Heather Graham Quotes

When you're playing a character, I think it's always better not to judge that character.

When the cougar stalks by night, the hunted must become the hunter.

A man can be 43, and people will say, 'Oh, he's a cool bachelor, and he just hasn't settled down,' but with a woman, it's, 'Oh, she must have really wanted to get married, but she didn't.' I honestly think that attitude is a little bit sexist.

Yeah, 'Feed the Dog' is just a really fun, teenage movie with Nat Wolff and Selena Gomez and all these other great people. It's just so silly-funny, and my character's super-fun.

I basically think that I'm a fairly nice, normal person with just a few eccentricities.

It hurts so good and I feel euphoric after ... yoga people on a whole are super cool and everyone is there to work on their own thing.

If he can't kiss you like that, sweetheart, don't marry him.

I warned you before not to marry him if he couldn't kiss you as I did. Now I can warn you that you'll never have anything like you had tonight with him. Not in a thousand years, Kiernan.

I'm a big fan of moisturisers. Sometimes I'll just buy a night-time nourishing cream from The Body Shop, and sometimes I'll splurge on Creme de la Mer. I also love the Alba Botanica range.

I think the Olsen twins' line, The Row, has some cool stuff. And I'm kind of obsessed with a clothing line called Stop Staring. It has a lot of vintage-type dresses that are retro '40s and '50s inspired.

It's good to be able to be a leading lady, to be a romantic lead, to play opposite people who are talented, and charismatic and stuff.

Ah, hell, we all thought she was the hottest thing since fire had been invented

As I live and breath. The master is returned from parts unknown."
"Hi, Madame," Max said, planting a kiss on the woman's cheek.

I'm not actually a mom in real life, so it's fun to pretend to be one. I like to approach things the same in art as in life. You can choose to look on the positive side and enjoy whatever roles you're given. You can find the silver lining in anything.

I practice transcendental meditation and there is a phase where you're meant to lift off the ground.

Where are you going?" she asked him. "Somewhere beautiful," he said. "Where all wars cease, where God sees goodness, not religion. Where the grass is as ever green as that I knew in Eire.

Hello, Miss Mackay. It's been a while, hasn't it? But then, a man never knows quite when he'll run into you, eh, Kiernan?

There's always a calm before the storm...

I'd rather look old than look as if I'd had plastic surgery. Sometimes it looks really fake; all people can think about when they look at you is that you've had plastic surgery.

Whenever I meet people who seem really sweet and unassuming, I kind of wonder about them.

I like doing yoga. I do yoga three times a week and I do Pilates twice.

But just as natural disaster brought out the best in some people, it brought out the worst in others.

Lord knows
and we both know
that too many wrongs have been committed in the name of religion ... But you're not here in the name of religion. Religion is an organization. Faith is within ... Catholic, cattolico
it means universal. Too often we forget that.

In my own life, I've written scripts that I want to direct, so I would love to take my own creativity in a way where I could tell my own story. That does inspire me, the idea of becoming a director.

Gosh, it's so fun to do a movie where there's nothing dark happening in it.

The dead bodies I saw all stayed that way. ( ... ) Death is usually ugly, but always complete.

If he ever changes his stance on something, it's because he's received new information.

There are less opportunities for women.

She stared across the table at him and shook her head. "You work for Emil Landon." "Actually, you've worked for him longer than I have. I've only just been hired by the man." "Because he thinks he's in danger," Jessy said flatly. "Yes." "What do you think?" "I don't know what to think yet," Dillon told her truthfully. "I'm trying to find out more about the man. There are a lot of rumors, but if

I think it might be nice to date someone not in the business.

The baby. Deep, deep inside of her the baby was moving. It was just a flutter. So curious. So light. Then it came again. She gasped. "What is it?" He was over her instantly. She shook her head. "The baby." "My God!" His voice was harsh, rasping. "Is it all right? Did - " "No, no! It's fine. He's moving! I can feel the baby. It's so strange!" His palm moved over her abdomen. "I can't feel it!" he said. She shook her head again. The darkness cast shadows over them both. "No, you can't feel him, not yet. It's just inside. I think it takes time to feel the movement from the outside. But - oh, there again! He's alive, he's moving, he's kicking, he's ... " "He's what?" Jeremy said. His palm still lay gently against her flesh. "He's real!" she breathed. "He's real, he's going to be born, he's going to live.

He's got so much drugs and alcohol in him right now that about the only thing I could order him to do and expect a response on would be to smile.

