#fifth

A man snatches the first kiss, pleads for the second, demands the third, takes the fourth, accepts the fifth - and endures all the rest. ↗

— Helen Rowland

#demands #endures #fifth #first #first kiss

A show that no one thought had a chance has just finished its fifth year: Charmed. I think it's tougher for the younger networks, so I think they have a little more patience for the sake of the show. But who knows? ↗

— Aaron Spelling

#charmed #fifth #finished #had #i

It was on my fifth birthday that Papa put his hand on my shoulder and said, 'Remember, my son, if you ever need a helping hand, you'll find one at the end of your arm.' ↗

— Sam Levenson

#arm #end #ever #fifth #find

When I feel like my body is exhausted, I focus on making my fifth Olympic team so I can push through it. ↗

— Dana Torres

#exhausted #feel #fifth #focus #i

There is really no such thing as a secret; everybody likes to tell, and everybody does tell. ↗

— Robertson Davies

#business

Don't interfere!" The Doctor silenced her angrily. "I cannot will my own destruction. ↗

— Peter Grimwade

#doctor-who #fifth-doctor #death

She grabbed her briefcase and took a step toward him. “You don’t have a last name?” “Everyone has a last name.” His hand hovered in the air, waiting. He was forcing her to cross the marble floor to meet him, and like a Luna moth drawn to a midnight moon, she drifted toward him. When she reached him, she took his hand and looked up into his face. “Is it Jones? Smith? Or Brown?” His lips twitched. “None of the above.” “And you won’t tell me?” “It’s not necessary information.” She tilted her head, studying his angular features. “You don’t look like an Adrian.” His smile broadened. “Imagine that.” “More like a Carlos, or a Juan, or a Diego.” “Those are Hispanic names.” “Aren’t you Hispanic?” “I’m anything you want me to be. ↗

— Shelby Reed

#chris #shelby-reed #the-fifth-favor #imagination

For 'tis your thoughts that now must deck our kings, Carry them here and there; jumping o'er times, Turning the accomplishment of many years Into an hour-glass: for the which supply, Admit me Chorus to this history; Who prologue-like your humble patience pray, Gently to hear, kindly to judge, our play. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#william-shakespeare #life

I moved around 13 different times before I was in fifth grade, not having money, not having a lot of friends. ↗

— Tonya Harding

#before #different #different times #fifth #friends

It came to him then, permeated his disjointed thoughts. Billie was teaching him—him—how to make love. With a jolt of surprise at the crashing irony, Adrian realized he hadn’t known how until now. He, the consummate lover, so renown for his sexual skill, so proficient and controlled and practiced, had only played at making love, where Billie…God. Clearly, it was all she knew. Pretense just wasn’t in her spectrum of capabilities. ↗

— Shelby Reed

#chris #shelby-reed #the-fifth-favor #love