#al

I'm very classic and structural. I love clean lines and interesting, modern details. But I'm all about being streamlined - less is more. ↗

— Nina Garcia

#being #classic #clean #details #i

We all get a little rush of excitement at the prospect of buying a brand-new outfit for a first date, but this is not the time. You're much better off wearing clothes, shoes especially, that you've already tested. ↗

— Nina Garcia

#better #better off #brand-new #buying #clothes

The corridor is hardly ever found in small houses, apart from the verandah, which also serves as a corridor. ↗

— Stephen Gardiner

#apart #corridor #ever #found #hardly

Back then, my idol was Bugs Bunny, because I saw a cartoon of him playing ball - you know, the one where he plays every position himself with nobody else on the field but him? Now that I think of it, Bugs is still my idol. You have to love a ballplayer like that. ↗

— Nomar Garciaparra

#ball #ballplayer #because #bugs #bunny

The center of Western culture is Greece, and we have never lost our ties with the architectural concepts of that ancient civilization. ↗

— Stephen Gardiner

#architectural #center #civilization #concepts #culture

People expect you to play your best, so I go through a routine to prepare myself so that I know I'm physically and mentally ready - prepared for the game. ↗

— Nomar Garciaparra

#expect #game #go #i #know

That's basically what I'm doing when I'm tapping them - getting my toes to the end of my shoes. ↗

— Nomar Garciaparra

#doing #end #getting #i #shoes

Georgian architecture respected the scale of both the individual and the community. ↗

— Stephen Gardiner

#both #community #georgian #individual #respected

Krishna children were taught that in the spiritual world there were no parents, only souls and hence this justified their being kept out of view from others, cloistered in separate buildings and sheltered from the evil material world. ↗

— Mary Garden

#being #buildings #children #evil #hence

I sit alone in a dead world. The wind blows hot and dry, and the dust gathers like particles of memory waiting to be swept away. I pray for forgetfulness, yet my memory remains strong, as does the outstretched arm of the oppressive air. It seems as if the wind has been there since the beginning of the nightmare. Sometimes loud and harsh, a thousand sharp needles scratching at my reddened skin. Sometimes a whisper, a curious sigh in the black of night, of words more frightening than pain. I know now the wind has been speaking to me. Only I couldn't understand because I was too scared. I am scared now as I write these words. Still, there is nothing else to do. ↗

— Christopher Pike

#dead #fear #forgetfulness #memory #needles