Quotes by Actresses - Page 28

When it’s quiet in my head like this, that’s when the voice doesn’t need to tell me how pathetic I am. I know it in the deepest part of me. When it’s quiet like this, that’s when I truly hate myself.
Portia de Rossi
She wasn't a cruel Bird. But her heart ached so badly for these sad, broken birds that, just as the Puppeteer had planned, she had begun to hate them. She hated them for making her feel so wretched, when she should be happiest. That happens sometimes.
Katherine Catmull
Think of that person you knew when you were a kid, who you always thought you could have loved completely and forever.Well, you could have. It’s the truth, and it’s the saddest and simplest thing. There isn’t just one person for each of us in the world. There aren’t many, but there are always a few people we could have made it with, that maybe we still want to make it with, that press themselves so close to our hearts they leave scars, and then slip through our fingers and disappear from our lives. And it doesn’t make a difference if you’re thirteen or ninety- eight because some things you feel are real, no matter when.
Abigail Tarttelin
We were a bit like bacon and eggs, where y'know, the chicken is involved, but the pig is really committed? I totally gave myself to it just as we promised, "for better or worse", and you didn't see it like that.
Dawn French
Two people occupying the same air. Nothing else in common. Just oxygen.
Dawn French
That long sigh again, above us. This time I saw it, moving through the branches. Like the trees were listening; like they would've been sad about us, sad for us, only they'd heard it all so many thousand times before.
Tana French
The lines of her face, turned up to the sky, would have broken your heart.
Tana French
That boy never seemed to smile and he wore long sleeves year-round, and I was not so different from him—we were both unable to get near the real life in life.
Catherine Lacey
My daddy has a chain five miles long, on each link a heart for a lover he has lost.
Dolly Parton
I take the words I can get and try to occupy them. Using the idea that my grandfather gave me — “If you say a word often enough it becomes you” — I borrow people for a moment, by borrowing their words. I borrow them for a moment to understand something about them, and to understand something about us. By “us,” I mean humans.
Anne Deavere Smith
Speaking calls for risk, speaking calls for a sense of what one has to lose. Not just what one has to gain.
Anne Deavere Smith
Yet from time to time we are betrayed by language, if not in the words themselves, in the rhythm with which we deliver our words. Over time, I would learn to listen for those wonderful moments when people spoke a kind of personal music, which left a rhythmic architecture of who they were. I would be much more interested in those rhythmic architectures than in the information they might or might not reveal.
Anne Deavere Smith
Some people use language as a mask. And some want to create designed language that appears to reveal them but does not.
Anne Deavere Smith
The creation of language is the creation of a fiction. The minute we speak we are in that fiction. It’s a fiction designed, we hope, to reveal a truth. There is no “pure” language. The only “pure language” is the initial sounds of a baby. All of us lose that purity, and as we get more “of” the world, we even lose sometimes the capacity to keep that breath moving in our language.
Anne Deavere Smith
We can learn a lot about a person in the very moment that language fails them. In the very moment that they have to be more creative than they would have imagined in order to communicate. It’s the very moment that they have to dig deeper than the surface to find words, and at the same time, it’s a moment when they want to communicate very badly. They’re digging deep and projecting out at the same time. […] The idea is that the psychology of people is going to live right inside those moments when their grammar falls apart and, like being in a shipwreck, they are on their own to make it all work out.
Anne Deavere Smith
Was it too much to expect the rest of the world to care about grammar or pay attention to details?
Tina Fey
...it always felt good to have that moment of resolve, like saying, "I'm gonna learn French!" It doesn't matter if you do it or not, deciding is the high, right?
Felicia Day
Difficult for actors to extemporise in nineteenth-century English. Except for Robert Hardy and Elizabeth Spriggs, who speak that way anyway.
Emma Thompson
I think we can learn a lot about a person in the very moment that language fails them. In the very moment they they have to be more creative than they would have imagined in order to communicate. It's the very moment that they have to dig deeper than the surface to find words, and at the same time, it's a moment when they want to communicate very badly. They're digging deep and projecting out at the same time.
Anna Deavere Smith
So yes, I say things I regret constantly, and I just can't help it.
Kathy Griffin
Life truly is precious. Gather every moment of it into your arms & embrace it.
Paula Abdul
A sense of freedom is something that, happily, comes with age and life experience.
