Beifall / Applause Draußen / Outside Ein weiterer / Another Glück / Happiness Halten / Keeping Person Sucht / Seeks Wer / Who
Only through art can we emerge from ourselves and know what another person sees.
Hope is itself a species of happiness, and, perhaps, the chief happiness, which this world affords.
I've gotten to a point, where I realize that happiness doesn't come from the outside.
We live in an ascending scale when we live happily, one thing leading to another in an endless series.
As an outsider in America, you do see the kind of hypocrisy that's rampant there.
To see the ball, to run after it, makes me the happiest man in the world.
One person's roar is another's whine, just as one person's music is another's unendurable noise.
Obviously, no LGBT person should be denied the ability to be who they are because their boss disagrees.
You fall in love with someone, you don't know this person yet, and you get to know this person. That's what happens when I fall in love with a character, and I want to be this person.
