#linger

Death, but not for you, gunslinger. Never for you. You darkle. You tinct. May I be brutally frank? You go on. ↗

— Stephen King

#death

Inside every adult there's still a child that lingers. We're happiness merchants - giving people the opportunity to dream like children. ↗

— Guy Laliberte

#child #children #dream #every #giving

I love to wear lingerie. The problem is that men always rip it off too quickly. When women are dolled up in lingerie they feel sexy. So let us wear it for five minutes. ↗

— Karen McDougal

#feel #five #i #i love #let us

Winter lingered so long in the lap of Spring that it occasioned a great deal of talk. ↗

— Bill Nye

#great #great deal #lap #lingered #long

I wear women's leggings under my clothes, but no lingerie. ↗

— Dennis Rodman

#i #lingerie #under #wear #women

To be sure, debates will linger about whether Medicare is too large or too small. Debates remain about the allocation of Medicare dollars. But December 8, 2003, demonstrated that there is no debate about this most fundamental fact: Medicare must survive. ↗

— Michael Johns

#allocation #debate #debates #december #demonstrated

I also say "Boy" a lot. Partly because I have a lousy vocabulary and partly because I act quite young for my age sometimes. I was sixteen then, and I'm seventeen now, and some times I act like I'm about thirteen. It's really ironical, because I'm six foot two and a half and I have gray hair. ↗

— J.D. Salinger

#j-d-salinger #salinger #age

Oh, I don’t know. That digression business got on my nerves. I don’t know. The trouble with me is, I like it when somebody digresses. It’s more interesting and all. ↗

— J.D. Salinger

#in #j-d-salinger #rye #business

The gunslinger waited for the time of the drawing and dreamed his long dreams of the Dark Tower, to which he would some day come at dusk and approach, winding his horn, to do some unimaginable final battle. ↗

— Stephen King

#dreams

She loved all the wolves behind her house, but she loved one of them most of all. And this one loved her back. He loved her back so hard that even the things that weren't special about her became special: the way she tapped her pencil on her teeth, the off-key songs she sang in the shower, how when she kissed him he knew it meant for ever. Hers was a memory made up of snapshots: being dragged through the snow by a pack of wolves, first kiss tasting of oranges, saying goodbye behind a cracked windshield. A life made up of promises of what could be: the possibilities contained in a stack of college applications, the thrill of sleeping under a strange roof, the future that lay in Sam's smile. It was a life I didn't want to leave behind. It was a life I didn't want to forget. I wasn't done with it yet. There was so much more to say. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#linger #sam-roth #life