Liz Phair Quotes

Just to prove i was right that it's harder to be friends than lovers and you shouldn't try and mix the two, cause if you do and then you're still unhappy, then you know that the problem is you.

Women deserve respect, independence, and equality, period. We’re not carpetbaggers piggybacking on the civilization you created. You made skyscrapers and bridges and rockets? Well, we made you.

Do you think they’ll get back sooner?” “And interrupt honeymoon time?” Maggie laughed. “Be serious.” “What does that even mean?” “I’ll tell you when you’re my age.” “But that’s what you said about ‘douche,’ and ‘condom,’ and the first line of that Liz Phair song,” Ronnie complained.

I’d draw out the poison of thinking that faults and failures make someone unworthy, and instead I’d reveal how bad decisions

Childhood is a time of curiosity and peril, and nobody comes out of it unscarred.

It's easier to believe in limitations than it is to take responsibility for your fate.

Our flaws and our failures make us relatable, not unlovable.

That’s the thing they never tell you about looks. They matter; of course they do. But they weigh nothing compared to actions.

You can change your looks easily if you have the right attitude, but bad patterns of behavior are like weeds: Once they take root, they are incredibly hard to eradicate.

Can you describe someone’s looks without picturing the way they move, the sound of their voice, or their personality?

I’ve been carrying around for decades the tiny, toxic shards of souls I’ve casually shattered.

My makeup, which was so striking in the photographs, is a frightening mess in natural daylight, caked on and settling into the creases.

Trying to look like I knew what I was doing was my constant priority.

We can be monsters, we human beings, in the most offhand and cavalier ways.

Spread out a towel, lie down, and bleach beneath the not-done, the not-said, the not-redeemed.

I’d pass on my faith that there’s a brilliant story in each and every moment of our lives if we pay attention.

I’d draw out the poison of thinking that faults and failures make someone unworthy, and instead I’d reveal how bad decisions are just equal and opposite manifestations of great gifts and abilities.

We spend so much time hiding what we’re ashamed of, denying what we’re wounded by, and portraying ourselves as competent, successful individuals that we don’t always realize where and when we’ve gone missing.

How foolish we feel in those rare instances when the fog dissipates, the path is clear, and we see our hapless footprints wandering around all over the place. Those are the resolute moments, the sober morning-after reflections when we plant our feet facing in the direction we wish to go and vow never to deviate from honesty, empathy, and inspiration.

It’s hard to tell the truth about ourselves. It opens us up to being judged and rejected. We’re afraid we will be defined by our worst decisions instead of our best. Our impulse is always to hide the evidence, blame someone else, put the things we feel guilty about or that were traumatizing behind us and act like everything is fine. But that robs us of the opportunity to really know and care about one another. It closes a door that could lead to someone else’s heart.

The show’s over, the illusion undone.

Though no one would mistake me for a model, I walk a little taller, with a little more swagger, exhilarated to have a secret occupation that makes me interesting.

What exactly are we evaluating when we think about our looks? Is it what’s actually there or how people respond to us that shapes our opinion of ourselves?

Fear is an exhausting emotion,

I wonder why nobody ever gets into a car crash traveling in the left lane. It still seems incredible to me that all these drivers of average ability pull off semidifficult maneuvers every day and nothing goes wrong. Millions of people manage to successfully navigate to their destinations without dying,

Do my thoughts make any difference? Does prayer make a difference? Can powerful intentions start a separate timeline of events in another dimension of reality? Are we linked now because of our emotional intersection?

I feel like I’m playing with a wish that wants to get out, or anger that needs to be released.

The photographer is sharing her favorite shots of the day with her husband, the two of them huddled together in a touching pose of intimacy.

Deep beneath our workaday world, we are all dreaming.

There’s something relentless about hindsight. It chips away at the unimportant details, leaving just the guilt, just the unfinished business.

That’s the hardest part about being your own product: It’s difficult to know what’s you and what isn’t.

Once your eyes adjust, you’ll see that monsters are only mirrors.

secret chamber that we would later find out had once been used to hide men and women fleeing slavery.

Guilt is the poisonous flower that springs up after a selfish act. In order to grow, there has to be soil present to begin with. The most impressive blooms get pressed into your book of recollections, and every time you go back and reread a chapter, their dry, skeletal remains drop out and fall into your lap. Decomposition marks the pages, and when you've interred too many bad memories, the book itself begins to smell.

...while riot grrrl is part of the punk rock/alternative rock feminism of the 1990s, it's by no means the majority of it. Despite the slogan, not every girl was a riot grrrl, and there's a huge swath of awesome women in '90s music who aren't riot grrrls. In no particular order: L7, Hole, PJ Harvey, Belly, Throwing Muses, Seven Year Bitch, Babes in Toyland, Liz Phair, Bjork, Juliana Hatfield, Gwen Stefani/No Doubt, Shirley Manson/Garbage, the Breeders, Luscious Jackson, Elastica, Sleater-Kinney, and may more women were part of either the alternative or indie rock music scene. Beyond that, the decade was pretty amazing for singer-songwriters like Tori Amos, Sarah McLachlan, Jewel, Fiona Apple, Alanis Morissette, Tracy Chapman, and Melissa Etheridge; for the R&B and hip-hop artists like Salt-n-Peppa, Queen Latifah, TLC, En Vogue, and Missy Elliott; and, at the tail end of the decade, all the pop you could ever want with the Spice Girls, Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera, and Destiny's Child. So, if you read this book, then run to Spotify to listen to riot grrrl bands, and find they're not for you, remember: there's more than one way to be a girl, and there's more than one kind of music to power you to your goals. What you listen to will never be as important as what you do.