Tarttetan Quotes & Sayings

My mom says I was born screaming. — Elle King

Every night I pray for a lovely, swoopy-haired homosexual to come to our school, in the same way that Margaret prayed for boobs and my grandfather prays for my eternal salvation. — David Levithan

She felt the warmth of Peter's arm under her neck, and it almost felt like he was an extension of her, and like if they had souls, they lay somewhere snug between their two bodies. Maybe all of her strangeness, her curse, her always feeling like an outsider, had all existed so that she could belong here, with Peter. — Jodi Lynn Anderson

We should have taken our chances back then, when we were young and beautiful and didn't even know it. — Lois McMaster Bujold

I'll never forget the first screening at the Berlin Film Festival. As soon as the film ended there was an outbreak of booing, which made us look at each other with some surprise. — John Schlesinger

I wasn't really driven to be an actor or anything, but in college I decided to study acting, much to my parents' disappointment. I attended Mason Gross School of the Arts at Rutgers where Bill Esper was, and that is where I really got hooked on the art of acting, and, almost, the chemistry of acting. — Roger Bart

The last time I saw that crooked stupid smile on your face, I got-a-so mad, but then I realized ... that crooked stupid smile is there all the time. — Santino Marella

i did not die, yet nothing of life remained. — Dante Alighieri

PLEASE TELL ME YOU KNOW OF SYLVIA PLATH
Conventions bleed my soul
squeeze me old
wear me grey
like a headstone in transit.
It's tradition and form
fear of the unknown
driving me dead
in tight spaces darkly.
I cry aloud
but who can hear
when I stand alone
in the middle of an art show ... . — Chila Woychik

The love of individual freedom has stood in the way of the appreciation of social obligations. — Goparaju Ramachandra Rao

Once you act with someone, who gives you so much to feed off of, you just have to be there and be yourself, and it comes out. — Daniela Bobadilla

I can't, even now, arrange it in the right order. The memories are like heavy blocks of glass. I can put them down in different places but they don't make a story. — Helen Macdonald