Diane Keaton
In the morning stillness, when the world is just waking up and your conscious mind hasn't fully taken over, you may feel a connection or passageway to another world, and a feeling that something is about to happen in yours. It's like a quiet storm is coming. You can feel the distant rumble of thunder on the horizon, yet you have no idea of the deluge your life is about to experience.
Padma Lakshmi
About your easy heads my prayersI said with syllables of clay.What gift, I asked, shall I bring nowBefore I weep and walk away?Take, they replied, the oak and laurel.Take our fortune of tears and liveLike a spendthrift lover. All we askIs the one gift you cannot give.
Tana French
Home at six AM.Is it still a walk of shame?I was shooting porn.
Asa Akira
Any day of the week I would choose to be "out" with others and in touch with myself... then to be "in" with others and out of touch with myself.
Portia Nelson
We kept our heads down and did our jobs. We controlled the only thing we could, which was the show. We did the thing. Because remember, the talking about the thing isn't the thing. The doing of the thing is the thing.
Amy Poehler
If I Ain't Got You"Some people live for the fortuneSome people live just for the fameSome people live for the powerSome people live just to play the gameSome people think that the physical thingsDefine what's withinAnd I've been there beforeBut that life's a boreSo full of the superficial[Chorus:]Some people want it allBut I don't want nothing at allIf it ain't you, babyIf I ain't got you, babySome people want diamond ringsSome just want everythingBut everything means nothingIf I ain't got youSome people search for a fountainThat promises "forever young"Some people need three dozen rosesAnd that's the only way to prove you love themHand me the world on a silver platterAnd what good would it be?With no one to shareWith no one who truly cares for me[Chorus:]If I ain't got you with me, babySo nothing in this whole wide world don't mean a thingIf I ain't got you with me, baby
Alicia Keys
Horror. I can't manage it. I become--well--horrified. Self-help books have a similar effect. When asked, "Any literary genre you simply can't be bothered with?" - (By the Book: Writers on Literature and the Literary Life from the NYT Book Review, by Pamela Paul)
Emma Thompson
My family stood right in front of me, talking and smiling. I felt like I was viewing one of those cheesy ad shots for camera companies. The ones I looked at and thought, fake, because no one's family ever looked that happy. Yet, the perfect family moment bloomed right before my eyes, and I wasn't a part of it.
Elizabeth Morgan
I stumbled away. I pressed the back of my hand to my mouth and just looked athim. "What was that?"His chest rose and fell heavily. "A kiss.""Why?""Why?" He laughed. His blue eyes suddenly looked so sad. "Because I've wanted to do that for twenty years.
Elizabeth Morgan
At the beginning of our relationship, my heart pounded so loudly whenever Istood near him. He had an effect on me that no aspiring vicar should have on a young woman.
Elizabeth Morgan
This had to be Hell.Well, myHell, and funnily enough, my Hell was in a church, surrounded by people I—either door did—love.
Elizabeth Morgan
The nearest arched window poured its soft light over him, allowing me to seeevery inch. Dressed smartly in black loafers and slacks, he wore a thigh-length, blackcoat. He'd brushed his golden hair back, tucked behind his ears, and his cheeks lookedflushed, no doubt due to the bitter, evening air.He looks like an angel in the winter snow. The thought made me growl in irritation."Hello, Magpie."I couldn't move. "Adrian.
Elizabeth Morgan
Arms still crossed, Lindsay's clogs tapped on the sidewalk. “So Sam didn’t tell you I was a desperate orphan child with no life outside of work? This isn’t some kind of intervention, some lame attempt to cheer me up?” tHe grinned.“Why would she do that?”t“Because that’s how it sounded.” tNudging her shoulder, he grinning down at her. “You don’t look desperate, Dr. Lindsay, not by a long shot. t“That’s because you don’t know me.” Lindsay bit her lower lip, arms still crossed, clogs still tap-tap-tapping. Her chest heaved. “My parent’s died in a car accident almost two years ago. It’s a difficult thing to get over. I’m still not exactly right. I guess she worries about me.” tTy sucked in his breath, thinking fast. “I’m really sorry about your parents, Linds.” tAs he put an arm around her shoulder, she broke into a self-conscious smile, and shook her head. “Spend any time with me at all and you’ll find that Sam’s right. I’m a desperate orphan child, completely paranoid and irrepressibly horny.” t “Whoa!” She looked so cute, but vulnerable, too, against him. He closed the arm around her shoulder, squeezing her sideways to his chest. Embarrassed, she smiled as she elbowed his rib. Then she dropped her arms and stayed put, tucked close against him. It felt right, having her there.
