#pressing

I then realized that I could never be satisfied again with the mere natural charm of my voice, that I had to constantly paint when singing, melting all the colors, expressing reds and blacks that had to be less primary but bursting with subtly colored combinations. ↗

— Placido Domingo

#blacks #bursting #charm #colored #colors

My room was a real way of expressing myself. It was like a little nest that I could settle into. ↗

— Chloe Sevigny

#expressing #i #into #like #little

It was like this blackness that crept into the corners of my life until everything was grey and dirty. My insides felt burnt out, like if you cut me open, all you would find would be smoke. No heart. No bones. There was nothing left, just the anger. It followed me everywhere. It sat on my bed and watched me sleep and when I had to eat, it looked at me across the table. ↗

— Tanya Byrne

#life #mystery-suspense #sad #anger

And will 'a not come again? And will 'a not come again? No, no, he is dead, Go to thy death bed: He will never come again. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#depressing #death

In fact I thought life was pretty much a losing proposition, and I didn't mind saying so. ↗

— Richard Hell

#life #truth #dreams

Now the standard cure for one who is sunk is to consider those in actual destitution or physical suffering—this is an all-weather beatitude for gloom in general and fairly salutary day-time advice for everyone. But at three o’clock in the morning, a forgotten package has the same tragic importance as a death sentence, and the cure doesn’t work—and in a real dark night of the soul it is always three o’clock in the morning, day after day. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#death

We all have a right to know, and if the government has been suppressing information about other life forms, that's the cruelest hoax of all. ↗

— Dwight Schultz

#been #cruelest #forms #government #hoax

Because whipping an atlas at Jackson's head while he was flirt-touching that Frankie girl in geography would have been very satisfying. And beating him with the Eiffel Tower snowglobe while he kissed Cleo in French would have been tres cathartic. But she hadn't. Instead she'd been egg-like: a hard shell on the outside, and a runny mess on the inside. ↗

— Lisi Harrison

#crush #jealousy #repressing-emotions #school #jealousy

Expressing emotion is not so easy. He has to remind himself that English is not her first language. Expressing emotion can be difficult even when the words are familiar.  ↗

— Elise Valmorbida

#language-understanding #love

I had to get used to wearing a mask and wearing a prosthetic and performing with those things while singing and expressing myself through stylized movement, while keeping it as human as possible so the audience could be closer to the horror of the Phantom. ↗

— Gerard Butler

#closer #could #expressing #get #had