#juliette

In my first movie, That Night, with Juliette Lewis, I had a scene with two other girls where we applied a cream to our chests to make our breasts grow. I was 10. ↗

— Eliza Dushku

#breasts #chests #cream #first #grow

Every night, my love. All nights are yours. ↗

— Tiffany Reisz

#kingsley-edge #love

I want to be the friend you fall hopelessly in love with. The one you take into your arms and into your bed and into the private world you keep trapped in your head. I want to be that kind of friend," he says. "The one who will memorise the things you say as well as the shape of your lips when you say them. I want to know every curve, every freckle, every shiver of your body, Juliette- ↗

— Tahereh Mafi

#tahereh-mafi #unravel-me #love

The attentions of Wilkie Mackenzie were a conquest, an aspiration, a dream. The fresh memory of all those women, batting their eyelashes coquettishly, it boiled in my veins. One in particular. And Wilkie looked almost amused, now that his own jealousy had eased. “Are you jealous, my love? ↗

— Juliette Miller

#juliette-miller #roses #wilkie #dreams

Ah, Ms. Ferrars. I don't know what you hope to accomplish by sitting in the corner. ↗

— Tahereh Mafi

#juliette #accomplishments

He smiles a small smile. His lips twitch like he's trying not to laugh. His eyes soften as they study my own. "There's very little I wouldn't do for you. ↗

— Tahereh Mafi

#adam

The big difference with Juliette and the others in that film is that she goes beyond acting. ↗

— Olivier Martinez

#beyond #big #big difference #difference #film

The beauty of his face, artfully shadowed and lit from the fading firelight, it fairly stunned me. ↗

— Juliette Miller

#juliette-miller #roses #wilkie #art

Are you kidding?” I stop in the middle of the kitchen. Spin around. My face is pulled together in disbelief. “You’ve spoken to me maybe once in the two weeks I’ve been here. I hardly even notice you anymore.” “Okay, hold up,” he says, turning to block my path. “We both know there’s no way you haven’t noticed all of this” — he gestures to himself — “so if you’re trying to play games with me, I should let you know up front that it’s not going to work.” “What?” I frown. “What are you talking abou—” “You can’t play hard to get, kid.” He raises an eyebrow. “I can’t even touch you. Takes ‘hard to get’ to a whole new level, if you know what I mean.” “Oh my God,” I mouth, eyes closed, shaking my head. “You are insane.” He falls to his knees. “Insane for your sweet, sweet love! ↗

— Tahereh Mafi

#kenji #love

I had gotten so used to the taste of rain that I forgot what the sun tasted like. Bittersweet. ↗

— Ana Patrick

#juliette-monroe #rain #inspirational