#chest

I'm honoured to have been selected to be the Labour candidate for Manchester Central. ↗

— Lucy Powell

#candidate #central #honoured #i #labour

My brother Leon started it all. He played the piano. In school they made me leader of the orchestra because I played the violin, but I followed Leon and the boys in his jazz band around. ↗

— Louis Prima

#band #because #brother #followed #his

Well, I was born and raised in Rochester, New York. ↗

— Arthur Rock

#i #i was born #new #new york #raised

Only when every one of us and every nation learns the secret of love for all mankind will the world become a great orchestra, following the beat of the Greatest Conductor of all. ↗

— Artur Rodzinski

#become #conductor #every #every nation #following

My first and last philosophy ... I learnt in the nursery... The things I believed then, the things I believe most now, are the things called fairy tales... They are not fantasies: compared with them other things are fantastic... Fairyland is nothing but the sunny country of common sense. It is not earth that judges heaven, but heaven that judges earth ... I knew the magic beanstalk before I tasted beans; I was sure of the Man in the Moon before I was certain of the moon. I am concerned with a certain way of looking at life, which was created in me by the fairy tales, but has since been meekly ratified by the mere facts. ↗

— G.K. Chesterton

#life

Will we ever see his like again? It is doubtful. But at least for a brief moment in time we were lucky to have him as one of our own: an English lionheart who was the terror of the continent, who earned the love and respect of everyone who had the privilege to see him in action and above all was a thoroughly decent hero of whom we can be proud. Rest in peace 'Big Dunc'. Your feats will echo in eternity. ↗

— James Leighton

#busby-babes #duncan-edwards #football #manchester-united #sports

You know, Dean said, gesturing with his uninjured hand. If we were in an action movie, this would be the scene where you tenderly dress my wounds. then the wailing guitar ballad would kick in and we'd end up rolling around on the bed in a slow motion montage. If I were in Q, The Winged Serpent, Xochi replied, this would be the scene where I sacrifice you to Quetzalcoatl. ↗

— Christa Faust

#supernatural #movies

Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole. ↗

— Eric Kripke

#supernatural #music

This is an exact replica of my chest. ↗

— Willie Aames

#exact #replica

A ball had passed between my body and the right arm which supported him, cutting through the sleeve and passing through his chest from shoulder to shoulder. There was no more to be done for him and I left him to his rest. I have never mended that hole in my sleeve. ↗

— Clara Barton

#ball #between #body #chest #cutting