#chill

Achilles was like a rock star of his day so it made sense to have Brad Pitt playing him. ↗

— Wolfgang Petersen

#brad #brad pitt #day #him #his

It is well to remember that the stomach governs the world," wrote Churchill when planning the feeding of his troops on the north-west Indian frontier at the tail-end of the nineteenth century. ↗

— Cita Stelzer

#food #world-war-ii #food

All the nut eaters and food faddists I have ever known, died early after a long period of senile decay - Winston Churchill ↗

— Stuart Finlay

#winston-churchill #ww #business

Hunt seemed similarly indifferent to the show, his head inclined toward hers, his gaze locked on her face. Though his breathing remained soft and disciplined, it seemed to her that its rhythm had changed ever so slightly. Annabelle moistened her dry lips. “You …you mustn’t stare at me like that.” Soft as the murmur was, he caught it. “With you here, nothing else is worth looking at. ↗

— Lisa Kleypas

#change

The horrors of the Second World War, the chilling winds of the Cold War and the crushing weight of the Iron Curtain are little more than fading memories. Ideals that once commanded great loyalty are now taken for granted. ↗

— Jan Peter Balkenende

#cold #cold war #commanded #crushing #curtain

I've watched a lot of guys through the years, and they hold their breath until they finally win The Big One, thinking then they can exhale and chill out. You have to breathe through life, man. Have fun. ↗

— Lee Haney

#breath #breathe #chill #chill out #finally

I'm glad that I'm being acclaimed as an actor. Today, when my hard work has paid off I can chill out about it. ↗

— Akshay Kumar

#actor #being #chill #chill out #glad

Churchill was one of the few men I have met who even in the flesh give me the impression of genius. George Bernard Shaw is another. It is amusing to know that each thinks the other is overrated. ↗

— David Low

#another #bernard #churchill #each #even

I need to listen to chill music when I'm driving. It prevents road rage. ↗

— Aaron Paul

#driving #i #listen #music #need

My first sight of the fabled warrior was a surprise. He was not a mighty-thewed giant, like Ajax. His body was not broad and powerful, as Odysseos'. He seemed small, almost boyish, his bare arms and legs slim and virtually hairless. His chin was shaved clean, and the ringlets of his long black hair were tied up in a silver chain. He wore a splendid white silk tunic, bordered with a purple key design, cinched at the waist with a belt of interlocking gold crescents... His face was the greatest shock. Ugly, almost to the point of being grotesque. Narrow beady eyes, lips curled in a perpetual snarl, a sharp hook of a nose, skin pocked and cratered... A small ugly boy born to be a king... A young man possessed with fire to silence the laughter, to stifle the taunting. His slim arms and legs were iron-hard, knotted with muscle. His dark eyes were absolutely humourless. There was no doubt in my mind that he could outfight Odysseos or even powerful Ajax on sheer willpower alone. ↗

— Ben Bova

#the-trojan-war #design