#brad

In public, you’re Joss Butler. Cool, self-possessed. In bed, you’re Jocelyn Butler—you’re hot, babe. Uncontrolled. Needy. Sweet,” he breathed. “I like that I know that. I don’t like the fact that other men do too. ↗

— Samantha Young

#possessive #sexy #men

How men envy and often hate these warm clocks, these wives, who know they will live forever. So what do we do? We men turn terribly mean, because we can't hold to the world or ourselves or anything. We are blind to continuity, all breaks down, falls, melts, stops, rots, or runs away. So, since we cannot shape Time, where does that leave men? Sleepless. Staring. ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#ray-bradbury #time #women #men

I was on Facebook. I'm not anymore, but my sister always sends pictures to a page. I'm sure you can find a Bradley Cooper there. ↗

— Bradley Cooper

#anymore #bradley #cooper #facebook #find

Being a Brady comes with it's pleasures and its baggage. I'm not one given to a lack of privacy and invasion. ↗

— Christopher Knight

#being #brady #comes #given #i

Look, a lot of women would be turned off with hearing me say how hot I think Brad Pitt is! Know what I mean? So I probably don't help my cause. ↗

— Ryan Seacrest

#brad pitt #cause #hearing #help #hot

I had wanted to be a regular character on a series for a while. 'The Brady Bunch' was an answer to a prayer. ↗

— Susan Olsen

#brady #bunch #character #had #i

My love is such that rivers cannot quench ↗

— Anne Bradstreet

#hyperbaton #love #sex #love

You’re much too beautiful for tears. ↗

— Laura Miller

#butterfly-weeds #love #beauty

A lot of things should have been, Zigmund, but they aren’t. Are you going to be miserable about the things you cannot change, or do something about the things you can? ↗

— Melika Dannese Lux

#corcitura #decisions #determination #either-or #fate

Ask me, then, if I believe in the spirit of the things as they were used, and I'll say yes. They're all here. All the things which had uses. All the mountains which had names. And we'll never be able to use them without feeling uncomfortable. And somehow the mountains will never sound right to us; we'll give them new names, but the old names are there, somewhere in time, and the mountains were shaped and seen under those names. The names we'll give to the canals and mountains and cities will fall like so much water on the back of a mallard. No matter how we touch Mars, we'll never touch it. And then we'll get mad at it, and you know what we'll do? We'll rip it up, rip the skin off, and change it to fit ourselves. ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#the-martian-chronicles #change