#addicted

If you become addicted and a junkie, well, that's your fault. ↗

— Adam Jones

#become #fault #junkie #well #you

Acting is really only part of my life. I'm addicted to it. ↗

— Blythe Danner

#addicted #i #life #my life #only

In a world addicted to speed, I blur the moments into one unholy smear. ↗

— Ann Voskamp

#blur #life #smear #speed #unholy

She glared at him through tear-filled eyes. “You talk of your pain? You cannot even begin to understand the sacrifice I have made. I gave away a piece of myself, my soul! But I did it out of love, never think otherwise. I made the choice to live my life without her because I knew in my heart she would be better off without me and I could not bear to know that a life created out of such perfect love would be forced to live with the ugly truth of her birth. I thought,” she sobbed, breaking down before him. “I thought…I did the right thing. ↗

— Charlotte Featherstone

#anais #charlotte-featherstone #lindsay #life

There are some people so addicted to exaggeration that they can't tell the truth without lying. ↗

— Josh Billings

#exaggeration #lying #people #some #some people

Life without oil, in fact, would be so different that it is frightening to contemplate. We are addicted, and it is no comfortable addiction. ↗

— James Buchan

#addiction #comfortable #contemplate #different #fact

From what I've been able to determine, many of our big stars are addicted to tobacco. They want to smoke in movies for the same reason I smoked as I wrote, which is that they think their performance is going to be better. ↗

— Joe Eszterhas

#addicted #been #better #big #determine

Our ministry also supports orphanages in the U.S. and overseas, thousands of poor children in Latin America, drug centers for addicted men, and a drug center in Israel. ↗

— David Wilkerson

#also #america #center #centers #children

No one could reach Amy Winehouse before it was too late. Can anyone reach Washington before it's too late? Both addicted - same fate? ↗

— Billy Long

#amy #anyone #before #both #could

She had his dark hair, his lashes, and from the glimpse he had, she bore his eyes, as well. But the shape of her face, a perfect oval, was her mother’s. She had Anais’s cheeks. Anais’s lovely mouth and proud chin. He kissed her chin, feeling the softest of fluttering against his cheek—baby’s breath. There was nothing sweeter than the feel of an innocent child’s breath against one’s cheek—nothing more wondrous than knowing that the baby was your own flesh and blood. Mina stretched against him, yawning widely and throwing her arms up wide alongside her head. He laughed through his tears and reached for her little fist and brought it to his mouth, kissing her with such love he thought he would die of it. “You will consume me, little Mina, just as your mother has.” -Linsay to his infant daughter. ↗

— Charlotte Featherstone

#charlotte-featherstone #lindsay #love