#hearing

The new critique you're gonna start hearing about James Franco, is 'He's spreading himself too thin.' ↗

— James Franco

#critique #franco #gonna #hearing #himself

People like to make fun of the fans who camp out but people have renaissance fairs; people do Civil War re-enactments; people do what they like. I'm tired of hearing people rage on the fans. If you don't like 'Twilight,' don't buy a ticket. ↗

— Anna Kendrick

#camp #civil #civil war #fairs #fans

I have the rare privilege of talking to my dad every night at 10 p.m. and hearing about what he did that day. ↗

— Vanessa Kerry

#dad #day #did #every #every night

I'm seeing and hearing lots of B to B instruments, and everybody isn't, you know, using them... a lot of these guys are trying to do it on conventional guitars, although that has its own sound, and maybe its okay. ↗

— John Sebastian

#conventional #everybody #guitars #guys #hearing

Of all the haunting moments of motherhood, few rank with hearing your own words come out of your daughter's mouth. ↗

— Victoria Secunda

#daughter #few #haunting #hearing #moments

Hearing nuns' confessions is like being stoned to death with popcorn. ↗

— Fulton J. Sheen

#confessions #death #hearing #like #nuns

Twitter is fun because it lets me stay in touch with all my original readers who grew up with my books. I love hearing from readers instantly on Twitter. ↗

— R. L. Stine

#books #fun #grew #hearing #i

I thank Heaven every summer's day of my life, that my lot was humbly cast within the hearing of romping brooks, and beneath the shadow of oaks. ↗

— Donald G. Mitchell

#brooks #cast #day #every #hearing

Jim had spent most of his life alone. The solitary nature of his disability and the constant moving had made it difficult for him to make friends. With his mother’s death, his last connection to a person was severed. He existed in Broughton like a ghost, doing his odd jobs, too silent for anyone to notice. ↗

— Bonnie Dee

#bonnie-dee #jim #death

All of a sudden, she was there, breaking away from the little group of women and running toward him. She raced across the space between them and threw her arms around his neck. The force of her body knocked him back a few steps as she wrapped around him like a trumpet vine on a cornstalk. He regained his footing and snaked his arms around her, holding her close. His exhaustion disappeared in a moment, erased by the incredible fact that Catherine was in his arms right here on the street in front of half the town, lifting her face to kiss him. He couldn’t refuse her offer and bent his head to cover her soft lips with his. The heat and pressure of her mouth took away all the residual anxiety and fear still floating in him and filled him with wild elation instead. After several long minutes of feasting on her mouth like a starving man, he pulled away and his eyes opened. Her tear-streaked face filled his vision. His stomach dropped. Why was she crying? What had happened to her? He was aware of the crowd of people around them. Glancing up, he saw many eyes focused on him and Catherine, mouths talking, expressions of surprise and shock. He let go of her and stepped back, although it was far too late to protect her reputation. Catherine cupped his face, drawing his attention back to her, and her lips were moving. “…don’t you? Never again!” She frowned and signed as she spoke. “Never! Understand? I love you.” Her graceful hands made the love sign, which looked as though she was offering her heart to him. At last Jim realized she was upset with him for putting himself in danger. If he’d doubted that she cared, those doubts evaporated under the force of her fury. He nodded and promised. ↗

— Bonnie Dee

#bonnie-dee #catherine #jim #love