Lilly Christine
My happy place, huh? Well, yeah, I guess that's what music is for me.
Rachel Harris
Great. So basically you're saying your entire family is trained to kick my ass if I step out of line."Sherry tapped his chest with a smirk she didn't quite feel. "AND don't you forget it.""Well, except for me," Colby replied. "I leave the fighting to my man. I'd just slip something in your food.
Rachel Harris
The low E is at the top, the second string is A, then it's D, G, B, and the last one is high E." A mnemonic device he once heard came to mind and, plucking the strings, he said, "Eddie Ate Dynamite... Good Bye Eddie,.
Rachel Harris
You know, the heroes in my romance novels always say that. Scout's honor. But they all later admit to never being a Boy Scout.
Rachel Harris
Staring into his eyes, she noticed a thin circle of gray around the green. A SILVER LINING, she thought.
Rachel Harris
What a good morning it was. Tyler stood before her, six-plus feet of denim-clad hotness. A woodsy scent wafted toward her, and she inhaled deeply, loving the smell of his cologne. The man was gorgeous, and he was hers for the next twenty-four hours.
Rachel Harris
With chemistry like theirs, this was the perfect setup for a fling...and Sherry wanted to go out on a high note."BRING ON THE ROADIE!
Rachel Harris
Tyler, I'd marry you again in a heartbeat. You are my fairy tale.
Rachel Harris
Her wide, gorgeous smile was the culprit. It was pure magic. Neighbors lined the parking lot, eager to empty their pockets, all so she'd shine that beam on them.
Rachel Harris
My flight arrives at eight in the morning," he mentioned casually. "Any chance you can come and get me?"..."Pick you up from the airport? That seems hardcore, Ty. Normally, I'm married to a guy for at least a couple weeks before I take that big a step.
Rachel Harris
Her pulse pounded in her ears. She didn't need to turn around to know he was standing behind her. Most likely with a smirk at catching her impromptu belly dance.
Rachel Harris
Elvis is sweet, but I prefer sleeping with you.
Rachel Harris
That girl's heart is bigger than Texas." Her eyes narrowed. "And it's as tender as a baby's butt. You take care with it, you hear?
Rachel Harris
Music may be his passion -- but this, right here, was his dream.
Rachel Harris
I love you, music man. You are my happily ever after.
Rachel Harris
All I need is you.
Rachel Harris
You have no idea how much I want you.
Rachel Harris
Baby girl, you destroy me," he whispered against her lips. "You have to tell me if you don't want this because I'm holding on by a thread."t"Then let go," she whispered in reply.
Rachel Harris
There comes a time in every man's life when he reaches a crossroads. A chance to choose between two paths. One is unknown, filled with potential and struggles that demand growth and change, but could lead to new beginnings. The other is familiar, grooved with well-worn ruts and established twists, muddy holes and isolation. The path that, while lonely, fits like a glove.tWhere words had failed him, his actions wouldn't. They'd speak loud and clear, showing her regardless of what he'd said, or how they'd started and ended, this was real. Their connection wasn't manufactured or fake. It was the truest thing he'd ever known.
Rachel Harris
Charles Tucker had starred in Ella's dreams ever since she was fourteen.
Rachel Harris
Little Bit.tThe loathsome nickname proved just how hopeless her situation had been, how pathetic, but neither the name nor the glaring age difference had deterred her heart, because with one playful wink and one slow smile, young Arabella had been a goner.tSadly, twenty-two-year-old Ella wasn't that much better.
Rachel Harris
A toast," she declared. "To an incredible summer kicking butt and chasing dreams.
Rachel Harris
She simply wanted one night to live out her fantasy. For as long as she could remember, Charlie Tucker had been the guy, and tonight, all she wanted was for him to see her as more than just a little kid. To actually see her as someone desirable.tTo simple see... her.
Rachel Harris
Bass players have bigger instruments." Charlie's slow grin curled her toes and he added, "We also do it deeper.
Rachel Harris
You have always been home for me, and nothing has been the same without you...
Elizabeth Morgan