You have to be sincere in your feelings. And fear is one of those, sometimes; doubt is one of those; jealousy, anger - all your emotions are not going to be considered the strong emotions; all of them are not going to be love, happiness, joy.
Dancing was my sport when I was younger. So I chose that over everything. And then, I just had to keep going because it became a competitive thing. But I'm not trying to impress anyone anymore. Dancing is more like my art, now.
Sometimes being a friend means mastering the art of timing. There is a time for silence. A time to let go and allow people to hurl themselves into their own destiny. And a time to prepare to pick up the pieces when it's all over.
I guess I'm part of the art house, but we really have to shake up our ideas, because we're kind of self-parodying ourselves. We go places commercial cinema doesn't go, but sometimes it's to our own detriment.
Art is a thing where, the least likely thing that you think is going to be art, is precisely the thing that is going to be art. And I would even hold that true to a reality television show... maybe the entire overarching process of the show actually ...
I have slightly less than 60 miles to go, and I’m going slightly faster than 60 miles per hour. I should arrive in a bad mood.
This is a story about survival. Letting go and learning to let in. Getting along and moving on. The truth about life. The things left unsaid...
No! I need to go home," I say, but then the realization comes: My mother was my home. My mother is dead.
Twenty to life, she got, with time off for good behavior. You come around next spring. I'll introduce you.
...I have to go home and get a few things done. If I don’t get out the Pledge soon, the dust bunnies are going to be leaving tracks on my furniture...
I was going to school thinking I was going to do something entirely different, thought acting was just a hobby at that point, met Stanley Kubrick and was like, 'Whoa, this can be an art form, and you can really move people the way you do simply by ac...
I sell sex by the coffee cup. I don’t go by small, medium, or large, I go by deep, deeper, and deepest.
I cry and wonder how I'm going to fall asleep because sleeping means waking and going through all this again
I saw this beautiful girl the other day. She had an ass behind her that seemed to go on for days. In fact, I’m still going on about her.
You can think whatever you want, do whatever you want. I'm going to just go on loving you, even if it's hopeless.
You cannot trust yourself,’ she agreed, bed-rock calm. ‘Therefore, let go. Seize life and place trust in me.
Despite her words about letting go, melancholy washed over her. Because words are easy and often thrown around with trite intentions.
Let go of your past, and look to Mine, where I died for you. Yield to Me, and I will make you a true Knight of the Prince.
I'm afraid my voice is going to break. I am afraid she is going to hear how much this hurts.
We can become fearless as we let go off our grasp on the fear of failure, because failure too is a perception rather than a reality.
Those who suffer suffer because hurt people hurt people, and busy people let it happen. So am I going to be busy or am I going to be brave?
