Elena Ferrante Quotes
In the crush men used the women to play silent games with themselves. One stared ironically at a dark-haired girl to see if she would lower her gaze. One, with his eyes, caught a bit of lace between two buttons of a blouse, or harpooned a strap. Others passed the time looking out the window into cars for a glimpse of an uncovered leg, the play of muscles as a foot pushed break or clutch, a hand absentmindedly scratching the inside of a thigh.
Elena Ferrante
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There was this girl who went to my school, and she did a Nikki Giovanni poem, 'Ego Tripping,' and it was just different from everyone else's. It wasn't flat recitation. It had an energy and a life to it. And it made me sit up in my seat, and my eyes got wide, and I really felt inside myself, 'She's making me feel things. I want to do that.'
Samira Wiley
I tried putting teabags under my eyes because they say that the green tea - the caffeine - will help with under-eye bags and moisture. It worked! That's a new tip.
Olivia Culpo
Do not look down upon any Muslim, for even the most inferior believer is great in the eyes of God.
Abu Bakr
I played lots of fantasy games. I would create these worlds, and I would believe in them.
Lana Parrilla
When you're in the National Football League, and you get this window where all eyes are on you, you can use that. You can use that platform for good.
J. J. Watt
The colors...oh, I see the most fantastic things. Do you realize when people just close their eyes what they see? It's unbelievable. Colors and things, forms of every sort. I wonder if that happens for everybody?
Edie Sedgwick
I could scarcely bear to look at her eyes. They promised such intimacies.
V. S. Naipaul
Examine your own hearts. Do you see there any habit or custom which you know is wrong in the sight of God? If you do, don't delay for a moment in attacking it. Resolve at once to lay it aside. Nothing darkens the eyes of the mind so much, and deadens the conscience so surely, as an allowed sin. It may be a little one, but it is not any less dangerous.
J. C. Ryle
One night I realized that when you give people understanding and encouragement a funny little meek childish look abashes their eyes, no matter what they've been doing they weren't sure it was right - lambies all over the world.
Jack Kerouac
All Nine often used to come to me, I mean the Muses:But I ignored them: my girl was in my arms.Now I’ve left my sweetheart: and they’ve left me,And I roll my eyes, seeking a knife or rope.But Heaven is full of gods: You came to aid me:Greetings, Boredom, mother of the Muse.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
But as we do not light up our houses with our brightest lamps for all comers, so neither did she emit from her eyes their brightest sparks till special occasions for such shining had arisen.
Anthony Trollope
When they lay down beside me I made my confession to them. They touched both my eyes and I touched the dew on their hem. If your life is a leaf that the seasons tear off and condemn, They will bind you with love that is graceful and green as a stem.
Leonard Cohen
I was in the gym working on my triceps, and I was thinking, just as I did the 50-pound pulldown, I am going to be in better shape by the end of the year [2016] than I've ever been in my life. I really just smiled at the notion: Wow, what a thing.
Oprah Winfrey
When you don’t have much, having less isn’t so bad.
Lisa See
Women’s genetic celebrity power magnifies men’s protector instinct. It inspires the government-as-substitute-husband. Men’s addiction to the genetic celebrity is either invisible or in the denial stage-thus we either don’t see it, or when confronted, deny it.
Warren Farrell
I've always told my children that Americans will tell you pretty much anything, but that convention dictates that we don't like to talk money or politics.
Susan Straight
We humans are obsessed with lights...Perhaps it is our way of hurling the constellations back at the sky.
Diane Ackerman
In the crush men used the women to play silent games with themselves. One stared ironically at a dark-haired girl to see if she would lower her gaze. One, with his eyes, caught a bit of lace between two buttons of a blouse, or harpooned a strap. Others passed the time looking out the window into cars for a glimpse of an uncovered leg, the play of muscles as a foot pushed break or clutch, a hand absentmindedly scratching the inside of a thigh.
Elena Ferrante
