A Quote by Chelsea Peretti

If you text 'I love you' and the person writes back an emoji - no matter what that emoji is, they don't love you back. — © Chelsea Peretti
If you text 'I love you' and the person writes back an emoji - no matter what that emoji is, they don't love you back.
I text nonstop, and I love emoji. I'm also on the phone quite a bit for work - probably more than 10 calls per day.
I am emoji-heavy as hell. I'd use the same emoji 140 times just to communicate how excited I am.
Where is the coffee emoji where is the coffee emoji aaaah yes in the bell section of course
If I scroll down my Instagram replies, the tenth one down features a racist emoji - which is not unusual. So I follow the protocol, which is to block the user and report the message under the category of 'hate speech and symbols.' Then I am told that an emoji with a monkey and a banana is not considered racist.
It's pretty satisfying to use an image when you don't have a great articulate response. And to be able to customize emoji? Imagine if you were a car enthusiast and you were able to create a car from scratch. That's what this is like for me. I'm an emoji enthusiast.
Oceans of emotion can be transmitted through a text message, an emoji sequence, and a winking semicolon, but humans are hardwired to respond to visuals.
I'm a human emoji.
Love the Lord your God, and love one another. Love one another as He loves. Love with strength and purpose and passion and no matter what comes against you. Don't weaken. Stand against the darkness, and love. That's the way back into Eden. That's the way back to life.
Poise is a word that seems to have slipped out of the lexicon. There's no emoji for it.
Go back, go back to sleep. Yes, you are allowed. You who have no Love in your heart, you can go back to sleep. The power of Love is exclusive to us, you can go back to sleep. I have been burnt by the fire of Love. You who have no such yearning in your heart, go back to sleep. The path of Love, has seventy-two folds and countless facets. Your love and religion is all about deceit, control and hypocrisy, go back to sleep. I have torn to pieces my robe of speech, and have let go of the desire to converse. You who are not naked yet, you can go back to sleep.
I can fluently speak five languages: English, emoji, sexting, sarcasm and sass.
My emoji vocabulary is pretty limited to, like, the smiling poop and the rainbow and a unicorn or something.
When you see anyone being targeted, support her or him with a positive comment or emoji.
The clothes I wear... that doesn't change. I love long dresses. I love velvet. I love high boots. I never change. I love the same eye make-up. I'm not a fad person. I still have everything I had then. That's one part of me... that's where my songs come from. There's a song on the new Fleetwood Mac album [Mirage] that says, 'Going back to the velvet underground/back to the floor that I love,' because I always put my bed on the floor. 'To a room with some lace and paper flowers/ back to the gypsy that I was.'
I'm a notorious late-night texter. I seem to use a lot of lip, heart, and tongue emoji.
The near enemy of love is attachment. Attachment masquerades as love. It says, “I will love this person because I need them.” Or, “I’ll love you if you’ll love me back. I’ll love you, but only if you will be the way I want.” This isn’t love at all - it is attachment - and attachment is rigid, it is very different from love.
This site uses cookies to ensure you get the best experience. More info...
Got it!