Certain shades of limelight wreck a girl's complexion.
and when they pulled her from the wreck, you know, she still had on her shades
I played volleyball in college. I was the girl next door, never wanted to be in the limelight.
All unwillingly I opened my eyes - then I opened them wider, and lifted my head. The heat, my weariness, were quite forgotten. Piercing the shadows of the naked stage was a single shaft of rosy limelight, and in the centre of this there was a girl: the most marvellous girl - I knew it at once! - that I had ever seen.
I have a certain amount of difficulty dealing with too much limelight.
I turn my girl on like fifty shades of grey.
Beauty is not just a white girl. It's so many different flavors and shades.
Usually if I wreck someone, it's on purpose - because I don't wreck a lot of people.
Mind you, the limelight exists anywhere in the world. When you're not in the U.K., it can be as active somewhere else in the world, and for me, that's more or less been the case, so I never dropped out of the limelight in that sense.
I make conscious decisions to stay out of the limelight. Without my make-up I'm pretty much the girl next door.
Don’t wreck my reputation / Let me wreck my own
I'm not personally obsessed with death. At a certain age, the light that you live in is inhabited by the shades - it 'tis.
Aging gracefully is supposed to mean trying not to hide time passing and just looking a wreck. Don't worry girls, look like a wreck, that's the way it goes.
Girl, you better check yourself before you wreck yourself!
I'm not here to propel myself into the limelight. I'm here to win a football game. If I am propelled into the limelight, I want it to be because of what I do on the football field, not because of some grand marketing strategy.
I am unknown because I've avoided the limelight so that I could serve. In the case of Donald Trump, he has avoided service so that he could seek the limelight.