Lee Miller Quotes

We talked about how sad and miserable we are and how we feel guilty about it because we have so much to be grateful for. We watched "Dance Moms" until we fell asleep. Between Abby Lee Miller's abusive tactics and the intensity of the parents, we relate deeply.

Every child in South Florida can dance. And every child there is amazing.

She's a mystery, a cipher, something nearly extinct these days: a person not controlled by ambition or greed or a crass need for attention, but by a desire to experience life completely and to make life a little easier for the people around her

It is culture that is the bully." Orn Ald yos'Senchul to Theo Waitley, Saltation

Courtship is romantic. Marriage ... is an act of will," said Pippa, taking a sip of water. "I mean, I adore Herb. But the marriage functions because we will it to. If you leave love to hold everything together, you can forget it.

Con el tiempo he descubierto que, cuando la gente ordinaria lee las palabras “hombre-lobo” en una revista o un diario, por lo general se sonríen. Sonríen, porque en su fuero interno saben que tal cosa no existe. -Nikolai Valinchenko-

Poetry without truth, is like a rose without thorns. Still pretty, But sometime the real beauty comes from the things that can make us bleed.

The strength of a kingdom comes from its King, The strength of a King comes from his Queen.

Forgiving unforgivable things is real forgiveness. Loving unlovable things is real love. Seeing someone’s inner most monster and choosing to stay is true loyalty. (It’s not something everyone can do)

The only way to truly win, is to risk losing.

She looked like Lee Miller if Lee Miller had been a bedroom drunk.

He wasn’t a beardless Jake Gyllenhaal. He was Jake plus Cary Grant plus Captain VonTrapp, with a little of Jonny Lee Miller’s Mr. Knightley thrown in for good measure.

In a world of weeds, she was a wildflower. In a world of prose, her voice was poetry, In a world of darkness, she was light, In a world of indifference, she cared, In a world of flaws, she was perfect, In my life of nothing, she was my world.

Comprehension is the ability to follow an explanation. Understanding is the ability to be able to lead if needed.

They say it takes a minute to say hello and forever to say goodbye, Fill your life with the people who you want to spend forever saying goodbye to.

Being a people is hard.

The wounds on my heart are packed with broken promises, blood and stardust. I won’t lie, it fucking hurts. But it’s worth it to carry bits of you with me.

I am all styles yet I am no style," said Bruce Lee.

Who the hell is Warren Ellis again?” Hardison gaped at the man. “Only one of the greatest comics writers in the past twenty years. Might as well ask who Alan Moore is, or Frank Miller, or Mark Waid, or Brian Michael Bendis, or Marv Wolfman, or Geoff Johns.” Eliot gave Hardison a blank look as they wove their way through the hall. Parker took the lead, toting a printed sign with her. Eliot and Hardison trailed in her wake. They made a point of striding right past Patronus’s booth. They didn’t turn to see if he noticed them. “No one?” Hardison said. “Nothing? Not even Kurt Busiek? Neil Gaiman?” “I have a life. I do things, active things. I date women.” “Stan Lee?” Eliot gave Hardison that one with a wag of his head. “Who hasn’t heard of Stan Lee?” “All right,” Hardison said with satisfaction. “You had me worried there, man.

We pick at scabs of a bleeding heart because we don’t want time to carry on and allow the wound to heal and scar over, we wish to perpetuate, prolong, and preserve the last time they were close to us, before they walked away.

January 14: Marilyn draws up a new will, removing Arthur Miller as her beneficiary and substituting Lee Strasberg, with bequests to Marianne Kris, a small trust for her mother, and gifts to Michael Chekhov’s widow and Patricia Rosten.

Holding no hand is hard, but holding the wrong one is harder. My body, quite literally, has rejected him. He plants tumors in my mind and in my child-making bits. If I cannot trust him with my cervix, I cannot trust him with my heart.

My father was neither an ally nor a confidant, but it seemed backward to me that this hardworking man would be relegated to the sofa while my lazy mother got the king-size bed. I resented her for that, but she seemed immune to guilt and shame. I think she got away with so much because she was beautiful. She looked like Lee Miller if Lee Miller had been a bedroom drunk. I assume she blamed my father for ruining her life—she got pregnant and dropped out of college to marry him. She didn’t have to, of course. I was born in August 1973, seven months after Roe v. Wade. Her family was the country club brand of alcoholic Southern Baptists—Mississippi loggers on one side, Louisiana oilmen on the other—or else, I assumed, she would have aborted me. My father was twelve years older than my mother. She’d been just nineteen years old and already four months pregnant when they got married. I’d figured that out as soon as I could do the math.

