#pressing

I think that all the anger and cynicism comes from suppressing things that we always wanted. ↗

— John Lee Hancock

#anger #comes #cynicism #i #i think

I like both music and acting, and they both have a lot in common - timing, immediacy, stuff like that. But acting is more regimented. You wait around for hours, you don't get to write the script, you get hired. Music represents me better. I'm not acting; I'm just expressing myself. ↗

— Lukas Haas

#around #better #both #common #expressing

I think the good old British democracy should keep scrutinising and pressing to get the truth out. ↗

— Clare Short

#democracy #get #good #i #i think

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

A voice expressing emotion in a musical way moves on. It's like the finale of the movie 2001: A Space Odyssey (1968) - the world turns in on itself, as a universe unto itself, in the shape of one human being. ↗

— Dwight Yoakam

#emotion #expressing #finale #human #human being

We must relentlessly and unyieldingly protect freedom of speech and peaceful assembly. ↗

— Bryant McGill

#freedom-of-speech #peace #freedom

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

I felt shame - I see this clearly, now - at the instinctive recognition in myself of an awful enfeebling fatalism, a sense that the great outcomes were but randomly connected to our endeavors, that life was beyond mending, that love was loss, that nothing worth saying was sayable, that dullness was general, that disintegration was irresistible. ↗

— Joseph O'Neill

#true #life

Although sex was something they both regarded as perilous, marriage had, by contrast, seemed safe– a safe house in a world of danger; the ultimate haven of two solitary, fearful souls. When you were single, this was what everyone who was already married was always telling you. Daniel himself had said it to his unmarried friends. It was, however, a lie. Sex had everything to do with violence, that was true, and marriage was at once a container for the madness between men and women and a fragile hedge against it, as religion was to death, and the laws of physics to the immense quantity of utter emptiness of which the universe was made. But there was nothing at all safe about marriage. It was a doubtful enterprise, a voyage in an untested craft, across a hostile ocean, with a map that was a forgery and with no particular destination but the grave. ↗

— Michael Chabon

#love #marriage #sex #death

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