#lip

Where lipstick is concerned, the important thing is not color, but to accept God's final word on where your lips end. ↗

— Jerry Seinfeld

#color #concerned #end #final #final word

He’s an indulgent sort of man…… With a quick lip and a fierce tongue, the sort of tongue that draws you in with charm and words of praise, awkward silences and desperate worships. ↗

— Coco J. Ginger

#charm #fierce-tongue #friendship-and-love #jamie-weise #love

I can rap in a London accent, make weird faces, wear spandex, wigs, and black lipstick. I can be more creative than the average male rapper. ↗

— Nicki Minaj

#average #black #creative #faces #i

Can you imagine the feeling of being an oppressed colonial being addressed respectfully by a colonizer in the mother country? ↗

— Ambeth R. Ocampo

#philippine-history #philippines #respect #rizal #imagination

Thoughts are slippery fish in a cold shallow stream. If you are intent on capturing a worthwhile one, you need to stand very still, focus very hard on somewhere outside yourself, and then simply ignore it until it gets so close that it tickles your ankles. Then, pounce. ↗

— Vera Nazarian

#slippery #stream #thoughts #inspirational

Do the right thing. ↗

— Wendelin Vaan Draanen

#inspirational #inspirational

Well, to be honest I think I'm a better short story writer than a novelist. Novels I find very hard, hours and hours, weeks and weeks, of conscious thought - whereas short stories slip out painlessly in a few days. ↗

— Eric Brown

#conscious #conscious thought #days #few #find

People who keep stiff upper lips find that it's damn hard to smile. ↗

— Judith Guest

#find #hard #keep #lips #people

Filipinos are not a reading people, and despite the compulsory course on the life and works of Rizal today, from the elementary to the university levels, it is accepted that the 'Noli me Tangere' and 'El Filibusterismo' are highly regarded but seldom read (if not totally ignored). Therefore one asks, how can unread novels exert any influence? ↗

— Ambeth R. Ocampo

#philippines #rizal #life

Phillip look into Ray's eyes. He saw compassion and hope. And he saw himself mirrored back, bleeding in a dirty gutter on a street where life was worth less than a dime bag. Sick, tired, petrified, Phillip dropped his head into his hands. "What's the point?" "You're the point, son." Ray ran his hand over Phillip's hair. "You're the point. ↗

— Nora Roberts

#raymond-quinn #life