#ear

Come live in my heart, and pay no rent. ↗

— Samuel Lover

#come #heart #live #pay #rent

Once I showed up at my sister's with a baby rabbit I had bought from some children because its ears were cold. I put the rabbit on a hot water bottle and massaged its ears for quite a while. After all, I knew that all healthy animals had warm ears. ↗

— Juliette Gordon Low

#baby #because #bottle #bought #children

In the '70s, you had to come up with an album every year whether you were ready or not. ↗

— Nick Lowe

#come #every #had #ready #up

Let us be of cheer, remembering that the misfortunes hardest to bear are those which never come. ↗

— Amy Lowell

#cheer #come #hardest #let us #misfortunes

As life runs on, the road grows strange with faces new - and near the end. The milestones into headstones change, Neath every one a friend. ↗

— James Russell Lowell

#end #every #faces #friend #grows

I suppose, in a way, this has become part of my soul. It is a symbol of my life. Whatever I have done that really matters, I've done wearing it. When the time comes, it will be in this that I journey forth. What greater honor could come to an American, and a soldier? ↗

— Douglas MacArthur

#become #come #comes #could #done

When the major studios flourished many years ago, an actor was groomed, developed, and worked frequently at his craft. The studios really took care of their actors. ↗

— James MacArthur

#ago #care #craft #developed #flourished

If instead of a gem, or even a flower, we should cast the gift of a loving thought into the heart of a friend, that would be giving as the angels give. ↗

— George MacDonald

#angels #cast #even #flower #friend

I have no inhibitions about smoking or drinking, but I think too much of my voice to place it in jeopardy. I have spent many good years in training and cultivating it, and I would be foolish to do anything which might impair or ruin it. ↗

— Jeanette MacDonald

#anything #cultivating #drinking #foolish #good

We writers, as we work our way deeper into our craft, learn to drop more and more personal clues. Like burglars who secretly wish to be caught, we leave our fingerprints on broken locks, our voiceprints in bugged rooms, our footprints in the wet concrete. ↗

— Ross MacDonald

#bugged #burglars #caught #clues #concrete