Best 142 quotes in «clown quotes» category

Sometimes, I get in a mindset where I don't like my own music. I hate yourself and my music because I'm doing it every day. I feel like a clown.

Statesmen are grocers, ambitious clowns.

The hardest thing for me is not to keep laughing. Jennifer particularly is like a clown.

Strip those clowns down to nudity, shove the chrome where they doo doo be.

There is no question that [Dan] Quayle is an uneducated idiot. But someone, somewhere cleverly realized that the best diversion from Bush is to put on a clown show.

The idea of vaudeville clowns and court jesters is always to show the flaw, to point out what's not working and why it's not coherent.

There are a lots of clowns in our family - our house is a fun house.

There's nothing like a clown with a boner to remind you that you're having a nightmare.

The stand up, everything was accidental. I never grew up and was the class clown and had to get the attention. It was - it really is, I have a career despite myself.

The usual rejoinder to someone who says 'They laughed at Columbus, they laughed at Galileo' is to say 'But they also laughed at Bozo the Clown'.

The writer's job is the job of a clown …the clown who also talks about sorrow.

They think I'm being serious when actually I'm a very big clown. But you have to know me to see that. I'm constantly cracking up and cracking everybody else around me up.

Though the clown is often deadpan, he is a connoisseur of laughter.

Titian, Rembrandt and Goya were the great painters. I am only a public clown.

Trump has officially changed his name to Ronald because he's such a clown, and in sympathy his toupée is changing its name to Bozo.

The whole romanticized sad clown thing, we have to get rid of that. That has to go. That's just getting sick people to voluntarily stay sicker and sadder than they have to be.

Uncertain whose the narrowest span,--the clown unread, or half-read gentleman.

Vulgarity is a necessary part of a complete author's equipment; and the clown is sometimes the best part of the circus.

We are the zanies of sorrow. We are clowns whose hearts are broken.

Well, the clown suit is a riot, too.

When fighting clowns, always go for the juggler.

When I did the video for "Piledriver Waltz," I was thinking about rodeo clowns, and how they're risking their lives just to keep an entire arena laughing. They're in danger!

When the heroes go off the stage, the clowns come on.

What passed for society was a loud, giddy whirl of thieves and pretentious hustlers, a dull sideshow full of quacks and clowns and philistines with gimp mentalities.

Writers are a little below clowns and a little above trained seals.

Truth be told, when you start your career out as a clown, you don't consider yourself a writer.

You have to be kind of alerted to the fact that clowns are scary and then you can't look at them the same way again. There's something very sinister about them... There's something very tragic about them as well. The last thing they are is funny.

You never really meet a human being until you live with them or know them for awhile, so this is my clown and they understand that and so these interviews don't bother them.

A clown makes you laugh it doesn't mean he knows how to perform a surgery.

A red nose is the clown's mask and my moustache is mine.

Be careful with the mask. You may get used to it.

When you write, you can hide behind your words. When you talk, you are up front, like the clown in the midway booth; and passersby can bean you with a ball.

Be a clown, be a clown All the world loves a clown Show ‘em tricks, tell ‘em jokes And you’ll only stop with top folks.

Captain Tervitt had been a real captain, for many years, on the lake boats. Now he had a job as a special constable. He stopped the cars to let the children cross the street in front of the school and kept them from sledding down the side street in winter. He blew his whistle and held up one big hand, which looked like a clown's hand, in a white glove. He was still tall and straight and broad-shouldered, though old and white-haired. Cars would do what he said, and the children, too.

Christmas was almost four months in the rearview mirror, and there was something awful about Christmas music when it was nearly summer. It was like a clown in the rain, with his makeup running.

Don’t try to make everyone happy; you can’t. The only ones who try are clowns.

Dalí is one marvellous painter, but in living times he's one marvellous clown —more interesting for everybody.

Despair is the constant companion of the clown.

Hey. You know what the shark said to the clown?” “No.” “You taste funny.

God is just one more Clown In this Circus of mine (from song "no tunnel too dark")

Good madonna, give me leave to prove you a fool.

