#jean

I am alone in this white, garden-rimmed street. Alone and free. But this freedom is rather like death. ↗

— Jean-Paul Sartre

#nausea #death

If there is a gay uniform, the differences are in how each man coordinates the details: the brand and cut of the jeans, the design of belts and boots, the haircut, the number and size of earrings. ↗

— Lance Loud

#boots #brand #coordinates #cut #design

At the after-party of the Indy 500, I'm usually wearing jeans and a tank top. ↗

— Danica Patrick

#indy #indy 500 #jeans #tank #top

I usually try on at least 20 pairs of jeans before I find something that looks good on me. And even then, I have a trustworthy friend tell me if my butt looks big! ↗

— Amanda Peet

#big #even #find #friend #good

I feel less pressure to dress youthfully. I'm 50 and everyone knows I'm 50 - who are you kidding? Jeans are my uniform. I have about 15 pairs. ↗

— Michelle Pfeiffer

#dress #everyone #feel #i #i feel

They have me singing in a reformatory. My singing would be enough to get me in, but I'd never be able to sing my way out. ↗

— David Stenn

#jean-harlow #singing #death

I hate wearing trousers and shoes. I wear jeans and sneakers most of the time. ↗

— Mark Webber

#i #jeans #most #shoes #sneakers

Auggie said you were too sentimental for your own good sometimes." Out loud he said, "Perhaps, but you have taught me that sentiment is not always a bad thing." I stared up at that impossibly beautiful face, and felt love swell up inside me like a physical force. It filled my body, swelling upward until it made my chest ache, my throat tighten, and my eyes burn. It sounded so stupid. But I loved him. Loved all of him, but loved him more because loving me had made him better. That he would say that I had taught him about being sentimental made me want to cry. Richard reminded me at every turn that I was bloodthirsty and cold. If that were true, then I couldn't have taught Jean-Claude about sentimentality. You can't learn, if you don't have it to teach. He kissed me. He kissed me softly, with one hand lost in the hair to the side of my face. He drew back and whispered, "I never thought to see that look upon your face, not for me." "I love you," I said, and touched his hand where it lay against my face. ↗

— Laurell K. Hamilton

#jean-claude #beauty

You can recognize survivors by their creativity. In soulful, insightful, gentle, and nurturing creations, they often express the inner beauty they brought out of childhood storms. ↗

— Jeanne McElvaney

#abuse-survivors #childhood-abuse #childhood-sexual-abuse #effects-of-child-abuse #harrietta-s-happenstance

Possibilities are a mysterious beauty. They tease us to explore while our inner child cheers because an adventure is waiting. ↗

— Jeanne McElvaney

#being-happy #change-your-life #gotospirit-com #jeanne-mcelvaney #life-purpose