#mg

Someone picked up the sun and pinned it to the sky again, but every day it hangs a little lower than the day before. It's like a negligent parent who only knows one half of who you are. It never sees how its absence changes people. How different we are in the dark. ↗

— Tahereh Mafi

#change

Well, you have now, Sam, dear Sam,’ said Frodo, and he lay back in Sam’s gentle arms, closing his eyes, like a child at rest when night-fears are driven away by some loved voice or hand. Sam felt that he could sit like that in endless happiness... ↗

— J.R.R. Tolkien

#hobbits #lord-of-the-rings #middle-earth #sam-gamgee #tolkien

Hunt seemed similarly indifferent to the show, his head inclined toward hers, his gaze locked on her face. Though his breathing remained soft and disciplined, it seemed to her that its rhythm had changed ever so slightly. Annabelle moistened her dry lips. “You …you mustn’t stare at me like that.” Soft as the murmur was, he caught it. “With you here, nothing else is worth looking at. ↗

— Lisa Kleypas

#change

I gave my eardrums to MGM. And it's true: I really did. ↗

— Esther Williams

#gave #i #mgm #really #true

Nothing can shark the wheels or crush the spirit of a determined people, said Dim Chukwuemeka Odimegwu Ojukwu ↗

— Mgbasonwu Vincent Nwabinye

#freedom #hope #inspiration #mgbasonwu #motivational

My last days at MGM were like the fall of the Roman Empire in fast motion. ↗

— Joseph Barbera

#empire #fall #fast #last #like

I was like a kept woman during my twenty-one years at MGM. ↗

— Walter Pidgeon

#i #kept #like #mgm #twenty-one

From the time you were signed at MGM you just felt you were in God's hands. ↗

— Ann Rutherford

#god #hands #just #mgm #signed

Most of the contract people at MGM stayed and stayed and stayed. Why? Because the studio looked after them. Warner Brothers wouldn't - they were always spanking somebody or selling them down the river. ↗

— Ann Rutherford

#always #because #brothers #contract #down

Max, you can change your mind.” His voice was like autumn leaves dropping lightly onto the ground. “I don’t know how.” Then my throat felt tight, and I rubbed my fists against my eyes. I dropped my face onto my arms, crossed over my knees. This sucked! I wanted to be back with the oth- Fang’s hand gently smoothed my hair off my neck. My breath froze in my chest, and every sense seemed hyperalert. His hand stroked my hair again, so softly, and then trailed across my neck and shoulder and down my back, making me shiver. I looked up. “What the heck are you doing?” “Helping you change your mind,” he whispered, and then he leaned over, tilted my chin up, and kissed me. ↗

— James Patterson

#change-your-mind #kiss #kissing #love #oh-my-god