Quotes About Fame

The Pilgrim of Eternity [Lord Byron], whose fameOver his living head like heaven is bent,An early but enduring monument,Came, veiling all the lightnings of his songIn sorrow.

Kings are like stars—they rise and set, they haveThe worship of the world, but no repose.

Nothing wilts faster than laurels that have been rested upon.

For famous men have the whole earth as their memorial.

Stars are attributed w/ intelligence they don't have, beauty they haven't worked for, loyaly & love they are incapable of reciprocating, and strength they do not possess. They are treated like a beautiful vase of cut flowers. When wilted, simply replaced w/ new blooms.

Some kid writes in to me and says, 'I've got all your records and I listen to your music all day long and I look at your pictures all the time and I write to you and all I get is a bleedin' autographed picture. You don't know how much time I spend thinkin' about you lot.' I write him back and say, 'You don't know how much time I spend looking at and thinking about teenagers.

Oh, sure. Brian Wilson. The big genius! Well, he wasn't such a genius when he was wetting his bed at age 14! He wasn't so cute then, was he?

It's absolutely impossible to have a serious critical discussion about enthusiasms for movie stars. Because a movie star is an animal separate from acting. Sometimes, he or she is a great actor. Sometimes a third-rate one. But the star is something that you fall in love with ...

Hayworth, the former Margarita Carmen Cansino, was, of course, one of the brightest stars of the forties and early fifties, so much so that the crew of the Enola Gay is rumored to have used her pinup decal as "nose art" for either the bomber or its payload, Little Boy, before dropping it on Hiroshima. Welles

Being famous as a writer is like being famous in a village. It's not really any very heady fame.

Theophilus Hopkins was a moderately famous man. You can look him up in the 1860 Britannica. There are three full columns about his corals and his corallines, his anemones and starfish. It does not have anything very useful about the man. It does not tell you what he was like. You can read it three times over and never guess that he had any particular attitude to Christmas pudding.

My name is Herbert Badgery. I am a hundred and thirty-nine years old and something of a celebrity. They come and look at me and wonder how I do it. There are weeks when I wonder the same, whole stretches of terrible time. It is hard to believe you can feel so bad and still not die.

I hope this doesn't sound pompous but I don't think of myself as famous, whatever fame I've got has come through what I've done and associations of things I've done.

He could leave the land in ruins and remain beloved. He had made history. He was the end of history.

At the height of his fame, he would reassure his audience: "You're not alone—give me your hands" [61], and then stretch out his own emaciated arms toward them, coyly allowing the tips of his fingers to graze theirs for an instant, before he withdrew, keeping their tantalizing dream of contact alive while remaining ultimately aloof and alone.

out…That's why they want the Beatles to go on, so they can get all silly again. But

What's fame, after all? It can be what someone writes on your tombstone.

I was famous from birth.

Gilbert?" Some days I hate all those who know my name.

Missing what most of the time? The babbling faceless agora, the fame, the parties, the pop of flash bulbs? The lovers, the gaiety, the champagne? The solitude carved out of celebrity, poring over charts by a single lamp on a wide desk in a venerable hotel? Room service, coffee before dawn? The company of one friend, two? The choice: All of it or not? Some or none? Now, not now, maybe later?

bright blue slacks and sandals, a paparazzi-sized

If You kill this people as one man, the nations who have heard of Your fame will say,

So the LORD was with Joshua, and his fame spread throughout the land.

“Your servants have come from a very distant land,” they replied, “because of the fame of the LORD your God. For we have heard the reports about Him: all that He did in Egypt,