Quotes on Fame

The fame you earn has a different taste from the fame that is forced upon you

Fame sweeps you away. I had to go home every six months to remember who I am.

Fame comes and goes. Longevity is the thing to aim for.

Tis sometimes the height of wisdom to feign stupidity.

Lighter is the wound foreseen.

Patience is the greatest of all virtues.

For although we know that the years pass, that youth gives way to old age, that fortunes and thrones crumble (even the most solid among them) and that fame is transitory, the manner in which—by means of a sort of snapshot—we take cognisance of this moving universe whirled along by Time, has the contrary effect of immobilising it.

Fate is being kind to me. Fate doesn't want me to be too famous too young.

He who pursues fame at the risk of losing his self is not a scholar.

The temple of fame stands upon the grave: the flame that burns upon its altars is kindled from the ashes of great men.

The fame thing is interesting because I never wanted to be famous, and I never dreamt I would be famous.

I have a definition of success. For me it's very simple. It's not about wealth and fame and power. It's about how many shining eyes I have around me.

Humility must always be the portion of any man who receives acclaim earned in the blood of his followers and the sacrifices of his friends.

In a time of social fragmentation, vulgarity becomes a way of life. To be shocking becomes more important - and often more profitable - than to be civil or creative or truly original.

When I was going for my graduate degree, I decided I was going to make a feature film as my thesis. That's what I was famous for-that I had my thesis film be a feature film, which was 'You're a Big Boy Now.'

How many emperors and how many princes have lived and died and no record of them remains, and they only sought to gain dominions and riches in order that their fame might be ever-lasting.

No cause more frequently produces bashfulness than too high an opinion of our own importance. He that imagines an assembly filled with his merit, panting with expectation, and hushed with attention, easily terrifies himself with the dread of disappointing them, and strains his imagination in pursuit of something that may vindicate the veracity of fame, and show that his reputation was not gained by chance.

A few can touch the magic string, and noisy fame is proud to win them: Alas for those that never sing, but die with all their music in them!

I would give all of my fame for a pot of ale and safety.

Folly loves the martyrdom of fame.

Walter Scott has no business to write novels, especially good ones. It is not fair. He has fame and profit enough as a poet, and should not be taking the bread out of the mouths of other people.