#anti

My looks are other peoples' problem because I don't have to look at myself. ↗

— Gerry Burnie

#romantic

He who matures early lives in anticipation. ↗

— Theodor Adorno

#early #lives #matures #who

We've never been anti-Semitic. ↗

— Mahmoud Ahmadinejad

#been #never

You know what, the jacket’s like the car.” "“Is this a riddle?” " , "“No,” Peabody said as Eve swiped the master.","“It’s an", "ordinary thing—well, special, but a jacket, right? And the car, it’s ordinary, it even looks it. But both of them have the special inside. Cop special especially, you know? He so gets you. That’s even better than a just-because present.”", "“You’re right. He does. And it is.” Inside, Eve paused another moment. “He’s worried about me.”", [J.D. Robb, Celebrity In Death] ↗

— J.D. Robb

#death

I plant a lot of trees. I am a great believer in planting things for future generations. I loathe the now culture where you just live for today. ↗

— Penelope Keith

#am #believer #culture #future #future generations

In my own work, I've tried to anticipate what's coming over the horizon, to hasten its arrival, and to apply it to people's lives in a meaningful way. ↗

— Paul Allen

#apply #arrival #coming #hasten #horizon

Dear God, you are beautiful. I tried to forget, to pretend I did not need you, but it was no use. You haunt my waking hours and my dreams, and though I know if I stay with you my soul my soul will be lost and my life damned, I cannot stay away, nor can I put you from me. So come and let me drown in your bewitching angel’s eyes. Some things bought dearly are worth the price. ↗

— Jennifer Blake

#beauty

Yet, much of what lies beneath the ocean's surface remains a mystery, and our nation continues to rely on a confused, antiquated system of ocean governance. ↗

— Tom Allen

#beneath #confused #continues #governance #lies

I was also the romantic lead in The Boston Strangler - I was the only one that lived to tell the story - so I called myself the romantic lead. ↗

— Sally Kellerman

#boston #called #i #lead #lived

Are you all right,” he whispered, his lips brushing the tips of my spiky hair. Granted, I knew he was only being discreet so as to save poor Hillary from being reamed again, but my knees didn’t know the difference. They betrayed me, buckling under his hot breath on my ear and the deep whisper that tickled my senses. ↗

— Gwenn Wright

#family-saga #love #romance-love #romantic-suspense #young-adult