#walker

I'm done waiting. Done doing things the easy way and letting things happen as they will." Her heart caught. "What does that mean?" "It means this is too important to let slip away again. You're too important." He leaned back against the truck with a low grunt of effort, eyes dark, jaw clenched. "I love you too, Tara. ↗

— Jill Shalvis

#romance #tara-daniels #love

She knew violence- and my, what a lovely thing to profess knowledge of. ↗

— Shiloh Walker

#vicious-vixen #love

If I have the strength to sit here for months,” he murmured, almost painfully. “Falling more and more hopelessly in love with you every single day, while you’re still madly in love with a ghost, then you can have that same kind of strength to move on from this. ↗

— Tabitha Freeman

#love

What is the nature of the search? you ask. Really it is very simple, at least for a fellow like me; so simple that it is easily overlooked. The search is what anyone would undertake if he were not sunk in the everydayness of his own life. This morning, for example, I felt as if I had come to myself on a strange island. And what does such a cast away do? Why he pokes around the neighborhood and he doesn't miss a trick. To become aware of the search is to be onto something. Not to be onto something is to be in despair. ↗

— Walker Percy

#walker-percy #nature

It’s exactly what’s wrong with computer dating…people lie. ↗

— Christie Walker Bos

#stakeout-for-love #dating

I was called Kool Dj Kurt Walker... but they wanted tocall me Kurtis Blow. ↗

— Kurtis Blow

#called #dj #i #kool #kurt

Someone tall and tanned was standing just inside the doorway: Owen Walker had arrived. Obviously, she had known this was going to happen – he was one of the people she was setting up for – but she hadn’t anticipated him getting there so soon, while she was on her own, cheeks bulging like a hamster, stuffed with food. ↗

— Emma Jackson

#made-up #owen-walker #food

A singer for me is more like someone who is standing alone with a microphone like Scott Walker, rather than someone who is bashing a plank and is spitting all over a microphone. ↗

— Graham Coxon

#like #me #microphone #more #over

THERE WAS ALWAYS a boy in your life that common sense and the prayers of parents told you to stay away from: fast talker, fast car, and fast hands. He was the boy your father kept a loaded shotgun by the door for and met on the front porch if he ever thought about venturing onto his property…let alone the threshold. He was the tall, dark, mysteriously handsome, and uncharacter-istically quiet one that made you wonder what was going on in his head, and that little voice in your head said it wasn’t always so honorable. He was the boy you broke all of the rules over because bad-boys equaled excitement and the rebel in you liked the ride. ↗

— A.J. Lape

#high-school #mystery #romance #suspense #thriller

I grew up in a bookless house - my parents didn't read poetry, so if I hadn't had the chance to experience it at school I'd never have experienced it. But I loved English, and I was very lucky in that I had inspirational English teachers, Miss Scriven and Mr. Walker, and they liked us to learn poems by heart, which I found I loved doing. ↗

— Carol Ann Duffy

#doing #english #experience #experienced #found