Emoticons Quotes

rolf! what? are you really rolling on the floor laughing? well, please stay down there for a sec while I KICK YOUR ASS.

<3. You think that looks like a heart? If you do, that's only because you've never seen scrotum.

Sad face emoticon.

Truth is, we all project a false front to the world, peppering our social media pages with witty words and silly emoticons. Life narrowed down to 140 characters, staged selfies, and tirades over opinion posts. Life lived for the approval of the masses, all while tearing strangers down for the slightest misstep.

Yes, librarians use punctuation marks to make little emoticons, smiley and frowny faces in their correspondence, but if there were one for an ironic wink, or a sarcastic lip curl, they'd wear it out.

1. Do what you say you're gonna do 2. Show up! 3. Give genuine praise whenever you can 4. Never say sorry when you don't mean it 5. Never use sarcasm in email (and use the corny ass emoticons)

(Man, I wish life had emoticons, you know? So that when your dad pisses you off you could like click a mental button or something and just show him one of those rolleyes. That would rock) Anyway.

That's why they came up with the emoticon, too—the emoticon being the greatest (or most desperate, depending how you look at it) advance in punctuation since the question mark in the reign of Charlemagne.

Outpouring of emotion—grief, love, affection, anger, distrust . . . fill in the blanks. Emoticons replaced words on the internet. Without words, cohesive thought was replaced by an impulse signified by a smiling or sad face. Where would it end? Driving him to need an outpouring of wine, he expected.

Nick: I had a great time. ;) Delilah: Are you winking at me? Nick: No, I had something in my emoticon eye :)~

In this age of instant communication, emoticons are replacing words, body language replacing language and visuals replacing text.

My phone vibrates and I glance at it. Good night. <3 Rae That little heart emoticon gives me the goofiest swell of emotion in history. Hell, I think I could give Wyatt a run for his money. He’s the king of goof. Night. I add a heart because it seems like the appropriate thing to do. Guess that makes me the king of goof’s bitch? Or is that love’s bitch? Either way, this girl owns me.

I won't be caught dead winking in a message. I don't wink at people normally. Why would I do it in a text? I'd prefer a middle finger emoticon, but those are hard to find.

I compose a reply. It is an emoticon of a smiling poo. It sums everything up.

A smiley face brightens cyber space. Smiling pics and emoticons are good netiquette. NetworkEtiquette.net

Why are you apologizing, Samantha?” Creepy Doll says, her breathy voice full of demonic emoticons flanked by winking smileys.

Yes, you can see the bullet points here, here and here, sir; there are multiple back-slashes, of course. And that’s a forward slash. I would have to call this a frenzied attack. Did anyone hear the interrobang?” “Oh yes. Woman next door was temporarily deafened by it. What’s this?” “Ah. You don’t see many of these any more. It’s an emoticon. Hold your head this way and it appears to be winking.” “Good God! You mean – ?” “That’s the mouth.” “You mean – ?” “That’s the nose.” “Good grief Then it’s – ?” “Oh yes, sir. There’s no doubt about it, sir. The Punctuation Murderer has struck again.

I swore never to use the emoticon ever… until one day, offhandedly and without much thought, I used my first :) and, shortly thereafter, in spite of my initial resistance, :) became a regular staple of my daily correspondence

In Japan, so many emoticons have been created that it’s reasonable to assume Japanese appreciate their convenience more than anyone else.

Emoticons as a new class of oversignifying precision grammar.

["Emoticon" is] one of the worst words ever--it deserves to die horribly in a head-on crash with infotainment.

After about a minute, I received a text back. Beck: I know A few seconds later, a smiley face came through, and I had to laugh. A week or so ago, I’d told him that his texts were always so short and blunt. “Couldn’t you add a smiley face or something?” I’d asked. He actually listened! A smug sense of victory swirled through me. He could be so stubborn about things that I could hardly believe it, even as the emoticon smiled up at me.

