impression

I was an English major at the University of Minnesota, and I was very shy, which many people misinterpreted as intelligence. On the basis of that wrong impression, I became the editor of the campus literary magazine.

Expressive speech, with modulation in pitch and volume, and a minimum of noticeable pauses, boosts credibility and enhances the impression of intelligence.

My first public impression was my French teacher, Derek Swift.

My aim in painting has always been the most exact transcription possible of my most intimate impression of nature.

One lived in the impression that nobody could ever compete with the 'Nutcracker' or 'A Christmas Carol.'

Some religious guys in sports give the impression, 'I've got something you don't have.'

A novel is an impression, not an argument; and there the matter must rest.

Impression forms opinion, opinion deforms truth!

*You only get one chance to make a first impression.* Ah, whatever!!! Who said you get three chances to make the second impression?!!

There is nothing that I so greatly admire as purposefulness. I have an enormous respect for people who know exactly what they are doing and where they are going. Such people are compact and integrated. They have clear edges. They give an impression of invulnerability and balance, and I wish I were one of them.

Expensive clothing is a poor man__ attempt to appear prosperous.

Under stress, they seek composure above all. But they do not find equanimity.

But, of course, what is up on Facebook is her edited life.

Extravagant sartorial display had a purpose. It created the impression of wealth and power on the opponent and pride in the wearer which has been lost sight of in our nervously egalitarian times.

A push-up bra is to a woman__ chest _ what 'breathing-in' is to a man__ stomach.

When I first met Cara, she was twelve and angry at the world. Her parents had split up, her brother was gone, and her mom was infatuated with some guy who was missing vowels in his unpronounceable last name. So I did what any other man in that situation would do: I came armed with gifts. I bought her things that I thought a twelve-year-old would love: a poster of Taylor Lautner, a Miley Cyrus CD, nail polish that glowed in the dark. "I can't wait for the next Twilight movie," I babbled, when I presented her with the gifts in front of Georgie. "My favorite song on the CD is 'If We Were a Movie.' And I almost went with glitter nail polish, but the salesperson said this is much cooler, especially with Halloween coming up."Cara looked at her mother and said, without any judgment, "I think your boyfriend is gay.

Here too it__ masquerade, I find: As everywhere, the dance of mind.I grasped a lovely masked procession,And caught things from a horror show_I__ gladly settle for a false impression,If it would last a little longer, though.

I believed that it might be pulling these different impressions of itself from my mind and projecting them back at me, as a form of camouflage. To thwart the biologist in me, to frustrate the logic left in me.