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Fame is one thing, notoriety is another.
It's hard for people to get their hands around fame, because it's heady stuff, and you have to look at it as being dangerous explosives, and you have to handle it with care.
What's fame, after all? It can be what someone writes on your tombstone.
Fame means millions of people have the wrong idea of who you are.
Fame is a fickle thing that only lasts as long as you can be out there offering yourself to the public. And as soon as you relax for five minutes, they're gone, you know, and they're following somebody else.
Fame is but the breath of people, and that often unwholesome.
Fame then was cheap, and the first comer sped; And they have kept it since by being dead.
My fame is due to broadcast television.
Fame is like a castle. Castles are beautiful to dream and wonderful to watch, but too encircled to live in!
It's an odd beast, fame. It's got multiple personalities.
Fame is a good so wholly foreign to our natures that we have no faculty in the soul adapted to it, nor any organ in the body to relish it; an object of desire placed out of the possibility of fruition.
Fame is an unnatural construct and those who go in search of it are the least likely to find it.
Fame is like caviar, you know - it's good to have caviar but not when you have it at every meal.
Fame and money are gifts given to us only after we have gifted the world with our best, our lonely, our individual truths.
Fame - the aggregate of all the misunderstandings that collect around a new name.
Fame is ultimately about the cycles of desire and how to do away with them or manage them well.
Some people obtain fame, others deserve it.
Fame, that public destruction of one in process of becoming, into whose building-ground the mob breaks, displacing his stones.
The love of fame is a passion natural and universal, which no man, however high or mean, however wise or ignorant, was yet able to despise.
Fame gets you in the door but it doesn't keep you in the room.
Fame is the accumulation of misunderstandings around a well-known name
Fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate.
Fame is hollow. It amplifies what is there. If there is any self-doubt, or hatred, or lack of ability to connect with people, fame will magnify it.
Fame is the worst pain known to man.
It's stronger than heroin.
Fame is a by-product which you have to deal with in a sensible way. To believe that it is anything more significant than that is deeply self-deceptive.
Fame is a constant effort.
Fame is like a suffocating castle sieged by the enemy.
Fame is a very confusing thing, because you are recognized by a lot of people that you've never seen before, and they're at a great advantage.
Fame is a bee.
It has a song -
It has a sting -
Ah, too, it has a wing.
Fame is fickle, and I know it. It has its compensations but it also has its drawbacks, and I've experienced them both.
There was a time when fame meant that you were either someone who is really gifted in your field or you were making an impact or you are famous because you were a really horrible person, you know? But now, you can become famous by eating a frog. It's just not the same thing.
Fame must be received with gratitude and handled with humility.
Fame is a perverse deformity, an ego swelling as ludicrous as an extra organ, and the people that have it, for a huge part, are willfully and deliberately fucked-up past the point of ever having anything sweet or human or normal about themselves ever again.
Fame is a heavy burden.
Fame destroys the people who believe it.
Fame is proof that the people are gullible.
For the average person leading an ordinary life, fame holds an hypnotic attraction. Many would sooner perish than exist in anonymity. But for the unlucky few who've had notoriety forced upon them, infamy can be a sentence more damning than any prison term
Fame is what you have taken, character is what you give; when to this truth you waken then you begin to live.
Fame does different things to different people. For some people it makes them a better person.
Fame is like drifting clouds, transient and ephemeral. Memory is forever.
Fame means being respected by everybody, or having some quality that is desired by all men, or by most, or by the good, or by the wise.
Fame is such a waste. It can't even be recycled.
Fame is simply an imbalance between inbound and outbound attention.
Fame is fickle, but Obscurity is usually faithful to the end.
Fame is a very unnatural human condition. When you stop to realize that Abraham Lincoln was probably never seen by more than 400 people in a single evening, and that I can enter over 40 million homes in a single evening due to the power of television, you have to admit the situation is not normal.
Spurious fame spreads from tongue to tongue like the fog of the early dawn before the sun rises.
Fame, on its best day, is kind of like a friendly wave from a stranger by the side of the road. And when it's not so good, it's like a long walk home, all alone, with nobody in when you get there.
Fame puts you there where things are hollow.
No true and permanent fame can be founded except in labors which promote the happiness of mankind.
Fame is like getting across the street. It's like, if there's nothing to be across the street for, it's a pointless destination.
