Laura Palmer Quotes

Coincidence is God's way of being anonymous.

Relationships are so much like the United States - they only really thrive when faced with an external threat.

I told him I didn’t want to hurt him, or anyone else. I just feel that sometimes I am better company only to myself, because of what is happening in my life, than I am or would be to anyone else.

We’re like everyone else, I guess. We promise that something is forever, when it is really only as long as it takes for us to tire of it. When she walked away, and out of the door, it was like she was leaving forever.

Laura won’t hurt you,” I said, wrestling him for control. “She’s one of the sweetest ghosts I ever met. She just likes to play.” “Yeah, I bet. With my bones, if I had any!” “She isn’t like that!” “Sure. ’Cause when the innocent little girl shows up in a horror flick, it’s always a good thing!

Sometimes I think life would be so much easier if we didn’t have to think about being boys or girls or men or women or old or young, fat or thin… if we could all just be certain we were the same. We might be bored, but the danger of life and of living would be gone.

If only I could understand The reason for my crying If only I could stop this fear Of dreaming that I'm dying.

He swore his love to me again and again until he finally realized that I cannot love anything right now. Falling in love is like holding a white flag out to your enemies and saying, “we give up, we’re in love.” Love is surrender.

I will not let anyone hurt me, like in the dream. I'll hurt myself first. I know the places that are the most delicate. I'll do the hurting from now on, as long as all of this stops!!!!

I have found light and pleasure inside the horror.

P.S. I hope BOB doesn’t come tonight.

Hey there, Hallie, welcome to the next place we need a Deer Crossing sign.' I didn't know that deers could read.' They can in Cosgrove County. It's part of the No Deer Left Behind program.

Appartengo agli uomini libidinosi che in realtà sono bambini piangenti

Sometimes I think he’s just chosen to keep quiet because it is so much more interesting sometimes to just listen to people instead of talking to them.

The past should be culled like a box of fresh strawberries, rinsed of debris, sweetened judiciously and served in small portions, not very often.

Accept that you are bad and dirty and cheap and should be thrown to the wolves as scrap meat, and must never bear children, for who knows the faces they would be locked behind from birth until death.

She says I think too many sad thoughts, and that if I keep it up, who knows what will happen. Donna doesn't know everything I know. I can't help but think sad thoughts sometimes. Sometimes they are the closest things on my mind.

I wanted to be a tree so that I could listen for trouble in the woods.

I think of death these days as a companion I long to meet.

I wonder if life is still something I can make up.

I have simply forgotten how to be loved. Laura

donna madonna, there's always mañana

I trust no one, and only rarely myself. I struggle most mornings, afternoons, and evenings with what is right an what is wrong. I do not understand if I am being punished for something I have done wrong, something I don't remember, or if this happens to everyone, and I am just too stupid to understand it.

The happier ending is Twin Peaks is still out there. Waiting, watchful, alive. Haunted, full of shivers and delights, a candle glimpsed in a log cabin window, while passing through a few and darkening wood. Some dreams survive.

Everyone still sees the smiling Laura Palmer. The girl with perfect grades and perfect hair and perfect little fingers that want to sometimes, late at night, go into the mirror to strangle the daydreaming troublemaker I see in the reflection!

So che l'ho ferito... Spero che un giorno capisca il perchè. Non schiaccerei mai nessuno nel modo in cui sono stata schiacciata io. Se fossi stata io quella derisa, non so se sarei mai stata di nuovo così onesta - in grado di avvicinarmi a qualcuno anche con il più piccolo complimento, perchè il ricordo della risata risuonerebbe di nuovo nelle mie orecchie

I like the idea of keeping my thoughts all in one place, like a brain you can look into.

Sometimes my bedroom is the best place in the world, and other times it is like a place that closes in and suffocates me. I

I'm so tired of waiting to grow up. Someday it will happen and I'll be the only person who can make me feel good or bad about anything I do.

If I am a better person, and if I try harder every day, perhaps all of this will work out.

I wonder if pain, the kind that doesn't just happen when your cat is killed, or when your aunt dies, but the kind that you have to live with... can it ever be a friend?

It's a night out of time and a time out of place.

I don’t want to feed my dreams.

