I feel like I have the greatest life an artist could dream of.
I feel like my life is pretty special.
Well, honestly I feel like an ordinary woman.
I feel like directing is an innate talent.
I feel like a cliche.
Sometimes I feel like putting on a blazer with just a T-shirt.
I feel like I've been marinated in Australian theatre.
I feel like a lot of directing is casting.
Being talked about like a package - I feel like that all the time.
I feel like fame is wasted on me.
I feel like songwriting is an experiment in empathy.
I feel like I want to be known first and foremost for my work.
After he finished he said: If there is anything for you to learn, it's only that you should not be ashamed. Don't be ashamed to be a person with feelings. No matter what it is, feel it tenderly and deeply. Feel it more tenderly, feel it more deeply. ...
I feel like I've grown and become a more consummate performer. I feel like I've chiseled out a more distinctive niche.
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There's a lot for you to live for. Good things are definitely in your future, Leonard. I'm sure of it. You have no idea how many interesting people you'll meet after high school's over. Your life partner, your best friend, the most wonderful person y...
The way Mom saw it, women should let menfolk do the work because it made them feel more manly. That notion only made sense if you had a strong man willing to step up and get things done, and between Dad's gimp, Buster's elaborate excuses, and Apache'...
But in this case,” he continues, tracing the line of the plasterwork with one finger, “I feel that there is one cliché that sums up my position so admirably that it would be pure egotism to attempt a more interesting periphrasis. Plain speaking...
For so long, it was just my secret. It burned inside me, and I felt like I was carrying something important, something that made me who I was and made me different from everybody else. I took it with me everywhere, and there was never a moment when I...
Chamara. What is the word that comes closest to it? Soo-Ja wondered. To stand it, to bear it, to grit your teeth and not cry out? To hold on, to wait until the worst is over? There is no other word for it, no way to translate it. It is not a word. It...
A strong, vague persuasion that it was better to go forward than backward, and that I could go forward— that a way, however narrow and difficult, would in time open— predominated over other feelings: its influence hushed them so far, that at last...
