted an eyebrow. "I'll tell you a secret." "Tell me." I loved it when he was like this. "I'm going to be the first." He took my palm and held it to his. "Swear it." "Why me?" "Because you're the reason. Swear it." "I swear it," I said, lost in the high color of his cheeks, the flame in his eyes. "I swear it," he echoed.

Some men gain glory after they die, while others fade. What is admired in one generation is abhorred in another." He spread his broad hands. "We cannot say who will survive the holocaust of memory.

Name one hero who was happy." I considered. Heracles went mad and killed his family; Theseus lost his bride and father; Jason's children and new wife were murdered by his old; Bellerophon killed the Chimera but was crippled by the fall from Pegasus' back. "You can't." He was sitting up now, leaning forward. "I can't." "I know. They never let you be famous AND happy." He lifted an eyebrow. "I'll tell you a secret." "Tell me." I loved it when he was like this. "I'm going to be the first.

Cite um herói que tenha sido feliz. Não conseguiria. — Não, não conseguiria. — Sei disso. Os deuses não permitem que sejamos famosos e felizes. Vou lhe contar um segredo. — Conte-me. — Eu serei o primeiro. Jure. — Por que eu devo jurar? — Porque você é a razão.

Nunca te dejan ser famoso y feliz. Voy a contarte un secreto. - Dime - Yo voy a ser el primero. Júralo. - ¿Por qué yo? - Porque tu eres la razón.

We cannot say who will survive the holocaust of memory. Who knows?' He smiles. 'Perhaps one day even I will be famous. Perhaps more famous than you.

What about me?" I asked. Chiron's dark eyes moved to rest on mine. "You will never gain fame from your fighting. Is this surprising to you?

La fama sigue cursos extraños: la de unos aumenta al morir y la de otros se desvanece. —El itacense abre las manazas—. Es imposible decir quién va a sobrevivir al holocausto de la memoria.

I know. They never let you be famous and happy." He lifted an eyebrow. "I'll tell you a secret". "Tell me." I loved it when he was like this. "I'm going to be the first". He took my palm and held it to his. "Swear it". "Why me?" "Because you're the reason. Swear it.

True. But fame is a strange thing. Some men gain glory after they die, while others fade. What is admired in one generation is abhorred in another." He spread his broad hands. "We cannot say who will survive the holocaust of memory.

I watched her dance, arms curving like wings, her strong young legs in love with their own motion. This was how mortals found fame, I thought. Through practice and diligence, tending their skills like gardens until they glowed beneath the sun.

Así es como los mortales obtienen fama", pensé; mediante la práctica y la diligencia, cuidando sus talentos como si fueran jardines, con la esperanza de verlos resplandecer bajo el sol.

Name one hero who was happy...You can't.' He was sitting up now, leaning forward. 'I can't.' 'I know. They never let you be famous and happy.' He lifted an eybrow. 'I'll tell you a secret.' 'Tell me.' I loved it when he was like this. 'I'm going to be the first.' He took my palm and held it to his. 'Swear it.' 'Why me?' 'Because you're the reason. Swear it.

Name one hero who was happy you can't, I can't, I know. They never let you be famous AND happy. Ill tell you a secret Tell me Im going to be the first.. Swear it why me because your the reason.. swear it I swear it

Losing my virginity was a career move.

I've been popular and unpopular successful and unsuccessful loved and loathed and I know how meaningless it all is. Therefore I feel free to take whatever risks I want.

I always thought I should be treated like a star.

i won't be happy until i'm famous like God

Fame is a form of misunderstanding.

I am rich and famous. I have a talented and gorgeous husband and two beautiful children. I could go on.

I think in the end, when you're famous, people like to narrow you down to a few personality traits. I think I've just become this ambitious, say-whatever's-on-her-mind, intimidating person. And that's part of my personality, but it's certainly not anywhere near the whole thing.