You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns when they all did tricks for you.

He thought he saw some horses, too, and a clown, but it was the faces of all those dead raptors that really bothered him. And maybe that clown a little bit.

If a media is not criticizing the government, then that media is not a media but just a clown of the government!

If heaven was created only for the most stupid clown, then Mr Bean could have been the only righteous man on earth.

Io sono un mimo, Zarmo, mi assumo il rischio. Tutti noi rischiamo in prima persona, nei nostri numeri. I trapezisti, gli acrobati, i domatori rischiano la loro vita. Noi rischiamo di fallire: di non far ridere o sorprendere o divertire il nostro pubblico. Può venirci un infarto sulla scena, per la paura, ci possiamo dimenticare quello che dobbiamo fare. Ma la nostra emozione è la stessa di chi assiste allo spettacolo. Respiriamo tutti la stessa vita, nello stesso momento.

I PAINT MY FACE. By Omrane Khuder. Mirror, distorted; I sit, paint my Face, Toxic white Make-up buries my Scars, My Eyes tell lies; Dumbfounded Confidence hides the Disgrace. Place the tragic Vehicle called My Life in to Drive, Sad pathetic Clown; Late for the suppression show, Despair another time; Let the chuckles and defeat derive. I paint my Heart; I hide my True. I paint my Soul; I keep it from You. I paint, I cannot accept; To ignore you the way you ignore Me? I paint my scarred and pitiful Face; No Will left to restore Me. I paint my Face; it’s all I know to do. My painted Face shatters the Mirror, yet still all I see is You.

Nay, 'twill be this hour ere I have done weeping. All the kind of the Launces have this very fault. I have received my proportion, like the prodigious son, and am going with Sir Proteus to the Imperial's court. I think Crab, my dog, be the sourest-natured dog that lives. My mother weeping, my father wailing, my sister crying, our maid howling, our cat wringing her hands, and all our house in a great perplexity, yet did not this cruel-hearted cur shed one tear. He is a stone, a very pebble stone, and has no more pity in him than a dog. A Jew would have wept to have seen our parting. Why, my grandam, having no eyes, look you, wept herself blind at my parting. Nay, I'll show you the manner of it. This shoe is my father. No, this left shoe is my father. No, no, this left shoe is my mother. Nay, that cannot be so neither. Yes, it is so, it is so -- it hath the worser sole. This shoe with the hole in it is my mother, and this my father. A vengeance on't! There 'tis. Now, sir, this staff is my sister, for, look you, she is as white as a lily and as small as a wand. This hat is Nan, our maid. I am the dog. No, the dog is himself, and I am the dog -- O, the dog is me, and I am myself. Ay, so, so. Now come I to my father: 'Father, your blessing.' Now should not the shoe speak a word for weeping. Now should I kiss my father -- well, he weeps on. Now come I to my mother. O, that she could speak now like a wood woman! Well, I kiss her -- why, there 'tis: here's my mother's breath up and down. Now come I to my sister; mark the moan she makes. Now the dog all this while sheds not a tear nor speaks a word!

My circus train pulls through the night Full of lions and trapeze artists I'm done with elephants and clowns I want to run away and join the office

My parents must have seen something in me that I missed. My teachers insisted that I didn’t apply myself… I know that I didn’t like doing the additional homework my parents gave me, so instead of being a scholar I became the class clown. Ouch! My grades, although passing, didn’t come near reflecting my potential. It was suggested that I was a bright child who just didn’t apply himself. Most of the time I received only “C” grades, although they should have been at least “B+” and perhaps by showing just a bit more effort I could have been an “A” student or better. Lazy, was the term they used, and for this reason they gave me lower grades. But nothing fazed me as long as I passed and was promoted with my class. Punishing me also didn’t work, and boxing my ears only made me more rebellious. It must have seemed futile to my parents, but they continued doing what they thought was right. Being defiant, I insisted that if they didn’t give me so much additional work, I would have more time for what was assigned. However, that was not to be.