Nick was waiting for him. Gabriel hesitated. He wished those text messages had come with some kind of sign, whether Nick was pissed or exasperated or just completely done with him. Hell, a freaking emoticon would have been helpful. His own room sat pitch-dark at the opposite end of the hallway. A black hole. Gabriel eased around the creaky spot in the floor and slid past his twin's room. Once in his own, he flung his duffel bag onto the ground and shut the door, closing the dark around himself. He sighed and kicked his shoes into the well of blackness under the bed. Maybe Nick hadn't heard him. Maybe he thought he was still out in the car. "You are so predictable." Gabriel swore and fumbled for the light switch. Nick was straddling his desk chair backward, his arms folded on the backrest. "What the hell is wrong with you?" Gabriel snapped. "Why are you sitting here in the dark?" His twin shrugged. Because I knew you'd walk right past my room.

The greatest casualty may be our growing inability to find words that precisely communicate our feelings and emotions. Why else the need for that burgeoning catalog of emoticons to supplement our written correspondence? A smiley face. A snarky face. A heart. A thumbs-up.

Little by little, the long light of this June evening mellows to dusk. The kids who’ve been playing on sidewalks and front lawns go inside to watch TV or play video games or spend an educational evening texting various misspelled messages and dumbass emoticons to their friends.

Clicking on "send" has its limitations as a system of subtle communication. Which is why, of course, people use so many dashes and italics and capitals ("I AM joking!") to compensate. That's why they came up with the emoticon, too—the emoticon being the greatest (or most desperate, depending how you look at it) advance in punctuation since the question mark in the reign of Charlemagne. You will know all about emoticons. Emoticons are the proper name for smileys. And a smiley is, famously, this: :—) Forget the idea of selecting the right words in the right order and channelling the reader's attention by means of artful pointing. Just add the right emoticon to your email and everyone will know what self-expressive effect you thought you kind-of had in mind. Anyone interested in punctuation has a dual reason to feel aggrieved about smileys, because not only are they a paltry substitute for expressing oneself properly; they are also designed by people who evidently thought the punctuation marks on the standard keyboard cried out for an ornamental function. What's this dot-on-top-of-a-dot thing for? What earthly good is it? Well, if you look at it sideways, it could be a pair of eyes. What's this curvy thing for? It's a mouth, look! Hey, I think we're on to something. :—( Now it's sad! ;—) It looks like it's winking! :—r It looks like it's sticking its tongue out! The permutations may be endless: :~/ mixed up! <:—) dunce! :—[ pouting! :—O surprise! Well, that's enough. I've just spotted a third reason to loathe emoticons, which is that when they pass from fashion (and I do hope they already have), future generations will associate punctuation marks with an outmoded and rather primitive graphic pastime and despise them all the more. "Why do they still have all these keys with things like dots and spots and eyes and mouths and things?" they will grumble. "Nobody does smileys any more.

Emoticône. Le nom est aussi vulgaire que la chose.Je hais ces trucs de feignants. Au lieu d'exprimer un sentiment, on l'expédie. On appuie sur une touche et tous les sourires du monde sont pareils. Les joies, les doutes, le chagrin, la colère, tout a la même gueule. Tous les élans du coeur se retrouvent réduits à cinq ronds hideux.

At the ratings agency Standard & Poor’s, where they’ve knowingly mispriced risk, one guy messages another: ‘Let’s hope we are all wealthy and retired by the time this house of cards falters,’ adding the emoticon ‘:O)’.

Oh god, a winky face. The most provocative of all emoticons. A blush creeps over my face and I rub my cheeks to hide it, even though there’s no one here to see. What a confident, cocky bastard. Boys at school never do this to me—I don’t know if it’s because I can see their faces or because they can see mine or what.

As you’re saving her number in your phone, I want you to smile and say, “Are you going to be jumping with excitement when I contact you?” She’ll likely laugh. Then say, “When I text you, your reply has to be bursting with exclamation points or smiley face emoticons, like the president of France is contacting you.” She’ll laugh again and probably say, “Okay.

Research shows that the same content in an email and in in-person dialogue sounds less polite in the email. Emails are brief and miss body language, eye contact, emphasis, inflection and pauses — details that often convey greater meaning than the words themselves. The mind often fills in missing information with negative assumptions. Emoticons help, but they only go so far.

