When I die, I want to die like my grandfather who died peacefully in his sleep. Not screaming like all the passengers in his car.— Will Rogers
Revealing I Want To Scream quotations
For what it's worth: it's never too late to be whoever you want to be. I hope you live a life you're proud of, and, if you find that you're not, I hope you have the strength to start over.
You're going to come across a lot of shitty band, and a lot of shitty people.
And if anyone of those people call you names beacause of what you look like or they don't accept you for who you are, I want you to look right at that motherf*****, stick up your middle finger, and scream F*** YOU!
Berlin is the testicles of the West, every time I want the West to scream, I squeeze on Berlin.
One day, you will wake up and there won't be any more time to do the thing you've always wanted. Do it now.
I can remember the frustration of not being able to talk.
I knew what I wanted to say, but I could not get the words out, so I would just scream.
Manchester United breathe football. When I have to make hard decisions, I always listen to little boy inside me and what he wants. That little boy was screaming for United.
You were a terrible baby, do you know that? Bawling all the time, never sleeping. And one night you just wouldn't shut up, screaming like a dying pig. I walked over to your crib, I looked down at you. I wanted to strangle you. And you looked up at me and you stopped screaming. You smiled at me. Don't die so far from the sea.
If you want to fly, give up everything that weights you down.
I wear makeup and dress this way because I think it makes me look better.
I am not doing it to get people to stare at me. If I wanted to do that I could just put a pot on my head, wear a wedding dress, and run screaming down the street.
I hated school . . . I freaking hated it. The fact is that it revolved around something you didn't have access to. If you weren't on the football team, if you were in the band, you were a leper. When people say those were the best years of our lives, I want to scream.
I want to die at a hundred years old with an American flag on my back and the star of Texas on my helmet, after screaming down an Alpine descent on a bicycle at 75 miles per hour.
Remember how far you've come, not just how far you have to go. You are not where you want to be, but neither are you where you used to be.
There are times when the adoption process is exhausting and painful and makes you want to scream. But, I am told, so does childbirth.
Found myself screaming in a hotel room. I didn't want to self-destruct.
I ascribe to Mark Twain's theory that the last person who should be President is the one who wants it the most. The one who should be picked is the one who should be dragged kicking and screaming into the White House.
The bravest thing I ever did was continuing my life what I wanted to die.
Black lives, of course, matter. I spent 50 years of my life fighting for civil rights and for dignity, but if you don't want me to be here, that's OK. I don't want to out-scream people.
One thing I hate is people screaming at me.
If you want me to do something, talk to me. When someone screams at me to hurry up, I slow down.
I find myself wanting to make music at the dining room table or in the bedroom - I'm kind of a mobile writer, so I sort of move around the house. But the attic is definitely where I can make the most noise. While everyone on the lower floors screams 'Earthquake!' But no! It's just my bass!
Ask yourself if what you're doing today is getting you closer to where you want to be tomorrow.
I find that all these subjects that I'm dealing with tend to lead me to religion and politics one way or another. It's not something that I necessarily want to address, but it seems like it's screaming at me to pay attention to it.
To Craig's [ Brewer] credit, I felt totally safe on the set [of Black Snake Moan] . And because I felt safe, Sam[L.Jackson] had to protect me. He got upset at all the physical stuff Craig wanted me to do. When I start doing stuff like that, all the screaming and running, I kinda go out of my head. I'm not necessarily in my own body anymore.
Although we do come from a silent profession, it is important for us to verbalize what we want to say. (As I tell my students): you could love someone all your life, but if you never say it how are they going to know? There comes a point when you have to say what you mean, which makes you scream louder when you dance.
Every time you are tempted to react in the same old way, ask if you want to be a prisoner of the past or a pioneer of the future.
I could sit and watch nature documentaries with Jenks and the kids the rest of the night if I wanted. And trust me, watching a dozen pixies scream as a crocodile chomped on a zebra was something not to be missed. They invariably cheered for the crocodile, not the zebra.
I don't want to go with the smooth skin and the calm brow.
I hope I end up a blithering idiot cursing the sun - hallucinating, screaming, giving obscene and inane lectures on street corners and public parks.
I want to see thirst In the syllables, Tough fire In the sound;
Feel through the dark For the scream.
Never let the thing you want make you forget the things you have.
I don't want to scream 'Immigrant Song' every night for the rest of my life, and I'm not sure I could.
I knew I wanted to work with Brad [Falchuk] and Ian [Brennan] again on something comedic, and we are having a blast writing SCREAM QUEENS. We hope to create a whole new genre - comedy-horror - and the idea is for every season to revolve around two female leads.
And she keeps saying, how can you do this to me? And i want to scream, what do you mean, how can I do this to you? Aren't we confusing our pronouns here? The question, really, is How could I do this to myself?
If you want light to come into your life, you need to stand where it is shining.
They want to be tied up, I tie them up.
They want to be spanked, I spank them. They want to be called names, I call them names. But try and drink a little of their blood, and they scream like babies. What about my needs?
I know there's no heaven. I know it all turns to nothingness. But I fear there will be some remnant of me left within that void. Left conscious by some random fluke. Something that will scream out for this. That one speck of my soul will still exist and be left trapped and wanting. For you. For the light. For anything.
When I die, I want to go peacefully like my Grandfather did -- in his sleep.
Not yelling and screaming like the passengers in his car.
Everything in your life is a reflection of a choice you have made. If you want a different result, make a different choice.
If I want people to be empathetic to my struggle - they don't see hate crimes at the mosque, they don't see people screaming at their cousins, brothers, or sisters who wear a hijab to "go back to your country" - I have to do the same.
I just want to scream: "I'm being honest, I swear!" Maybe it's embarrassing, but I don't care anymore.
you have to realize the white-supremacy boys are spoiled children.
'I want my way,' they scream, and like all spoiled children, they advance no justification for it except that it is their way.
If you want to improve you self-worth, stop giving other people the calculator.
Making a decision to be a public figure isn't their choice right now.
I don't think it's fair. Even though they're beautiful and I love them, they haven't made that decision yet. I've been chased through airports with a screaming baby because the photographers are ruthless, and they want the picture.
It's just I might get distracted, and I get lost kind of easily, and sometimes I have really bad days...when, you know, I just want to hide or scream or bleed or something, and...all that...
Everybody loves a hero. People line up for them, cheer them, scream their names. And, years later tell how they stood for hours in the cold rain just to catch a glimpse of the one who taught them to hold on a second longer. I believe there's a hero in all of us who keeps us honest, gives us strength, makes us noble, and finally allows us to die with pride, even though sometimes we have to be steady, and give up the thing we want the most. Even our dreams.
They mustn't know my despair, I can't let them see the wounds which they have caused, I couldn't bear their sympathy and their kind-hearted jokes, it would only make me want to scream all the more. If I talk, everyone thinks I'm showing off; when I'm silent they think I'm ridiculous; rude if I answer, sly if I get a good idea, lazy if I'm tired, selfish if I eat a mouthful more than I should, stupid, cowardly, crafty, etc. etc.
When I first became famous, I didn't know if I could go where I wanted to because I didn't know how people were going to act. Some folks would scream and holler, and I didn't know what to do with that.