If she was "never that great as an actress" sir, how do you explain the fact that she was in 50 films and won 2 academy awards. You must have crawled out on the wrong side of the crib this AM.
it's sad. she's sweet. I don't think she was any good in the role of Amy in one version of "LITTLE WOMEN". But over all she is a lovely woman, and I wish her well.
"Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night," by Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on that sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Who cares? She is just famous for being famous. Never was that great of an actress.
If she was "never that great as an actress" sir, how do you explain the fact that she was in 50 films and won 2 academy awards. You must have crawled out on the wrong side of the crib this AM.
I wish her well, I had CHF at 39 and believe me it is no fun.
it's sad. she's sweet. I don't think she was any good in the role of Amy in one version of "LITTLE WOMEN". But over all she is a lovely woman, and I wish her well.
"Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night," by Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.