Edward,' she mumbled softly. She was dreaming of me. Could a dead, frozen heart beat again? It felt like mine was about to. 'Stay,' she sighed. 'Don't go. Please. . . don't go
I lived in Hollywood long enough to learn to play tennis and become a star, but I never felt it was my home.
Justin [Di Cioccio] was [at Laguardia School of Arts]. He later took over at Manhattan. But I knew Justin through the McDonald's band, which at the time I was finishing high school and starting college, I got involved with. I was not that heavily involved with the school at MSM my first year there. I took a semester off to start my 2nd year. Took classes I felt like taking during my third semester, but by the start of my third year, September of '86, they began the undergraduate jazz program and I joined that program.
One of the primary motivations for the series is that I never really felt that I was a person who could explain verbally what I thought all that well.
In my paper the fact the XY was not equal to YX was very disagreeable to me. I felt this was the only point of difficulty in the whole scheme. . . and I was not able to solve it.
It wasn't until Duotones that I felt my true voice come out.
On a fair prospect some have looked, And felt, as I have heard them say, As if the moving time had been A thing as steadfast as the scene On which they gazed themselves away.
If I felt like a fish out of water in my family, I felt like a fish on Mars in Adam’s circle.
Times of my life, brief periods without music, have completely felt dangerously over the edge.
I think I finally chose the graduate degree in engineering primarily because it only took one year and law school took three years, and I felt the pressure of being a little behind - although I was just 22.
Janie looked down on him and felt a self-crushing love. So her soul crawled out from its hiding place.
Michael, from Six Dance Lessons he was somebody who had a lot of self-loathing; being a gay man who lost his family and felt ostracized. It was an interesting character to play. He was so bitter and jaded about life. Even though I'm not like that personally, everybody has a side of themselves that tends to look at the negative side of things. He was an interesting character to play.
Adrian suddenly glanced up at me. Our gazes locked, and I felt like he could read my mind. How often did he think about that kiss? And if he really was crazy about me, did he imagine more than just kissing? Did he fantasize about me? What kinds of things did he think about? His lips on my neck? His hand on my leg? And was that leg bare. . . ?
Valentine's Day is devoted to love. Why don't we have a day devoted to hatred? The raw, visceral hatred that is felt every hour of the day by ordinary people, but is repressed for reasons of social order. I think it would be very cathartic, and it would certainly make for an exciting six o'clock news.
Nothing can help me but that beauty. There was a dawn I remember when my soul heard something from your soul. I drank water from your spring and felt the current take me.
I think that "Gilmore Girls" did so many things well, and it was a very feminist show in a time when that wasn't really being portrayed at all. The show made it cool to be a smart girl. That certainly wasn't happening at the time - you were surrounded by beauty shows and teen soap operas. "Gilmore Girls" felt very apart from everything else that was happening.
I was headed for the fantastic lights. No doubt about it. Could it be that I was being deceived? Not likely. I don't think I had enough imagination to be deceived; had no false hope, either. I'd come from a long ways off and had started from a long ways down. But now destiny was about to manifest itself. I felt like it was looking right at me and nobody else.
The Little Boy and the Old Man Said the little boy, "Sometimes I drop my spoon. " Said the old man, "I do that too. " The little boy whispered, "I wet my pants. " I do that too," laughed the little old man. Said the little boy, "I often cry. " The old man nodded, "So do I. " But worst of all," said the boy, "it seems Grown-ups don't pay attention to me. " And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand. I know what you mean," said the little old man.
Those who listened to Lord Chatham felt that there was something finer in the man, than anything which he said.
I went to college for a reason, and that was to skip the minor leagues. I spent a year in the minors and got my at-bats in, and then I felt like I was ready for the big leagues.