Meg Howrey Quotes & Sayings

And oh, yes, since I asked, there was someone else, but that had nothing to do with his decision, which wasn't really his decision, but rather something that was forced upon him by my behavior. — Meg Howrey

Talent equaled desirability. Talent trumped good looks or a halfway decent personality. Talent was a personality. — Meg Howrey

It's a moment to learn. This was the thing about miscalculations, errors, and mistakes. You admitted them, you used them as teachable moments, and then you moved on. You didn't forget, but you didn't dwell. — Meg Howrey

Needing people and caring about them were two very different things. — Meg Howrey

Was there a magical love-of-the-dance moment, when the muse Terpsichore called to us and we lifted our arms and spun at one with the divine music of the Universe? I think not. Although pride and obsession can feel like love, I guess. — Meg Howrey

I tucked this thought inside me like a fortune into a cookie. — Meg Howrey

Probably the reason Andrew was with her in the first place is that Andrew is a giver. Givers are sneaky. If you don't present them with gaping holes, they will create them just to have something to do. Here's the twist: although the givers get quite a bit of cred for how caring and generous they are, their motives are far from altruistic. The whole time they are giving and giving, you can be sure that they're secretly keeping an account book of services rendered and waiting for just the right moment to hand you the bill. — Meg Howrey

I don't see how knowing why I have this fear will help stop it. That's why I don't see any point in going to a shrink. Knowing why you broke the glass
because you weren't paying attention to where the edge of the table was, dummy
doesn't mend the glass, doesn't ensure it won't happen again, that you won't break something more precious next time. — Meg Howrey

Sentences are trenches you can take cover in. They are not wildly comfortable. They are not bulletproof. But they can give you the illusion of safety. — Meg Howrey

Nothing matters except what you decide to make matter and so I could just say--poof--I don't matter to Andrew and I don't and it's all nothing. And he doesn't matter to me. And all the little awkward clumsy little mechanical machinations? All those things we do in our minds? None of those matter either. Especially those. So it's not a sad thing like, 'Oh boo-hoo, the world has no meaning, what a drag,' but more like, 'Hey! Nothing matters! — Meg Howrey

Keep making noise, I prayed, laughing. Bang drums. Clamor and ring bells for I cannot stand to hear the tired beating of this almost heart. — Meg Howrey

I wanted to get away. I wanted something of my own. I wanted to be someone's star. — Meg Howrey

Before Luke had come to Prime he had considered the question of why so much money should be spent on space exploration when the problems of Earth were so desperate. Now he sees that it is the wrong question. Humans were going to go on savaging Earth and savaging each other i no one ever spent another penny on space exploration.

Going to Mars could make us better humans. And we had to be better. "When we eventually colonize Mars," Boon Cross has said, "then we need to do so as an enlightened species moving forward, not as panicked refugees clinging to survival by our fingernails. — Meg Howrey

This is who she is. She is this movement here, these steps, this turn, this raising of this arm. It's a waste of time to think of oneself in any other terms. For what of us, what of reality, cannot implode, evaporate, contort, evade, disappear? But the body doesn't lie. At a certain point it's impossible to dance loneliness without feeling genuinely lonely. — Meg Howrey

She feels a little sad. Is she sad? Helen considers an alternative: She is dehydrated. — Meg Howrey

Sometimes it's just better to suck up the fact that you are an asshole and decide that tomorrow is the day you will start being the person you intend to be. — Meg Howrey

But Gwen got better that year. She seemed fine. She seemed happy, or at least not unhappier than anybody else. Who's happy? — Meg Howrey

I cannot bear this love. Nor the loss of it. — Meg Howrey

When you step from the wings onto the stage you go from total blackness to a blinding hot glare. After a moment you adjust, but there is that moment. like being inside lightning. — Meg Howrey

The only thing worse than taking things personally is being told you take things personally. And how am I supposed to take things, if you please? Why bother talking to anyone at all if you are not supposed to consider anything that is said to be at all personal? — Meg Howrey

The love we have is never as desirable as the love we want. — Meg Howrey

In classical pas de deux, the man controls everything. He picks up the girl. He puts her down. He turns her, takes her weight, stops her, and she must always go where he leads. The woman submits to all this completely. But her submission is not feeble. In fact, the only reason she can submit so utterly is because she is very strong in herself. In her center. She does not collapse, or cave, or stutter-step, or flop. No, she holds herself very consciously, very confidently. She is centered within her own weight. So the man always knows where she is. He can feel her. He can absorb her strength. — Meg Howrey

There are things you do when you are a teenager, or a dancer, or just a girl, I guess. You cut your food up in special ways, or you cut yourself, or paper dolls. You pretend that there is an invisible audience watching you all the time, and you do things to impress them or pretend that they didn't see what you just did because their live video feed was interrupted somehow. You steal things or tell lies or speak to strangers in a Russian accent. You have sex with someone you love, or with someone who gets you really drunk. You lie to your parents, your boyfriend, yourself, your therapist. You cheat on your homework or do other people's homework for money. You get up, you take class, you rehearse, you perform, you go to bed. How do you decide which of these things are truly crazy and which are just being alive? — Meg Howrey

Right away we were very good at it, and you like what you are good at, and being better than other people at something is fun. Is that love? — Meg Howrey

