#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

This is not to say that the Scots are not fine people, but they were all sort of... well, my grandfather was a minister and sort of Protestant, and this was rather depressing to me. ↗

— Alan Hovhaness

#fine #grandfather #me #minister #people

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

Obeying instructions I should never dare to disregard, expressing, also, my own firm conviction, I rise in behalf of the State of New York to propose a nomination with which the country and the Republican party can grandly win. ↗

— Roscoe Conkling

#behalf #conviction #country #dare #disregard

If someone is expressing everything I am feeling at the moment, it's probably Jon Stewart. I hear him and think, Yeah! ↗

— Sandy Duncan

#everything #expressing #feeling #hear #him

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

I am glad to have this opportunity of expressing my high appreciation of the honour extended to me many years ago by the Royal Swedish Academy of Science by enrolling me amongst its members. ↗

— Guglielmo Marconi

#ago #am #amongst #appreciation #enrolling

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

I no longer pursue happiness, for it alludes me in every occasion. It is as if I'm trying to find something that is invisible, and sometimes I can't help to wonder if I'm the only one who it is oblivious to ↗

— Dave Guerrero

#depressing #life #sad #true #life