Soon I was incorporating :( and ;) and ;( too and after that the live emoticons, and now, without any intention of ever reducing the enormity of my human emotions to these shallow shortcuts, to this typographical juvenilia, I went around all day reducing them and reducing them, endowing emotions with, and requiring them to carry the subtle quivering burdens of my inner life.

Oh, you can’t back out now. I already texted Adam that you’ll be there.” His head swung around. “You what?” “He’s looking forward to it. See?” She held up her phone. A smiley face. A smiley face? Nick had no idea what that meant. Was that casual happy? Excited happy? An obligatory response that didn’t mean anything? It wasn’t even a D smiley. It was one of the parenthesis ones. God, he was trying to puzzle out the hidden meaning of the punctuation in a frigging emoticon. “You look nervous,” said Quinn. He shrugged.

Being brave is about waking to face each day when you would rather just stop waking up. Being brave is staying present to your own heart when that heart is shattered into a million different pieces and can never be made right. Being brave is standing at the edge of the abyss that just opened in someone’s life and not turning away from it, not covering your discomfort with a pithy “think positive” emoticon. Being brave is letting pain unfurl and take up all the space it needs. Being brave is telling that story. It’s terrifying. And it’s beautiful.

Per ultima quella che pare una vera lettera, pure bella spessa, dentro una busta commerciale. È indirizzata al Det. K. William Hodges (Rip.), Harper Road 63. Nessuna indicazione del mittente. Invece, nell'angolo in cima a sinistra [...] l'emoticon delle e-mail con gli occhiali da sole e il ghigno tutto denti. L'immagine gli fa tornare in mente qualcosa. Nulla di buono. No, pensa lui. No. Però apre la busta così in fretta da strapparla a metà e farne piovere fuori quattro pagine, stampate con il carattere del computer che più si avvicina a quella di una macchina da scrivere. Caro detective Hodges, recita l'intestazione.

Communication is not just about words. It’s about body language, tone of voice, facial expressions, even pheromones, all of which can’t be conveyed through social media. Emoticons are very weak substitutes.” And when nonverbal cues are stripped away, it can limit the potential for understanding, arguably the foundation of empathy. When researchers at the University of Michigan reviewed data from seventy-two studies conducted between 1979 and 2009, all focused on monitoring levels of empathy among American college students, they found that students today were scoring about 40 percent lower than their earlier counterparts.

Kids are spending so much time communicating through technology, they're not developing basic communication skills that humans have used since forever,' says psychologist Jim Taylor, author of Raising Generation Tech: Preparing Your Children for a Media-Fueled World. "Communication is not just about words. It's about body language, tone of voice, facial expressions, even pheremones, all of which can't be conveyed through social media. Emoticons are very weak substitutes." And when nonverbal cues are stripped away, it can limit the potential for understanding, arguably the foundation of empathy. When researchers at the University of Michigan reviewed data from seventy-two studies conducted between 1979 and 2009, all focused on monitoring levels of empathy among American college students, they found that students today were scoring about 40 percent lower than their earlier counterparts.

And texts are cold despite               emoticons and LOL and the likewise.   Electronic mail               feels as archaic                             as Pony Express

Oh god, a winky face. The most provocative of all emoticons" -Eliza

escribimos «jajajajaja» sin habernos reído, los emoticones dicen por nosotros lo que sentimos y nos dormimos y nos levantamos viendo la tele. Si queremos educar emociones, sin duda tendremos que dosificar la tecnología y privilegiar el contacto personal frente al virtual, tanto en nosotros como en nuestros niños.

Wanda, our housekeeper, whom we happened to share with Eric and Don Jr., comes on Wednesdays. As I waited in line for the bathroom, I looked down at my texts. “Don’t worry Amy,” Wanda wrote. “You can come to WH with me.” Smiley face with sunglasses, thumbs-up emoticon. Our Polish cleaning lady had become my closest tie to the White House.

* The Danes, I’ve noticed, love an emoticon, especially to dilute the impact after saying something that could be construed as confrontational, critical or rude.

