#ere

It is hard to begin to move when you don't know where you are moving, how to move, or if you are going to get there. ↗

— Peter Nivio Zarlenga

#get #going #hard #how #know

And, you know, my dad would show me some things sometimes, but the best things that I got to do were to actually see really good players play up close. That gives you an idea of fingering and technique and what not. ↗

— Dweezil Zappa

#best #close #dad #gives #good

It wasn't about how she looked, which was pretty, even though she was always wearing the wrong clothes and those beat-up sneakers. It wasn't about what she said in class--usually something no one else would've thought of, and if they had, something they wouldn't have dared to say. It wasn't that she was different from all the other girls at Jackson. That was obvious. It was that she made me realize how much I was just like the rest of them, even if I wanted to pretend I wasn't. ↗

— Kami Garcia

#ethan-wate #lena-duchannes #likeness #beauty

Yes, sir, a patrol car came and took me down to a station where they were trying to develop films, but they hadn't got the facilities to develop colored film. ↗

— Abraham Zapruder

#car #colored #develop #down #facilities

The beauty and mystery of this world only emerges through affection, attention, interest and compassion . . . open your eyes wide and actually see this world by attending to its colors, details and irony. ↗

— Orhan Pamuk

#attention #beauty #color #compassion #detail

When I was younger, many of my romantic escapades were just a means of simply avoiding being by myself. I was afraid of feeling lonely, afraid I wouldn't know what to say to myself. ↗

— Michael Zaslow

#avoiding #being #feeling #i #just

The best way in the world to advertise is to get somebody else to run around with the name of your product on their person or showing it around somewhere and not only that but they're paying for it. ↗

— Majel Barrett

#around #best #best way #else #get

There are more of us than you think. ↗

— Kami Garcia

#interesting #mystry #thoughtful #beauty

Princess,” he whispered against her ear. “My beautiful, beautiful princess. I want to spoil you. Pamper you. Indulge you. ↗

— Teresa Medeiros

#roses #sabrina #teresa-medeiros #whisper #beauty

He was an animal. He was terrifying. And he was beautiful. I realized that I was biting my lip, that my hand was wound into the ruffled fabric at my chest. Something in me was drawn to the carnage. Like so many women before me, I was a slave to the caveman brain, that deep old part of my DNA that whispered that ferocity would keep me safe and fed and alive and that I should most definitely find the fiercest creature around and hump it. ↗

— Delilah S. Dawson

#beauty