April 12: Venus at Large, a comedy by Henry Denker featuring characters based on Marilyn and Arthur Miller, opens on Broadway and receives negative reviews. Marilyn announces her intention to consult with Lee Strasberg before Something’s Got to Give starts shooting.

they can’t afford it, they don’t want to say they can’t afford it—they’re too embarrassed—so they make up other excuses to cover the financial issue, like they didn’t like their costumes, or they didn’t like their solos, or they didn’t win, or they’re always in the back of the group.

(...)Clarkson fue a ayudar a Brynne y Marie en la cocina mientras Gabrielle y Elaina parecían hacerse buenas amigas hablando de libros— especialmente uno muy popular sobre un multimillonario muy joven y su obsesión con una mujer aún más joven... y el sexo. Habían montón de escenas de sexo eróticas en el libro, aparentemente en cada página. Neil y yo nos miramos con simpatía el uno al otro, y no tuvimos absolutamente nada que añadir a la conversación. Es decir decir, ¿quién lee esta basura? ¿Quién tiene tiempo? ¿Por qué incluso leer sobre sexo en un libro cuando se puede tenerlo en la vida real? No lo entiendo.

And as for returning to work as a reporter—something she’d given considerable thought to before taking over her father’s inquiry agency—the Sydney newspapers had dismissed most of their women reporters home once the men started to return from the war, or else confined them to the social pages, or covering the Easter Show, which was a bit too steep a downgrade for Billie after she’d chased Nazi activity across Europe, built a good portfolio of published articles, and worked alongside the likes of Lee Miller and Clare Hollingworth. No, she wouldn’t last in that kind of work. It was an imperfect world, and her chosen profession was decidedly imperfect, but for now she had a hint of that spark again, that sense of doing something that mattered to someone.

Surely part of the moral meaning of representative government is that the representatives from all parts of a vast nation coming together in a great mosaic not only represent the interests and visions of their respective localities but also then learn from each other, affect each other, reason together, diminish their respective provincialisms, and shape something nearer to the common good.

Just because you are missing some pieces, doesn't mean you are broken.

Some angels can't see their wings until they are torn from them, laying bloody at their feet.

You have to want it 110 percent. You have to eat, sleep, and breathe your passion, and fight for perfection every step of the way.

But if you are willing to work, sacrifice, and believe, the sky’s the limit. Some say, “Anything is possible.” I say, “Everything is possible!

I always tell my students that I dream bigger for them than I do for myself, and that’s the truth.

My mom didn’t play favorites. She was kind and giving and wonderful to everyone who graced her presence. She never pushed me, nor put me front and center. She knew too many instructors who ruined their businesses by featuring their own daughters in every number. This turns people off! I didn’t even get to go down the mat first in tumbling class. Jeez!

That fall, when everyone was doing back-to-school shopping, I couldn’t have cared less about clothes, and classes, and football games. I was totally consumed with going back to dancing school and my plans for the future.

My days were filled with U.S. history and algebra. My nights were spent with history of movement and petite allegros. I might have been your average student during my typical school day, but after school, I was quickly becoming a master teacher. While my friends were looking for a future career in the guidance counselor’s office, I was proving to my colleagues that I had already found my true vocation.

spent most of her ten-year military career at a keyboard, directing drone strikes against terrorists. She’d killed more people from the comfort of a Herman Miller chair, with a Starbucks Cinnamon Dolce Latte in one hand, than most soldiers

Eloquently unrefined, I am a poetic savage and a masterful fuckup.

If the universe all came from nothing, imagine what you could do when you’re at your lowest point.

If I think you're normal, I don’t know you well enough.

A noose of words wrapped softly, gently, caressing-ly around your neck. You stand oh so close to the edge, you JUMP and hope your wings work before your neck snaps.

When submerged in alcohol, truth floats to the top while lies sink to the bottom.

(‘T) is all that separates I CAN’T from I CAN. Cut away the bullshit and live your life.

I wrote patience on some paper, and waited. The wind took it.

People get so used to storms in their lives that they sometimes lose hope that it will ever end. They lock their doors and stay behind their walls forever. If you want them to come out, or you yourself be let in. All you need to do is wait, be patient, and shine.

The last of the romantics die the worst deaths, alone. But at least they die in love.

In the oppressive future artists will be the last rebels, Muses will be their deity

The end comes too soon, and apologies come too late. For that I am sorry.

When a tree is lost, it can return to its roots to find it's routes.

Is hell still hell if everyone you hated in life isn't there?

If we do not hope, we do not try, If we do not try, we do not fail, If we do not fail, we do not hurt, If we do not hurt, we do not live, If we do not live, we do not die, If we do not die, we do not dream, If we do not dream, we do not love, If we do not love we do not hope.

A puzzle is a scattered mess of pieces before it’s put together, people are like that sometimes too.

Life is about proving yourself wrong in times of self-doubt.

