#action

I have a perverse attraction to risk. Not physical risk but emotional, financial risk - anything than can't kill you immediately. ↗

— Scott Adams

#attraction #emotional #financial #i #immediately

I had moments of my actions and words not reflecting who it is I am - if that defines a punk, then yes, absolutely. ↗

— Andre Agassi

#actions #am #defines #had #i

I need distractions. Good distractions, not bad ones. A good distraction for me is a great play. ↗

— Danny Aiello

#distraction #distractions #good #great #i

In this context, I believe it is an imperative for the new President to select and install his team as quickly as possible, and this does not imply that he must or should appoint members of the 'other' party to his Cabinet, which could contribute to inaction and inefficiency. ↗

— Richard V. Allen

#believe #cabinet #context #contribute #could

Back through the ages of barbarism and civilization, in all tongues, we find this instinctive pleasure in the imitative action that is the very essence of all drama. ↗

— George P. Baker

#ages #back #barbarism #civilization #drama

Collecting is my joy; it gives me great satisfaction. ↗

— Ursula Andress

#gives #great #joy #me #satisfaction

Effective action is always unjust. ↗

— Maya Angelou

#always #effective #unjust

A tragedy is a representation of an action that is whole and complete and of a certain magnitude. A whole is what has a beginning and middle and end. ↗

— Aristotle

#beginning #certain #complete #end #magnitude

We become just by performing just action, temperate by performing temperate actions, brave by performing brave action. ↗

— Aristotle

#actions #become #brave #just #performing

For the briefest moment, they came face to face. Their eyes locked. Then he broke the stare, swiveled, sank into a sitting position, chains clanking, with his knees up. She watched him speechlessly as he set a cooler bag between his boots, like he was settling down to a picnic or something. An image of the contents as hospital blood bags, complete with juice straws, flashed through her mind. Unfolding her legs, she made herself as comfortable as she could on the cold outer edge of the sill. An intangible and unnameable charge electrified the space between them, and at first, neither of them said anything. [...] Finally she heard him unzip the bag and watched him pull out a small cylinder. "I thought you might like some crappy ice cream," he said. ↗

— Kelly Creagh

#roof-picnic #varen #contentment