Abstention, self-control, self-inflicted pain: these are forms of power - about the only kind you can have when you're a fourteen-year-old girl, by the way. — Meg Howrey

Beautiful gay men are God's gift to women. They're like a consolation prize for ... well, for everything else about being a woman. — Meg Howrey

There are Russians, and then there are Russian ballerinas from the Kirov. — Meg Howrey

I should think people would be disappointed if they watched that kind of movie and then came to see us dance and none of us slit our wrists onstage or made ourselves vomit or got on the backs of motorcycles while wearing tutus and started fucking each other. — Meg Howrey

In life though, most beginnings are so quiet you don't even know that they are happening. Suddenly you're in the middle of things as if there were no beginning at all. Maybe you'll try to retrace your steps, but it's a useless endeavor because you're always going to miss the essential, initial clue. You might say, "Oh, here is where it all began," but you're always going to be too late. — Meg Howrey

But if life is what can be called the time you spend preparing for the event, and then dealing with how the event went, then what would you call the event itself? Is that not life? Is that not the best part? — Meg Howrey

If only we could crawl inside our dreams and live there. Why can't I live inside my dream? — Meg Howrey

By the time a little girl has become a young woman she has learned how dangerous a thing it is to dream. — Meg Howrey

I had dreamed that if this moment happened I would be elated and triumphant and flooded with relief, but when you have been keeping company with anxiety and fear for a long time it's hard to shake them off immediately. Also I hadn't really thought about anything behond the immediate goal: getting in. Now I was in and now I was going to have to do this thing, ballet, and not just think about the day I would do it. I realized I still wanted to dream about the person I would become, not actually be her. I was worried that I would work hard and nothing would happen, that I was as good as I would ever be. — Meg Howrey

Promise is a word like any other. Words can go in any direction. It's only the body that is incapable of lying. — Meg Howrey

Color corrected, yes, but I am reminding myself that it is still an image worthy of awe." Yoshi is looking at the screen. "Why shouldn't we feel awe? In front of a beautiful painting we do not ask ourselves is it real? We know that it is not real. It is a painting. But we can still be filled with awe at its beauty." It — Meg Howrey

I suppose I do have rivals in the company, but none of them is as challenging as the ever-present, alternate version of me: always one giant unreachable step ahead. — Meg Howrey

I realized I still wanted to dream about the person I would become, not actually be her. — Meg Howrey

But it wasn't Neil or Buzz that had interested her, or even the moon itself. She had been attracted to the missions' most unsung hero: Michael Collins, alone in Columbia, drifting around the moon in exquisite solitary splendor while Buzz and Neil had gone about the terrestrial work of putting down a plaque, erecting a flag, and gathering rocks. Every two hours Michael Collins had gone out of radio contact for forty-eight minutes when the moon stood between himself and Earth, and during those minutes he was the most alone person in the history of people. Helen still liked to think about that. That had always been her dream: space, not a location with it, just space. — Meg Howrey

...It wasn't only the color that suggested war to the ancients - it was the strange motion of Mars and the other visible disks that did not behave like the stars, seemingly fixed in the firmament, but advanced and retreated and advanced again along their paths. These disks were given the name planets, meaning wanderers. — Meg Howrey

I kept it a secret, which is the only way to maintain ownership of something. — Meg Howrey

I made the sympathetic face, and the interested face, and even the impressed face. I did not say, 'In the name of all that is holy, cease this incessant drivel, you pretentious ass. — Meg Howrey

What I was thinking, in that strange way you can think without words while you are dancing, think in glyphs, think in numbers, was how stupid it is that any of us are here, living. What an absurd game we play with ourselves, as if it mattered. We are all mad, all insane, all deluded. It is all for nothing, really, in the end. — Meg Howrey

It was that you had to be so careful with grief. Grief sought connections: it stacked, or swarmed. It was only the first time you experienced sorrow that it stood alone, with nothing attached to it. — Meg Howrey

When you are asleep you can't tell whether or not you are alone, or diminished, or whatever. I have nothing, I thought. But that's not true. I have her absence. You can see it clearly. Look for the edges of my existence that surround it. — Meg Howrey

I said to her "I won't be happy if I get in and you don't," and Mara gave a look and said "Yes you will.". I realized that she was right and that needing people and caring about them were two very different things. I tucked this thought inside me like a fortune into a cookie. It was a secret and it made me feel powerful, even though I didn't understand why. — Meg Howrey

I am here. I am in the present tense. I'm not always here, and sometimes here is a very difficult place. Sometimes it is a labyrinth, or a Minotaur, or a rope I can neither let go of nor follow. It's hard to find the right words, but I guess I would say that it's something like feeling the floor. And that it is my privilege to feel it. — Meg Howrey

And I had forgotten to get more Sweet'N Low, so I had to drink coffee as bitter as I am. — Meg Howrey

The overture began. God! Strings! Oboes! Timpani! Are you fucking kidding me? Why, when we know what human beings are capable of doing, do we not turn our collective heads in shame at the sight of rich housewives screaming at each other on television? — Meg Howrey

You shouldn't ask for forgiveness.
Because if you ask someone to forgive you, and they do, then that's twice that you've taken something from them. First the betrayal, and then the absolution. — Meg Howrey