Taking a step forward, he opened the glass door. She looked at him and waited.
"I told you, I need to shower, too."
"There is another shower."
"But you're not in it."
He was startled to see her smile. Then her smile faded and a little shudder rippled through her. She backed up, inviting him in. He stripped in seconds and followed her.
"Shampoo?" she offered.
"That would be good."
"On your head?" she asked.
"Where else?"
"Should I show you?

Don't cry about what you see that you don't like, work at it.

Well now, darlin'," he drawled softly, and those eyes of his raked over her thoroughly with laughter, humor, and something else. Then his eyes landed upon her own. "You've grown up while I've been away.

I think Korean barbecue is very accessible to Americans because it's sort of similar to something we know, but with different flavours.

I'd like to think I could do something great - a performance like Meryl Streep's in 'Sophie's Choice' - at some point in my life. At the same time, though, I don't want to put too much pressure on myself to be great.

I admire those people who hold on to their elegance in old age but I'd rather have fun.

That's like a fairy-tale princess in a patrol car, huh? But hey, even, Disney princesses are toughening up these days. We're all capable of many things, right?

I wish that there were more female driven films, female-centric films being made.

There are idiots in every crowd.

I do have the roller skates from 'Boogie Nights.'

Courage is being afraid - and going ahead, anyway.

I am a bit of a Valley girl, so I say 'you know' and 'like' too much.

God is my witness, Christ is my judge, life is to live, and living, love.

I've learnt to take care of myself.

Each man follows his own path - his own destiny, if you will. And only he is responsible for the choice.

Oh, Lord, she thought. This was crazy. She was being haunted by one ghost and guarded by another.

Daniel grinned. "Do something!" he told Jesse. "Marry her, before she does decide to marry Anthony Miller.

Kelsey was up there, and she was devastated. Holding it together,

Dave and Kathy went shopping to buy all the stuff that their baby would need. It was like a great big celebration going on to welcome the new member of the family. Time

I was taught to be demure, so it was harder for me to learn how to stand up for myself and go, 'What do I want? What are my desires?'

If we feel guilt, if we believe it in our own minds, that's what's true to us.

I sleep as much as I want. I'll sleep, like, 11 hours, unless I'm working. Sometimes I do feel like, 'This is weird; I should just get up so I can fit into the world.' Then I'm like, 'Why?' I don't have a nine-to-five job.

The funny thing is, I look at these magazines that make me so insecure and neurotic, but I'm in them!

I remember when we were shooting 'Boogie Nights,' all of my stand-ins were wiping out all the time. I'd practice before I got to the set, but they'd just show up and put on the roller-skates, and they'd be skating over these wires and cables, so they would all fall over. It was totally dangerous.

I don't need to try so hard to be someone else.

I think if you're an actor you kind of have to be willing to look stupid.

A man's religious choice didn't matter in the least if it was his path to decency and remembering his fellow man.

Callie stared at Daniel. "Bastard!" she hissed. He smiled serenely. His grip was still upon her and he pulled her close, whispering. "The bastard you are about to promise to love, honor, and obey." "I don't love you." "I'm merely shooting for two out of three, and the last two will do nicely.

I hurt your feelings before. But then, I don't think you were lacking in self-confidence. You must know that you're beautiful. Your hair is so golden and you have the bearing of a young Venus. Kristen, it isn't you. It's me. I haven't got any emotion left. I haven't got what you need, what you want. Damn it, don't you understand? I want you. I'm made out of flesh and blood and whatever else it is that God puts into men. I want you. Now. Hell, I could have wanted you right after I ripped another man away from you. I'm no better than he is, not really. Don't you understand?

I'd rather be happily single than unhappily married.

As a kid, I read 'Peter Pan,' and I really wanted to be him.

The ultimate fun is doing nothing. I like doing nothing with people I like - maybe just eating, hanging out and talking.

I work out a lot and I do yoga and I do Pilates and I'm kind of athletic. I've taken dance classes, but at the same point I'm just a total klutz.

It would be nice if I did have a good relationship with my family, and yes, part of me longs to have a mum and dad who love and accept me for who I am. But if they never do, it's OK.

I hate you, Jesse!" she reminded him. To her surprise, he smiled a slow, anguished, crooked smile. "I know," he said, and added very softly, "and I still love you.

I like the idea of a family, but I don't know that I'd like to be a single mum.

lately. It's a bitch, huh?" "Yeah, it's a bitch.

One more thing, Callie," he called after her. He was stripping off his dirty frock coat, watching her. "What?" "I don't call any man property - you know that we freed all of our slaves." "Yes, you told me." He smiled. "Well, I just want you to know that I do consider a wife a man's property. You'll be mine." "We'll just have to see, won't we?" Callie said sweetly in reply.