Welcome to the modern world. Here, emotions hide behind emoticons

paintings in Saudi homes all had as their subject matter one theme: water. Streams. Lakes. Waterfalls. Oceans. (It’s worth noting that Arabic speakers are four times more likely than other speakers to use flower and plant emoticons.)4

not about overcoming what hurts or turning it into a gift. Being brave is about waking to face each day when you would rather just stop waking up. Being brave is staying present to your own heart when that heart is shattered into a million different pieces and can never be made right. Being brave is standing at the edge of the abyss that just opened in someone’s life and not turning away from it, not covering your discomfort with a pithy “think positive” emoticon. Being brave is letting pain unfurl and take up all the space it needs. Being brave is telling that story.

Oh my god. They taught you emoticons.

I seriously doubt that the smile is our species’s “happy” face, as is often stated in books about human emotions. Its background is much richer, with meanings other than cheeriness. Depending on the circumstances, the smile can convey nervousness, a need to please, reassurance to anxious others, a welcoming attitude, submission, amusement, attraction, and so on. Are all these feelings captured by calling them “happy”? Our labels grossly simplify emotional displays, like the way we give each emoticon a single meaning. Many of us now use smiley or frowny faces to punctuate text messages, which suggests that language by itself is not as effective as advertised. We feel the need to add nonverbal cues to prevent a peace offer from being mistaken for an act of revenge, or a joke from being taken as an insult. Emoticons and words are poor substitutes for the body itself, though: through gaze direction, expressions, tone of voice, posture, pupil dilation, and gestures, the body is much better than language at communicating a wide range of meanings.

Giving negative cues in response to unsustainable behavior can also play a role, but negative cues should be used with more caution. Negative cues are likely to generate a negative response: a direct challenge, a rebellious continuation of the behavior, or reactance: deliberate thwarting of efforts toward a sustainable alternative. Positive Energy, a company in California that is working with electrical utilities to help people cut back on the energy use, tried out the idea of giving high energy users negative social feedback (a frowning emoticon on their energy bills). It resulted in so many irate telephone calls to the utility that the practice was quickly abandoned.

1. Don’t be defensive. 2. Expect minimal feedback if you’re doing okay or better. No news is good news. 3. Check your ego at the door. 4. Don’t assume. Check. And check again. 5. Long-windedness has no place in email correspondence; get to the point. 6. Understand why you’re doing something. 7. Think ahead. 8. Hell hath no fury like a boss who receives an email containing bad news that ends with a frowning-face emoticon. 9. In fact, scratch emoticons from all professional correspondence. 10. For birthdays, holidays, or special occasions, just a card will do.

So you're afraid to go to your village, i see. African witches lol I know right wink emoticon . Don't want them to see the car you drive. Pray on the water many times when you're offered. The word don't comes in words alone, you know. It comes in power too. Perfect love cast out FEAR. you need the Holy Ghost and there is nowhere you can't go. GOD HELP US GROW We fight not against flesh and blood but against principalities and powers. The Battle is not yours to fight.

Uncle Burt’s round face, mixing bowl bangs of greying blond locks and toothless smile made him look more like an emoticon than a judge.

I have to say I’m truly shocked at what men deem appropriate behavior in the modern dating world.” “You,” she said, pointing a finger at him. “YOU are shocked.” “I am. I’m not sure how you women put up with it.” “The struggle is real. Go on.” “Your emails all include emoticons, usually hearts and smiley faces, and your Netflix queue consists mostly of romantic comedies. Oh, and you’re a 34C. That’s just the stuff I can remember off hang. I’m sure there’s more.” She was horrified. “How do you know my bra size?” “I scrolled through your order history at Victoria’s Secret.” “Well, that’s not at all creepy,” she deadpanned. “Did you know there are items in your shopping cart? Sweaters. Lots of thick, long, skin-covering sweaters. Frankly, it confused me.” “”Maybe I already own plenty of lingerie. Considering I walk to work, sweaters are more practical. Plus, they’re awfully cute.” “I added a few things to your cart and checked out for you. I paid for it with my credit card. Expedited the shipping too, so you should have it by Monday.” “You ADDED a few thing?” “One hint: not sweaters.” “How wildly inappropriate.” “Kid in a candy store. Couldn’t help myself.” “How?” “Excuse me?” “You obviously hacked into my computer. How did you do it?” “I came in your backdoor.” “I’m certain you did not.” “I assure you that I did.” “Without even discussing it with me first? No preparation? No warning? Don’t you think that’s incredibly bad form?” He grinned. “Are we still talking about your computer? Because I find you utterly delightful right now?” ….. “Get out of my computer immediately, I’m willing to move past the fact that you hacked me, but it ends now.” “No more backdoor?” “No more backdoor.” He appeared crestfallen. “Ever?” “Never,” she said firmly. “Not even on my birthday or like a special occasion?” “Are we still talking about my computer?” she asked. “You probably are." ~ Heart-Shaped Hack: Kate and Ian #1