I do not think that hour there told me anything I could not have imagined myself, but being there, in that silence, gave me hope that at least there are no wars after death. I

His apartment is small and filled with books from the toilet tank to the top of the fridge. I think he has to keep reading these stories because he so rarely has any stories of his own. I

When there is a marriage. A union that you were born of, not responsible for. You, child, should be a gift to those who are ready, not a burden like so many others before you. Come back, child, when I am no longer a child myself. Laura

I have such an anger and an urge to charge at the sky, to call the wind a liar for never showing itself. An urge to scream at the two who allowed my birth. Cries for help to anyone who will hear them. To scream into the street that there is a lack of miracles in Mother Nature herself. Her divinity is a lie. In

Twin Peaks aired in Russia and Mikhail Gorbachev was a big fan of the show. . .One day Aaron [Spelling] gets a call from Carl Lindner who wants to know who killed Laura Palmer. Aaron was not that involved with the show on a day-to-day basis, so he calls me up and he said, “Who killed Laura Palmer?” I said, “No clue.” He said, “It’s really important.” I called David [Lynch] and he says, “I can’t tell you.” I don’t want to press David, so I call Aaron back to say, “David won’t tell me, who wants to know?” and he says “President Bush.” What happened was Gorbachev called Bush, who called Carl, who called Aaron, who called me. So I called David back and I said, “This isn’t going to go anywhere, it’ll be a secret. You have to tell me who Laura’s killer is.” That’s when I realized David had no idea who killed Laura Palmer.

So I spent my birthday alone. I went out to where I go with BOB. It was light out, and everything seemed like an awful dream, until I saw a piece of rope lying at the back of the base of his favorite tree. I got a chill, but forced it away. I tried to look carefully at the tree, to find something that would explain why he picked this place, this tree. There was nothing. I made sure I was alone before I did what I had planned.

Sometimes I feel she hasn't left...especially when I wear the photo charm necklace with her picture in it. I can't tell you how many young men have stared into that picture and the reaction is always the same: a slow beam rises across their faces and they want to know all about her. They become entranced the way Dana Andrews did when he first saw Gene Tierney's portrait in "Laura." I know Maria finds all of this quite amusing; why shouldn't she? 'Laura' is her middle name.

I guess I'm thinking of myself here. I am tired. I am the one who asks, is death only the frozen image we have of the animal's body?...Maybe roadkills are more than they seem. Messages...

Why is that any less plausible or relevant than the safe, sanitized, pre-packaged bullshit of an armchair diagnosis made solely from the neck-up? What is that but a shield hoisted to protect us from the unholy terror of glimpsing ourselves as we truly are: creatures of unknown origin, trapped in time, pinned to a hostile rock whirling through indifferent and infinite space, clueless, inherently violent and condemned to death?

I think that the times that I have to go into the woods at night have poisoned me. I

This warm feeling of being needed, wanted, and special, like I was a treasure... was all I wanted to feel, forever.

I shall grow accustomed to the dark far easier than he to the light.

Yo maté a Chanquete y a Laura Palmer. Pamela Anderson me salvó la vida verano tras verano embutida en un ceñido bañador rojo de socorrista. Viajé en la nave Enterprise y me emborraché en la barra de Cheers mucho antes de recibir la invitación para asistir a la boda roja de Juego de Tronos. He presenciado multitud de historias de la cripta y cientos de cuentos asombrosos en los límites de la realidad. Nunca fui un gran héroe americano, pero me llamaban El príncipe de Bel Air. Yo soy el hijo putativo de La tribu de los Brady y el hijastro de Los Simpsons. Soy un spoiler humano.

THERE WAS ANOTHER, much bigger risk we took that first season. Based on a literal back-of-a-napkin pitch at a restaurant in Hollywood, ABC’s head of drama had given the go-ahead to a pilot from David Lynch, by then famous for his cult films Eraserhead and Blue Velvet, and the screenwriter and novelist Mark Frost. It was a surreal, meandering drama about the murder of a prom queen, Laura Palmer, in the fictional Pacific Northwest town of Twin Peaks. David directed the two-hour pilot, which I vividly remember watching for the first time and thinking, This is unlike anything I’ve ever seen and we have to do this.

