#pressing

I have no desire to prove anything by dancing. I have never used it as an outlet or a means of expressing myself. I just dance. I just put my feet in the air and move them around. ↗

— Fred Astaire

#anything #around #dance #dancing #desire

The decline of the aperitif may well be one of the most depressing phenomena of our time. ↗

— Luis Bunuel

#depressing #may #most #our #our time

If you write satire, the guilty pleasure these days is that there's just so much material about. On the other hand, if you have a family it can be depressing. ↗

— Carl Hiaasen

#days #depressing #family #guilty #guilty pleasure

Here in the big city people spend their time thinking about work and about money; they don't give some value to friendships and it can be depressing. ↗

— Adriana Lima

#big #big city #city #city people #depressing

Right now, computers, which are supposed to be our servant, are oppressing us. ↗

— Jef Raskin

#now #oppressing #our #right #servant

I think my playing has been orchestral throughout the years, and this is another way of expressing that. But I primarily see it as the ultimate accomplishment of a musician. Composing makes me feel like I've finally gotten all the way up the ladder as a musician. ↗

— Tony Williams

#another #another way #been #composing #expressing

He ran his fingers over the moist ends of her hair and across her face. Her eyes were wet. Jesus Christ. How many nights had he heard Lily crying. As some parents sleep through fire, thunderstorms, and voices at the back door only to wake at a child’s whisper, so Everett heard Lily crying at night. Her muffled sobs seemed to have broken his dreams for years. He had heard her even at Fort Lewis, even in Georgia, finally at Bliss. That was Lily crying in the wings whenever the priest came to tear up his mother’s grave. Lily cried in the twilight field where he picked wild poppies with Martha; Lily’s was the cry he heard those nights the kiln burned, the levee broke, the ranch went to nothing. ↗

— Joan Didion

#relationships #dreams

She had loved him for such a long time, she thought. How was it that she did now know him at all? ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#heartbreak #jealousy #love #sadness #wonder

Few people are capable of expressing with equanimity opinions which differ from the prejudices of their social enviroment. Most people are incapable of forming such opinions." (Essay to Leo Baeck, 1953) ↗

— Albert Einstein

#dissent #equanimity #expressing #knowledge #opinions

She can paint a pretty picture but this story has a twist. The paintbrush is a razor and the canvas is her wrist. ↗

— Amy Efaw

#emo #painting