The truth was always out there, you just had to find it.

Along our chosen paths, we all meet up with demons. We must meet them, and battle them, even when they are nothing but mist in the night.

It wasn't a lack of attraction to her husband that caused her problems. It was life. It was traffic. It was the Miami Dade Water and Sewer bills, it was trying to get ahead, and trying to be on time. Petty little thing, but zillions of them fused together.

Really, Mrs. Michaelson, I have been attacked by swords and cannons and guns, but I am weary still, and haven't the heart to defend myself from a soup ladle!

Redheads were always trouble.

The world is not always ours to understand....

All right, McCauley. Just what the hell are you doing in bed with my sister? I need an explanation, and a good one!" "There's a damned good one," he said lightly, addressing Jesse but his eyes narrowing on Daniel. "She's my wife.

Lie really could be construed as the art of illusion by some people.

Well, I have come back, angel. And I'm very anxious to pick up right where I left off. Let's see, where was that? Your bedroom, I believe. Ah, that's right. Your bed. And let's see, just how were we situated?

What about Caleb? Shouldn't you wait 'til he

I definitely like not working sometimes. It's so fun. I just love sleeping in. In America, everyone is driven to succeed and wake up and do something. But I don't care. I want to sleep in. I want to relax. I don't want to have to get up every day.

I love you, Callie. The war is over, but" - He smiled, a crooked, rueful, tender smile - "my life is just beginning," he told her.

I've been evaluating how much I value happiness in my life. To be too driven takes away your happiness.

He bracketed his waist with his hands and took a deep breath. "The truth is I didn't want to see you or even talk to you until I was me again."
Stunned, she dropped the fork back into her salad bowl. "I'm not sure I'm following," she said cautiously but she knew what he meant. He wanted her to see him when they talked…his face.
He leaned forward, braced his hands on her desk. She inhaled the clean, slightly citrusy scent that was uniquely Joe Hennessey. Her gaze roved his face. Every detail was just as it was before.
Damn she was good.
Elizabeth blinked. Chastised herself for staring. Since he hadn't answered her question he'd obviously paused to take notice of her staring.
She cleared her throat and squared her shoulders. "You're going to have to explain what you mean, Agent Hennessey."
"Don't play games with me, Elizabeth," he warned, those blue eyes glinting with what some might consider intimidation. But she knew him better now. That was his predatory gleam. And she was his prey…he wanted her.
"Really, Hennessey, you should be more specific."
"I love you, Elizabeth. I can't sleep. I can't eat. I miss you. I need to be with you."
I…I…I, was this all about him? Let him sweat for a bit.
She shrugged indifferently. "I've been sleeping fine." She glanced at the food in front of her. "Eating fine as well."
He straightened, threw up his hands. "What do you want me to do? Beg?"
That could work, she mused wickedly.

I thought you'd run because of me, Mrs. Miller, like you did before. I won't mind your being around. I'll enjoy it. You're the one who promised never to suffer life with a Yank, remember?

Sometimes, when the sun is shining, it's daytime,"Robert snapped.
"And sometimes, when it's dark, it's because there's an eclispe,"Leslie snapped back.

I'm a good Catholic girl in the way that Madonna is. In the sense that I'm not that good at all.

I think you have to be honest and not try to be somebody that you really aren't.

He says that he saw you first. That by right, you are his captive. He says that Buffalo Run really has no right to you, that he has pampered you, that he has scorned the Comanche ways. He says that you should be his slave, and that he intends to take you.

Wildlife is just that --- wild life.

Blind faith isn't always a good thing.

I took karate classes for a few years. Taekwondo. I'd love to do a movie role where I could do some karate.

Nothing mattered to him about a person other than what was inside them.

Say it, Christa! Dammit, was I imagining things, or did you say that you loved me?" "I - " She paused. "I said it!" she whispered. "And you meant it?" She lowered her gaze and then her head. "I meant it.

You married me, Christa. Marriage! It was a serious step. I warned you. As the saying goes, madam, you've made your bed. You're going to lie in it. You understand what I mean, Christa. I know you do.

A woman scorned," he repeated. "Is deadly. Deadly, deadly...dead.

I just try to take the best opportunities that I can get.

Evil is done by the living.

He caught her arm. "I'm sorry," he whispered. His blue eyes were intent upon hers. "For I will love you the rest of my life.

Heavens no, Mrs. Miller. It's war, and I have managed to send men into battle. But I'm a merciful commander - I wouldn't dream of sending them in after you." "Then I'm staying." "Maybe not. I didn't say that I wouldn't come in after you myself.