#linger

Lombardi, a certain magic still lingers in the very name. It speaks of duels in the snow and November mud... He remains for many the heart of pro football, pumping hard right now. ↗

— Steve Sabol

#football #hard #heart #lingers #magic

What lingers from the parent's individual past, unresolved or incomplete, often becomes part of her or his irrational parenting. ↗

— Virginia Satir

#her #his #incomplete #individual #irrational

Why hurry over beautiful things? Why not linger and enjoy them? ↗

— Clara Schumann

#beautiful things #enjoy #hurry #linger #over

Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers. ↗

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

#comes #knowledge #lingers

I trust the red sun setting, the leafless November trees. On Monday morning I look foward fearlessly to Friday’s eve. But humans are not as reliable as nature, as trees. I wonder if you’ll come back; I trust only that you leave. ↗

— Ellen Wittlinger

#first-love #hard-love #love

I'm just like any other person you can meet and greet on the street and like or not like. I'm not Holden or Humbert. You can really touch me! If you don't believe me, come to Aristod right now. Come hold and hump me! ↗

— Brian Celio

#humbert #humor #salinger #wordplay #humor

The scariest, most terrifying thing that I fear?" Yes." My Imagination." I thought you were going to say "Fear, itself." Then you have a small imagination." Roland and Eddie ↗

— Stephen King

#gunslinger #roland #the-dark-tower #imagination

The mark of the immature man is that he wants to die nobly for a cause, while the mark of the mature man is that is wants to live humbly for one. ↗

— Wilhelm Stekel

#immaturity #quoted #salinger #selflessness #maturity

You're not that girl,' Cole said, sounding tired. 'Trust me, I've seen enough of them to know. Look. Don't cry. You're not that girl either.' 'Oh yeah? What girl am I?' 'I'll let you know when I figure it out. Just don't cry. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#isabel #linger #maggie #stiefvater #mercy

The one that sang, old Janine, was always whispering into the g***** microphone before she sang. She'd say, 'And now we like to geeve you our impression of Vooly Voo Fransay. Eet ees the story of leetle Fransh girl who comes to a beeg ceety, just like New York, and falls een love wees a leetle boy from Brookleen. We hope you like eet.' Then, when she was all done whispering and being cute as hell, she'd sing some dopey song, half in English and half in French, and drive all the phonies in the place mad with joy. ↗

— J.D. Salinger

#jd-salinger #love