#palm

I still have enough faith in language to believe that if I place enough words next to each other on the page, they will start to speak with sounds of their own. ↗

— Dexter Palmer

#dream-of-perpetual-motion #english #language #the-written-word #writing

I think England has served me very well. I like living in London for the reasons I gave. I have absolutely no intentions of cutting those ties. There is absolutely no reason to do so. Certainly not, so that I can have a swimming pool and a palm tree. ↗

— Colin Firth

#certainly #cutting #england #gave #i

There is - you know, there's receipts for rented cars and license plates and guns and hand prints and palm prints and fingerprints. You know, I want to wait until I'm in a court. ↗

— Patty Hearst

#court #fingerprints #guns #hand #i

I don't really believe in palm readers and crystal balls and tarot cards, but I respond to the need for them. ↗

— Stephan Jenkins

#believe #cards #crystal #i #need

There was some sort of commotion going on outside, and I decided I’d had enough. I went to the door and stuck my head out. Marco was gasping for breath on the sofa, and two of the guards were bent over a cell phone. “What are you doing?” I demanded. “Trying to record this,” the smart-ass from the shopping trip told me. “Nobody is going to believe us otherwise.” “Well, cut it out. It isn’t funny!” “On what planet?” I glared at him, which did no good,because he simply went back to to tinkering with the phone. So I looked at Marco. “Can’t you do anything with them?” Marco flopped a hand at me, tears streaming down his reddened cheeks, and tried to say something. But all that came out for several moments were asthmatic wheezes. I bent over his prone form, starting to worry about him, and he put a hand on my neck and pulled me down. ” It…is…funny,” he gasped. ↗

— Karen Chance

#marco #funny

Rowena Clark and I had met on the first day of our mixed media class. I’d sat down at her table and said, “Mind if I join you? Figure the best way to learn about art is to sit with a masterpiece.” Maybe I was in love, but I was still Adrian Ivashkov. Rowena had fixed me with a flat look. “Let’s get one thing straight. I can see through crap a mile away, and I like girls, not guys, so if you can’t handle me telling you what’s what, then you’d better take your one-liners and hair gel somewhere else. I don’t go to this school to put up with pretty boys like you. I’m here to face dubious employment options with a painting degree and then go get a Guinness after class.” I’d scooted my chair closer to the table. “You and I are going to get along just fine. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#carlton-college #flirting #palm-springs #richelle-mead #the-fiery-heart

My swing is no uglier than Arnold Palmer's, and it's the same ugly swing every time. ↗

— Nancy Lopez

#every #every time #palmer #same #swing

The actor should be able to create the universe in the palm of his hand. ↗

— Laurence Olivier

#actor #create #hand #his #palm

Some teachers had been trained to work out at Southern because I carried two out there. I carried a lady down here from Palmer's Crossing, used to play piano, and Billy Carter. ↗

— Charles Phillips

#been #billy #carried #carter #crossing

It is the nature of the strong heart, that like the palm tree it strives ever upwards when it is most burdened. ↗

— Philip Sidney

#ever #heart #like #most #nature