#ella

A fella who accepts himself and is relaxed into who he is - that appeals to people. ↗

— Jeff Bridges

#appeals #fella #himself #into #people

I am not feeling any better because I cannot stay in bed, having constant cause for walking. They say I leave at night by the window of my tower, hanging from a red umbrella with which I set fire to the forest! ↗

— Camille Claudel

#any #because #bed #better #cannot

Born in a cellar... and living in a garret. ↗

— Samuel Foote

#cellar #living

I looked it at like this way. To get folks to like you, as a screen player I mean, I figured you had to sort of be their ideal. I don't mean a handsome knight riding a white horse, but a fella who answered the description of a right guy. ↗

— Gary Cooper

#description #fella #figured #folks #get

She turned suddenly, and before I could react, framed my face with her hands and pressed her lips to mine. I froze, mostly in shock, but after a moment my body uncoiled and I closed my eyes, relaxing into her. I remembered this; the feel of her lips on mine, cool and soft, the touch of her fingers on my skin. I remembered her scent, those long nights when we would lie under the cold, frozen stars, dreaming in each other’s arms. For a second, my body reacted instinctively. I started to pull us closer, to wrap my arms around her and return the kiss with equal passion…but, then I stopped. I remembered this perfectly; every shining moment with Ariella was forever etched into my mind. What we’d had, what we’d shared, everything. I’d built a shrine to her in my memories, carefully tended with grief and anger and regret. I knew every inch of our relationship, the passion, the feeling of emptiness when we weren’t together, the longing and, yes, the love. I had been in love with Ariella. I remembered what she’d meant to me once, what I’d felt for her then… …and what I didn’t feel for her now. ↗

— Julie Kagawa

#ash #forgotten-feelings #kiss #love #anger

I write in that space between Ella's childhood and mine. I know it all sounds a bit sinister. ↗

— Carol Ann Duffy

#bit #childhood #ella #i #i write

There was a stool there, and some fella kept asking me if I wanted to sit down. When I saw the stool sitting there, it gave me the idea. I'll just put the stool out there and I'll talk to Mr. Obama and ask him why he didn't keep all of the promises he made to everybody. ↗

— Clint Eastwood

#asking #down #everybody #fella #gave

I'm not a happy-ending person. I want to know what happens once Cinderella rides off with Prince Charming. ↗

— Melissa Joan Hart

#cinderella #happens #i #know #off

I have a fondness for jazz, particularly for jazz singers, Billie Holiday and Ella Fitzgerald all the way through the Sinatra era. ↗

— Bob Iger

#billie holiday #ella #ella fitzgerald #era #fitzgerald

I ain't afraid to tell the world that it didn't take school stuff to help a fella play ball. ↗

— Shoeless Joe Jackson

#ball #fella #help #i #play