Wrap up Bingo "Grageas de sabores" *Vomito: "Un beso imborrable" 5/5 La trama del libro toca temas sensibles de abuso infantil, despierta sentimientos fuertes. *Suciedad: "Voz" 3/5 No me gusto el libro, el maltrato que sufrieron las mujeres, daban ganas de matar a todos los hombres. *Césped: "Bajo las estrellas" 3/5 No me gustaron los protagonistas, fueron muy idiotas, seguirían sin hablarse, si no lo hubieran engañados para ir de campamento. *Jabón: "Comandante" 5/5 Matt Hamilton, es absolutamente perfecto, dulce, tierno, tiene un comportamiento impecable en todo el libro, amo lo amoroso que es con Charlotte. *Huevo podrido: "La hipótesis del amor", 5/5 Es una historia muy dulce con Adam y Olive, merece todo el hype que tuvo. *Moco: "Corazón sin valor", 5/5 El sufrimiento que pasaron Alex y Sam, te hace lagrimear en varias partes. *Cerilla: "Sol de invierno" 5/5 Por momentos odie a J.C., Colie, me pareció muy tonta al principio, al final me gustaron ambos personajes. La autora Diana Palmer, nació en el año 1946, *Sandia: "Sucedió un verano" 5/5 Es una linda historia de amor y superación con Piper y Brandon, son perfectos el uno para el otro. *Limón: "Una luna sin miel" 5/5 Me reí mucho con Olive y Ethan, todo lo que pasaron en su luna de miel, mas mala suerte no podían tener

We’re like everyone else, I guess. We promise that something is forever, when it is really only as long as it takes for us to tire of it. When

Ho dovuto ridere di lui. Duramente. Ridere finchè i suoi occhi non hanno pero la loro luce. Ho dovuto buttarlo giù, non potevo lasciare che fosse così attraente per la stessa giovane Laura che BOB vuole. Quella che, sono sicura, lui sta aspettando. Per salvarmi, ho dovuto ridere in faccia ad un ragazzo che potrebbe non essere mai più così sincero. Ho dovuto farlo! Perchè fa così male difendere me stessa? Dov'era questo amore per cui supplicavo accasciata sulle mie ginocchia? Dannazione. So che l'ho ferito... Spero che un giorno capisca il perchè. Non schiaccerei mai nessuno nel modo in cui sono stata schiacciata io. Se fossi stata io quella derisa, non so se sarei mai stata di nuovo così onesta - in grado di avvicinarmi a qualcuno anche con il più piccolo complimento, perchè il ricordo della risata risuonerebbe di nuovo nelle mie orecchie

Se vado alle orge di Leo, se lascio che mi leghi e a volte mi picchi… la ragione, a parte uno strano piacere, è che sento di appartenere ai luoghi bui come quello. Appartengo agli uomini libidinosi che in realtà sono dei bambini piangenti. Io li provoco, e molto presto cominciano a chiamarmi mammina e ad affondarmi la testa in grembo e a piangere per la sofferenza … e allora devo essere io a dire loro cosa fare. A loro piace così, e il mio posto è fra loro. Deve essere così, altrimenti non sarei così abile

Mi sono accorta subito che Lawrence era attratto da me. L’importante non era questo, ma l’origine della sua attrazione. Si era innamorato delle due Laure, proprio della ragione per cui desideravo disperatamente morire. Quella che io consideravo come una maledizione, per lui era una cosa eccitante e onesta. Non rideva della mia sofferenza. L’accettava.

A volte penso di aver qualcuno dentro, ma è un’altra parte di me, più strana. A volte la vedo nello specchio.

Colpa è una parola che lui usa per farmi tacere

Gallo, Neil Grunberg, Patricia Hartwell, Kurt Gottfried, Jana Lang, Kathleen Romig Krepps, Greg Palmer, Tom Fox, and Charles Arrowsmith, to name a few. To Emilie Sandoz-Voyer, Laura Whittemore, Meghan Harvey, and Girl Friday Productions

I am trapped inside a part of me I hate. A hard, masculine part of myself that has surfaced to fight, after small memories and scars come out of me with a suddenness that is sobering as well as horrifying-and I fight to save the Laura I wish I could be again. The one everyone thinks is still around. Me in a sundress, hair in the wind, and a smile engraved into my cheeks by the sharp fear that a man may visit me at any moment this evening and try to kill me.

I sit awaiting his arrival, kept awake by the notion that I shall grow accustomed to the dark far easier than he to the light.

I am almost consumed, at times, with hatred for him because never has he turned to me and confirmed my deepest fears - that I am becoming like BOB - bad. Maybe it is the way he says it is: I have simply forgotten how to be loved.

In a forest of trees again and again, I have been brought down. Surgery of a strange and indescribable nature takes place. Blood is let.