1- اد اي الوقت ظالم و وانا المظلوم unsure emoticon في غيابك .... طب ادعي عليه بايه ؟ اقولك.. انا هادعيله ... ان ربنا يجعله سحابة صيف معديه في نهار شتاء ونهار الشتاء معروف ان صيامه مستحب ! 2-- لا اعلم هل من علمني الكتابة اشترط عليا الا اكتب في غيابك ام ماذا؟!! 3-- ساذهب معكي الي الجحيم لو اردتي ولكن رجاءا لا تتاخري

The optimal text game is to remain logistical and to get straight to the point of asking her out. Refrain from sending jokes, stories, or emoticons.

LOVE is like "Getting drenched in rain, wrapped in a beautiful saree with a good looking guy beside you" It is wonderful to imagine, romantic to feel and enjoyable to watch it on screen. But actually when it is happening to you, you get drenched,feel wet and cold, worry that your costly attire is getting spoiled and more than anything get infuriated with the guy beside you for letting you get drenched. Moral of the story: LOVE is good to imagine, watch and read...but when it happens to you...you are in deeeep......well! i think you get the picture wink emoticon

The year I turned thirty a relationship ended. I was very sad but my sadness bored everyone, including me. Having been through such dejection before, I thought I might get out of it quickly. I went on Internet dates but found it difficult to generate sexual desire for strangers. Instead I would run into friends at a party, or in a subway station, men I had thought about before. That fall and winter I had sex with three people, and kissed one or two more. The numbers seemed measured and reasonable to me. All of them were people I had known for some time. I felt happier in the presence of unmediated humans, but sometimes a nonboyfriend brought with him a dark echo, which lived in my phone. It was a longing with no hope of satisfaction, without a clear object. I stared at rippling ellipses on screens. I forensically analyzed social media photographs. I expressed levity with exclamation points, spelled-out laughs, and emoticons. I artificially delayed my responses. There was a great posturing of busyness, of not having noticed your text until just now. It annoyed me that my phone could hold me hostage to its clichés. My goals were serenity and good humor. I went to all the Christmas parties.

Exactly, he confirmed, adding a to go along with it—a telepathic emoticon that made me smile too.

original content Tweets with smiley faces receive 46 percent fewer retweets and 36 percent fewer favorites than content without the emoticons.

यात्रा से बड़ा दर्शन कोई नहीं। smile emoticon

चीज़ों की कीमत नहीं बल्कि मायनें होते हैं।

I pop in every now and then to comment on the show, but for the most part I sit back, stop thinking, and enjoy a group of pretty twenty-somethings pretending to be teenagers, making astronomically bad decisions and learning from their mistakes. Every once in a while, a troll account will take over the chat window with screaming caps or strings of emoticons, and the account Forges_ of_Risht appears to block them. A message from Max appears on my phone. Apocalypse_Cow: forges, reporting for duty with the banhammer. MirkerLurker: Excellent work, soldier. Apocalypse_Cow: see, there’s a reason you hired me for this job. MirkerLurker: Yeah, so Emmy doesn’t have to do that and take care of the website. Apocalypse_Cow: har har. MirkerLurker: But really, great job. No one wields the banhammer quite as well as you. Max sends more emojis. A lady dancing the salsa. Nail painting. A lightning bolt.

