Tevye: Traditions, traditions. Without our traditions, our lives would be as shaky as... as... as a fiddler on the roof!
Life is like a candle in the wind; like frost on the roof; like the wriggling of the fish in the pan.
You may laugh at a friend's roof; don't laugh at his sleeping accommodation.
If your roof is made of glass, don't throw stones at your neighbor's house.
Three things drive a man outdoors; smoke, a leaking roof and a scolding wife.
I was sitting on the roof, and she didn't see me. I sit on the roof a lot. People never think to look up.
Having a Republican candidate speak at the NAACP convention is like trying to build a house starting at the roof. If you don't have a foundation, the roof isn't going to stand.
[first lines] Tevye: A fiddler on the roof. Sounds crazy, no? But here, in our little village of Anatevka, you might say every one of us is a fiddler on the roof trying to scratch out a pleasant, simple tune without breaking his neck. It isn't easy. ...
I'm a kind of paranoiac in reverse. I suspect people of plotting to make me happy.
Brick Pollitt: What is the victory of a cat on a hot tin roof? Margaret "Maggie" Pollitt: Just staying on it I guess, long as she can.
I love people who play guitars on roofs!" said Rose, hopping along the pavement in one of her sudden happy moods. "Don't you?" "Never knew anyone else who did it!" "Don't you like Tom?" "Of course I do. But I don't know about all the other guitar-on-...
What is the victory of a cat on a hot tin roof?—I wish I knew... Just staying on it, I guess, as long as she can...
The trajectory started when I was on the roof of our house looking out at a swamp when I was 19. I had written for several years, starting at about 15, but that day on the roof I took my vows and acknowledged my calling.
Jesse James: Well, Charley, did you hurt your leg? Charley Ford: Yeah, I slipped... I slipped off the roof and I smacked down into a snow bank, like a ton of stupidness. One second I'm screamin', "Woah Nelly!", Next second, poof, I'm neck-deep in sno...
I say that the true artist-seer, the heavenly fool who can and does produce beauty, is mainly dazzled to death by his own scruples, the blinding shapes and colors of his own sacred human consciousness.
On Cary Grant and Rosalind Russell in : "These two simply one another more than either of them appreciates anyone else, and they would rather be appreciated by one another more than by anyone else. They just are with one another, whether or not they ...
The time to repair the roof is when the sun is shining.
People in New York love having roof parties.
The sky's the limit if you have a roof over your head.
We are a research center and treatment facility all under one roof.
[repeated line] Tevye: On the other hand...