Dreams do not have to be an if, They can be a when, Not something to be put off till later, But something to be saved till then, The choice is yours, As are the dreams of thou, As when, to when, you will let your THEN, be NOW.

I have no clue what the future holds, what failures are yet to come, my disappointments, or how I’ll die. But it doubt it will be because of pain,. Pain hurts me without a doubt, it haunts me even. But in the end I think it will be hope that does me in.

We all have shadows, the bigger they are, the closer the light.

Without social outliers, we as a society would not know where the “regular” bounds end. And thusly the “normal” order exists as a direct result of the romantically divergent freaks, who live on the outskirts of understanding, amidst the chaos. They are what/who keep our insanity sane. Please thank the strangest person you know

The world today is but a compilation of peoples past dreams made reality.

A good quote is an excerpt of universal truth, in an otherwise speculative work.

The best parts of life sometimes happen when you are waiting to die.

For the acorn to move forward in its life, it must first be severed from everything it has ever known. It must fall from the heights it has struggled so hard to achieve, be cracked open, and have the very core of its being exposed to the world. All this in the name of life, for the sake of living.

The further from civilization you get, the louder your whispers become.

Let your malcontent for a melancholy life be known, rebellion is the chaos of our nature.

Everyone has their own path or style, In our own ways we're all in a race to self-destruction.

Coincidence is hindsight epiphanized.

We outsource human interaction with likes and pokes on facebook. We forego meaningful person to person conversation with instant messaging and texts. We trade harsh bitter truths for sweet palatable lies. We exchange feeling for a kind of synthetic numbness, a makeshift apathy. We’re suffering from a self-induced de-evolution of humanity.

The analytical mind, made from shattered pieces. The illogical soul, found in a junk drawer. The optimistic heart, a stray taken in. We are the products of our own creation, We’re Frankenstein, and his Monster, Geppetto, and Pinocchio, Pan, and Hook, Alice and the Hatter, The Kings and Queens of broken things on the island of misfit toys.

The silence of my sanity speaks volumes.

Be hated for your truth, rather than loved for your lies.

Poetry is sometimes cryptic because we don’t always want things easily understood. Painful truth is hard enough as it is, but sometimes we want it to at-least sparkle.

Let the tears you shed today, bloom your flowers of tomorrow.

Others see you as a storm, I see you as a rainbow yet to show itself.

Driving yourself crazy is faster than walking.

I play my music loud to keep my demons away.

If God does not have a sense of humor then I think it’s safe to say I was made by the devil.

Words can be kisses, or words can be daggers. The weight they carry is regulated by the power you give them, thus is the impact they have upon you.

You give up your right to care for someone if you let them go, Or so that’s the lie we often tell ourselves.

Often times, none but the devil know your pain. I speak not of the fires of hell, but the fall from heaven.

Face your monsters in life. Dance with your demons. Just remember not to let them lead.

There are two things. 1- Logic,. 2- How life actually works.

Poetry is about finding the best way to plagiarize the reader’s ideas, thoughts, emotions, feelings and memories, their past present or future states of mind.

Poetry can be a form of restriction. Lock away tragedy inside pretty words. Quantify pieces of infinite love.

If scarcity defines value, why do those who feel worthless want to be like everyone else?

Comedy was invented to make people forget, That the plays of our lives were originally written as tragedies.

I curse the heavens for letting the stars fall, I curse myself for not being there to catch them.

We are but masterpieces waiting to happen, searching for our inspiration.

You can’t stand up, help, save, change, love, have hope, have faith, or believe in yourself, if you don’t know who it is you are.

Doubt can be the seed of destruction, Just as Hope can be that of creation.

The world fell from the palm of your hands, as you were counting on your fingers the ways in which you'd change it.

In birth we are but a blank canvas, waiting to be filled in by the scars we make, the blood we bleed, the tears we shed, the words that imprint upon us.

I fight with the urge to be poetically vague like a fleeting rainfall, and the craving to be analytically thorough like a flood.

A problem with living in past memories is, it ends up eventually leading to the present moment that you're trying so hard to escape from.

Until you learn from your mistakes, you will fail in the same ways.

Star crossed lovers” A term used to describe two souls whose love is doomed to end in tragedy. Why? Because they defy the ethereal wisdom of the universe, the ancient laws of which are written in the constellations themselves. These people are by no means evil, it’s just that they together create a power that rivals that of any other, and it's that power in the end that ultimately destroys them.

Hope and faith are two ends of the belief spectrum.

Those who think we only have five senses clearly have no imagination.

We sometimes demonstrated a kind of destructive elegance, as we fight to kill that which makes us unique.

If you don’t learn to laugh at yourself, You'll miss out on a lot of good jokes in life.

Liquor stars, and shot glass wishes. Here’s to drowning memories, and the sorrows that learned to swim.

Let your words be music, allow your actions to be the dance to accompany them.