Miranda July Quotes
Top 96 wise famous quotes and sayings by Miranda July
Miranda July Famous Quotes & Sayings
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The thing I am most interested in is power relations - it is so easy to imagine that the other person is living a perfect life.
I felt like I wasn't living thoroughly enough - I was distracted in ways I wouldn't be if I'd been born in 1929.
I laughed and said, Life is easy. What I meant was, Life is easy with you here, and when you leave, it will be hard again.
It occurred to me that everyone's story matters to themselves, so the more I listened, the more she wanted to talk.
The receptionist xeroxed my insurance card while explaining that chromotherapy isn't covered by insurance.
I looked out the window for other passengers in love with their drivers, but we were well disguised, we pretended boredom and prayed for traffic.
I went to work the next day out of curiosity, as people return to their villages after the war to see what is left.
A teenage Filipino boy walked up to the car and just stood there, the way people do when disaster strikes.
I really did not feel okay about any of this, and there was really nothing I could do about any of it.
When I was very little, I probably wanted to be more normal. I probably wanted the Laura Ashley bedroom, and instead I got thrift-store everything.
Sometimes I lie in bed trying to decide which of my friends I truly care about, and I always come to the same conclusion: none of them.
I had forgotten about the baby. Until then she had been giving birth to birth - to contractions and noises and liquids. There was someone in there. We
I always had to resist the urge to go to him like a wife, as if we'd already been a couple for a hundred thousand lifetimes.
She never inquired, but she never recoiled, either. This is a quality that I look for in a person, not recoiling.
We don't really believe in mowing the lawn; we do it only to avoid unnecessary engagement with the neighbors.
I'm totally not kidding ... Life is too short. This is all too hard to do to actually be kidding about the whole thing.
We held each other's hands and laughed with feigned embarrassment that gradually took hold and became real.
Was all this real to her? Did she think it was temporary? Or maybe that was the point of love: not to think.
We had once called out hello into the cauldron of the world and then run away before anyone could respond.
and together we pushed through paragraphs, painstakingly sounding out the words, knitting them into human sentences that said very little.
Morning had gotten lost on the way home. We would lie this way forever, always saying goodbye, never parting.
I steeled myself against laughter; I would rather die than laugh. I didn't laugh, I did not laugh. But I died, I did die.
Like a rich person, I live with a full-time servant who keeps everything in order - and because the servant is me, there's no invasion of privacy.
It was a small thing, but it was a thing, and things have a way of either dying or growing, and it wasn't dying.
I wish there were a class where we could just keep going around the circle. around and around, until we had finally said everything about ourselves.
It is terrible to have to ask for anything ever. We wish we were something that needed nothing, like paint. But even paint needs repainting.
Sadness is pathetically limited to the range of thirst, it is just a sip of emotion, tightly buckled to a frown, quenchable.
We were always getting away with something, which implied that someone was always watching us, which mean were are not alone in this world.
There was no apology in her eyes, no love or caring. But she saw me, I existed, and this lifted the beams off my shoulders. It takes so little.
Your sentimentality softens all the edges, you're misremembering. Take a moment to recall it as it really was: fucking hell.
Was I like honey thinking it's a small bear, not realizing the bear is just the shape of its bottle? -Cheryl
That day I carried the dream around like a full glass of water, moving gracefully so I would not lose any of it.
I'm not saying I asked for it, only that there are moments when we are sending signals not just to the boys in the room but to all of creation.
Where do we come from? Do souls really exist? I can't answer these questions, especially not at 6am.
We could smell each other's shampoo and the laundry detergents we had chosen and I smelled that she didn't smoke but someone she loved did[...]
She was a very beautiful person who was missing something very ugly. Her winnings were the absence of something, and this quality hung around her.
People just need a little help because they are so used to not loving. It's like scoring the clay to make another piece of clay stick to it.
It would require constant vigilance to not replace each person with my own fictional version of them.
Then I realized that we all think we might be terrible people. But we only reveal this before we ask someone to love us. It is a kind of undressing.
I cried in English, I cried in french, I cried in all the languages, because tears are the same all around the world.