I like period drama because everyone is so restrained, but they have all these emotions raging underneath.
Somewhere underneath it all, I know he doesn't deserve to take up space in my brain.
Sometimes I wanted to peel away all of my skin and find a different me underneath.
Nature is a perfect example of the harmony between the beautiful and the brutal. You turn over a pretty rock and there are worms writhing underneath.
Books wrote our life story, and as they accumulated on our shelves (and on our windowsills, and underneath our sofa, and on top of our refrigerator), they became chapters in it themselves.
A crow, who had flown away with a cheese from a dairy window, sate perched on a tree looking down at a great big frog in a pool underneath him.
Every great narrative is at least two narratives, if not more - the thing that is on the surface and then the things underneath which are invisible.
I fell in love underneath a tree.
Scratch most feminists and underneath there is a woman who longs to be a sex object. The difference is that is not all she wants to be.
Feel the wounded heart that's underneath the addiction, self-loathing, or anger.
I was molded, spent my time underneath a lot of goo. And then the bits and pieces were sculpted. It took probably 10 days to create each character after all those camera tests.
Couture is more your own world, they come and buy head-to-toe - they buy the jewelry, bags, coats, dresses, bodies underneath. . . . But couture is not dead - it's taken another shape.
I've always known my dad is a one-off and his own person. But I feel that underneath he has always loved me.
Sometimes you have to shove all the surface stuff to the side in order to see whats underneath.
I think hidden underneath a lot of teachers are very sexy women.
Anecdotes don't make good stories. Generally I dig down underneath them so far that the story that finally comes out is not what people thought their anecdotes were about.
Underneath it allYou're naked.
One of the interesting things about "outsidership" is that underneath it there's a longing to belong. I just wish the thing I refused to belong to - the species, Western capital culture - was a little more respectable. My one true relaxation is my flotation tank, in which I can either meditate or just drift off.
Friendship is a simple thing, and yet complicated; friendship is on the surface, something natural, something taken for granted, and yet underneath one could find worlds.
Hippy people had a hopeful idea of what they wanted the world to be like, then most of them changed into corporate Yuppies. But I still have that hippy thing underneath somewhere.