Fame comes only when deserved, and then is as inevitable as destiny, for it is destiny.
Fame is a delicate and dangerous creature; I saw people who didn't honor it, who refused to take responsibility for it, get destroyed by it. I also saw that stardom in and of itself was empty.
What people don't realize is that fame, whatever your worst experience in high school, when you were being bullied by those ten kids in high school, fame is that, but on a global scale, where you're being bullied by millions of people constantly.
Fame is O.K. I hate it, but it's O.K. I'm beginning to understand how I can be hidden. It's an attitude.
Fame is proof that people are gullible.
Fame is very agreeable, but the bad thing is that it goes on 24 hours a day.
Fame is everywhere; the 15 minutes are now the dominant themes of our times.
Fame is a Bleet, man.
Fame separates you from life.
Fame is a series of misunderstandings surrounding a name.
Fame or perceived success - it all comes from groupthink.
Fame introduced me to a world of instant gratification and decadence I hadn't seen before.
A good reputation is better than fame.
Fame makes me feel wanted and loved, anybody wants that.
Fame is merely the fact of being misunderstood by millions of people.
I think fame is one of those things where you have a window of opportunity and you have a certain amount of trust from the fans, and without that you don't have a career.
Knowledge is power as well as fame.
What of fame? Everybody knows your name: never again are you alone.
Fame is the beauty parlor of the dead.
The real trap of fame is its irresistibility.
That is what fame is, isn't it? To get the world to fall in love with you.
Fame is a form of misunderstanding.
Fame is a vapor, popularity an accident, riches take wings, only one thing endures and that is character.
I try not to focus on fame; I don't even really know what it means exactly because it's so fleeting.
Worldly fame is but a breath of wind that blows now this way, and now that, and changes name as it changes direction.
Passion for fame: A passion which is the instinct of all great souls.
Fame has only the span of the day, they say. But to live in the hearts of people-that is worth something.
Fame can be very disruptive. It can be like a drug. It gives you the feeling that you're happy, it gives you the feeling of self-importance, it gives you the feeling of fullfilment; but it can distract you from what is really important.
Fame is an accident; merit a thing absolute.
This fame is a juggernaut: It slaps you in the face, and you don't know what you're doing. You don't know who has your back, who is your support system.
Money and fame? I never had it, don't really know if I want it.
Fame is nothing but the sum of all the misunderstandings that cluster around a new name ... Wherever a human achievement becomes truly great, it seeks to hide its face in the lap of general, nameless greatness.
All fame ever does for you is get attention for the work you really want to do.
Anonymity is the new fame.
Fame - anyone who says he doesn't like it is crazy.
Those who despise fame seldom deserve it. We are apt to undervalue the purchase we cannot reach, to conceal our poverty the better. It is a spark which kindles upon the best fuel, and burns brightest in the bravest breast.
Power has got to be the most intoxicating thing in the world - and of all forms of power the most intoxicating is fame.
Fame is the shade of immortality, And in itself a shadow. Soon as caught, Contemn'd; it shrinks to nothing in the grasp.
Fame, infamy, they're of the same family.
Reputation being essentially contemporaneous, is always at the mercy of the Envious and the Ignorant. But Fame, whose very birth is posthumous, and which is only known to exist by the echo of its footsteps through congenial minds, can neither be increased nor diminished by any degree of wilfulness.
Fame invades your private life. It takes away from the time that you spend with friends, and the time that you can work. It tends to isolate you from the real world.
Fame is the perfume of heroic deeds.
The problem with fame is that you get frozen in one frame and nothing you can do can alter the nature.
Fame is like the dessert that comes with your achievements - it's not an achievement in itself, but sometimes it can overpower the work.
Since fame is an illusion and death is in our future all we have is the next moment before we are swallowed into oblivion.
Fame is a vapor, popularity is an accident, riches take wings, those who cheer today may curse tomorrow and only one thing endures - character.
Integrity of life is fame's best friend,
Which nobly, beyond death, shall crown the end.
Fame is like a big piece of meringue - it's beautiful, and you keep eating it, but it doesn't really fill you up.
So all the rest is O.K., but fame is a hollow ground, isn't it? It's an empty kind of thing.
Fame was initially this kind of blunt tool that was thrust into my hands very young.