#affair

The capacity of the commonwealth government created under the local constitution to exercise governmental powers in local affairs is like that of local government in the states of the union in regard to non-federal affairs at the local level. ↗

— Dick Thornburgh

#capacity #commonwealth #constitution #created #exercise

It is frequently a misfortune to have very brilliant men in charge of affairs. They expect too much of ordinary men. ↗

— Thucydides

#brilliant #charge #expect #frequently #men

Whenever I did a good performance, my Dad and my uncles, who were rabid movie fans, took me to the movies. There began my underlying love affair with film. ↗

— Mel Torme

#began #dad #did #fans #film

An affair wants to spill, to share its glory with the world. No act is so private it does not seek applause. ↗

— John Updike

#affair #applause #does #glory #private

In 'A Royal Affair' I had to learn to act like a queen and learned Danish. It's so much different to act in another language. It's the nuances in the words. ↗

— Alicia Vikander

#affair #another #danish #different #had

When he is late for dinner and I know he must be either having an affair or lying dead in the street, I always hope he's dead. ↗

— Judith Viorst

#always #dead #dinner #either #having

An extraordinary affair. I gave them their orders and they wanted to stay and discuss them. ↗

— Duke of Wellington

#discuss #extraordinary #gave #i #orders

As free citizens in a political democracy, we have a responsibility to be interested and involved in the affairs of the human community, be it at the local or the global level. ↗

— Paul Wellstone

#citizens #community #democracy #free #free citizens

I refer to calls for humanitarian intervention in the affairs of another state - a new idea, this - even when they are made under the pretext of defending human rights and freedoms. ↗

— Boris Yeltsin

#another #calls #defending #even #freedoms

She had signed her own death-warrant. He kept telling himself over and over that he was not to blame, she had brought it on herself. He had never seen the man. He knew there was one. He had known for six weeks now. Little things had told him. One day he came home and there was a cigar-butt in an ashtray, still moist at one end, still warm at the other. There were gasoline-drippings on the asphalt in front of their house, and they didn't own a car. And it wouldn't be a delivery-vehicle, because the drippings showed it had stood there a long time, an hour or more. And once he had actually glimpsed it, just rounding the far corner as he got off the bus two blocks down the other way. A second-hand Ford. She was often very flustered when he came home, hardly seemed to know what she was doing or saying at all. He pretended not to see any of these things; he was that type of man, Stapp, he didn't bring his hates or grudges out into the open where they had a chance to heal. He nursed them in the darkness of his mind. That's a dangerous kind of a man. If he had been honest with himself, he would have had to admit that this mysterious afternoon caller was just the excuse he gave himself, that he'd daydreamed of getting rid of her long before there was any reason to, that there had been something in him for years past now urging Kill, kill, kill. Maybe ever since that time he'd been treated at the hospital for a concussion. ("Three O'Clock") ↗

— Cornell Woolrich

#concussion #crime #cuckold #homicide #jealousy