#chap

I plot the first 5 or 6 chapters quite minutely, and also the end. So I know where I am going but not how I'm going to get there, which gives characters the chance to develop organically, as happens in real life as you get to know a person. ↗

— Joanna Trollope

#am #chance #chapters #characters #develop

One can easily tell that the creator of the paintings in the Sistine Chapel was above all a sculptor. ↗

— Edvard Munch

#chapel #creator #easily #paintings #sculptor

I'd like to produce, direct, write, score, and star in a film in exactly the way Chaplin did. I'll do that before I'm thirty. ↗

— Eddie Murphy

#chaplin #did #direct #exactly #film

The Dandy is the highest form of existence attainable by the human form. His life is exclusively dedicated to dressing exquisitely, parading about the fashionable boroughs of splendid cities and and holding forth at his club, where he dispenses witticism as readily as the vulgaroisie utters its banal platitudes. The only species of 'work' this singular Chap might engage in would consist of discussing buttonhole stitching with his tailor and performing his ablutions until the morning has been well aired enough for him to step into it. ↗

— Gustav Temple and Vic Darkwood

#britain #chap #chappism #chaps #civility

I like looking at your body,” she said. “Thank you. I like looking at you, period,” I responded. She removed her shirt. She asked for help with her bra. We embraced. Our skins touched. I felt her heart beat against my chest. I felt my heart beating. Our heartbeats became one. One heartbeat. We became one. Time passed. I looked at my watch. 10:10. I stood. She remained on the bed, defining beauty. “It’s getting close to eleven, baby. You should probably get up,” I said, looking for my shirt. I ran my hands through my hair. “Stand right there,” she said. “Don’t move.” I stood. She reached to the side of the bed, and got her phone from her purse. She held it at arm’s length. “Don’t move,” she said. “I heard you,” I responded. I stood. She took three photos. “I wish I could paint a picture of you,” I said. “Do you paint?” she asked. “No,” I responded, “But I wish I could. I would paint a picture of you right now, lying there without your shirt. I could stand here, Britney, and admire you for all of what is forever. You make me want to cry. But. That part of me is broken. ↗

— Scott Hildreth

#beauty

I’m writing this because you begged. You know how I love the begging ↗

— C.J. Roberts

#chapter-one #dark #epilogue #livvie #romance

People tend to criticize their spouse most loudly in the area where they themselves have the deepest emotional need. ↗

— Gary Chapman

#criticism #love #need #romance #love

Laurie, you're an angel! How shall I ever thank you?" "Fly at me again. I rather liked it," said Laurie, looking mischievous, a thing he had not done for a fortnight. ↗

— Louisa May Alcott

#louisa-may-alcott

For now, I'll let you plead temporary amnesia," he said and lifted my chin to him. "But I'm never going to forget what it felt like when you were biting my lip instead of your own. ↗

— Magan Vernon

#new-adult-contemporary-romance #new-adult-romance #the-only-exception #trey-chapman #contemporary-romance

But this is wrong, nobody dies from lack of sex. It's lack of love we die from. ↗

— Margaret Atwood

#love