Quote by Rene Russo
Every day, every birthday candle I blow out, every penny I throw o

Every day, every birthday candle I blow out, every penny I throw over my shoulder in a wishing well, every time my daughter says, Lets make a wish on a star, theres one thing I wish for: wisdom. – Rene Russo

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I have nothing against younger women and older men on screen. What is sad is that so many women over 40 who have so much to give arent being considered to play opposite men their own age or younger. – Rene Russo

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We advance in years somewhat in the manner of an invading army in a barren land; the age that we have reached, as the saying goes, we but hold with an outpost, and still keep open communications with the extreme rear and first beginnings of the march. – Robert Louis Stevenson, “Virginibus Puerisque II,” Virginibus Puerisque, 1881

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When I was in elementary school, I used to write letters to myself. Id write letters and go Dear Kristen-at-16-years-old, happy birthday. I hope youre doing something. – Kristin Kreuk

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I want a chainsaw very badly, because I think cutting down a tree would be unbelievably satisfying. I have asked for a chainsaw for my birthday, but I think Ill probably be given jewelry instead. – Susan Orlean

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When I was little I thought, isnt it nice that everybody celebrates on my birthday? Because its July 4th. – Gloria Stuart

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