#favour

I am rather in favour of dealing with teenage hooliganism. ↗

— James Callaghan

#dealing #favour #i #i am #rather

Foreign languages are another favourite topic, and as these men are bilingual they have a fair notion of what it means to speak and think in many different idioms. ↗

— John Millington Synge

#bilingual #different #fair #favourite #foreign

Well, I suppose that, in a sense, every screen role is a favourite with me. ↗

— Dinah Sheridan

#favourite #i #me #role #screen

I don't spend a lot of my time in the locker room. That's my least favourite place in the world. ↗

— Maria Sharapova

#favourite place #i #least #locker #locker room

I had not to this time subsisted, but that I was supported by your frequent courtesies and favours. ↗

— Philip Massinger

#favours #frequent #had #i #supported

The crime novel has always been my favourite genre. ↗

— Sara Paretsky

#been #crime #favourite #genre #novel

As a teenager, my favourite rejection was, 'She looks too healthy,' which of course translates as, 'She needs to lose weight.' ↗

— Christina Ricci

#favourite #healthy #looks #lose #needs

Também no interior do corpo a treva é profunda, e contudo o sangue chega ao coração, o cérebro é cego e pode ver, é surdo e ouve, não tem mãos e alcança, o homem claro está, é o labirinto de si mesmo. ↗

— José Saramago

#death

If we're gonna progress as a people we are going to realise that, as one of my favourite poets says, the other is a lie. There are no other people. Race is a social construct. ↗

— Saul Williams

#favourite #going #gonna #lie #other

I have an idea that Gatsby himself didn’t believe it would come, and perhaps he no longer cared. If that was true he must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream. He must have looked up at an unfamiliar sky through frightening leaves and shivered as he found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass. A new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about...like that ashen, fantastic figure gliding toward him through the amorphous trees. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#dreams