David: :) David: That was my very first emoticon. Or emoji. Must Google to learn the difference. Me: Finally something I know and you don’t! David: There are lots of things you know and I don’t. You obviously have a very high social IQ, for example. Me: Thanks, I guess. You obviously have a very high IQ IQ. David: 168 at last check. Me: Sometimes I can’t tell if you are joking or being serious. 

If we truly want to be helpful to people in pain, we need to be willing to reject the dominant story of pain as an aberrant condition in need of transformation or redemption. We need to stop trotting out the stages of grief that were never meant to become universal scripts. In telling better stories, we weave a culture that knows how to bear witness, to simply show up and be present to that which can never be transformed. In telling better stories, we learn to be better companions, to ourselves, and to each other. Pain is not always redeemed, in the end or otherwise. Being brave—being a hero—is not about overcoming what hurts or turning it into a gift. Being brave is about waking to face each day when you would rather just stop waking up. Being brave is staying present to your own heart when that heart is shattered into a million different pieces and can never be made right. Being brave is standing at the edge of the abyss that just opened in someone’s life and not turning away from it, not covering your discomfort with a pithy “think positive” emoticon. Being brave is letting pain unfurl and take up all the space it needs. Being brave is telling that story. It’s terrifying. And it’s beautiful. Those are the stories we need.

EMOTICON

Being brave is about waking to face each day when you would rather just stop waking up. Being brave is staying present to your own heart when that heart is shattered into a million different pieces and can never be made right. Being brave is standing at the edge of the abyss that just opened in someone’s life and not turning away from it, not covering your discomfort with a pithy “think positive” emoticon. Being brave is letting pain unfurl and take up all the space it needs. Being brave is telling that story. It’s terrifying. And it’s beautiful. Those are the stories we need.

Pain is not always redeemed, in the end or otherwise. Being brave—being a hero—is not about overcoming what hurts or turning it into a gift. Being brave is about waking to face each day when you would rather just stop waking up. Being brave is staying present to your own heart when that heart is shattered into a million different pieces and can never be made right. Being brave is standing at the edge of the abyss that just opened in someone’s life and not turning away from it, not covering your discomfort with a pithy “think positive” emoticon. Being brave is letting pain unfurl and take up all the space it needs. Being brave is telling that story.

The closest (Clive) James will come to an emoticon is a discussion of John le Carré’s Smiley.

Ye Xiu really wanted to say something to the guild, but he was having trouble finding a good opportunity to do so. "Hello, hello." Ye Xiu typed. He then followed it with a giant wall of emoticons. [The guild's] entire screen was filled with Lord Grim's name as well as a bunch of ransom emoticons. The guild members were shock and immediately quieted down.

When we feel disconnected and undernourished, we can often fall into the trap of distancing ourselves further by hating on the nearest person living “lite” in one form or another (pretending, avoiding, sending wink emoticons). I do it myself. I know a lot of us do as we grapple with the fragmentation going on around us. But I now use my judgy rage as a trigger to get me to come in closer. It goes like this: I feel the hot rage and judgment. Then I stop and I look at the people. I might see their pain, their lostness straight away. Sometimes I imagine them as a little child of seven so I can best see their vulnerability. My anger subsides and I feel compassion in its place. I try to look into their eyes if they allow me. I make sure I’m smiling when I do. I do this at train stations, when I’m bustling down streets; I do it when I’m confronted by others who don’t share my political values or scientific views, a situation that is increasingly causing division among us all. The technique never fails to connect me into our shared humanity. I soften. They soften. Next, and for extra sturdy effect, I say to myself, “I get you.

Stevie meant to smile and nod, but she ended up enacting the shrug emoticon.

Truth is, we all project a false front to the world, peppering our social media pages with witty words and silly emoticons. Life narrowed down to 140 characters, staged selfies, and tirades over opinion posts. Life lived for the approval of the masses, all while tearing strangers down for the slightest misstep. And when you turn away from that electric glow, when you no longer see those silent, pixelated opinions, who are you, really? Who do you see in the mirror? When did the regard of those unknown masses become your existence? Those who will never be there for you except to judge.

Changes don't come as caged birds Blank pages don't come in written verses Open doors don't come in traces of footsteps, paths Journeys don't come as final destinations unsure emoticon Life is made of you, by you and for you, not against you.