#final

I was the guy that told Bill Clinton he was going to win. I had gotten the final polling numbers. He had a comfortable lead. He was not going to lose. ↗

— Paul Begala

#bill clinton #clinton #comfortable #final #going

When you beat a team so often - especially like this season when Chelsea had already lost three times to us - you know people expect you to do it again. But you also know they're going to be even more motivated to finally win. ↗

— Dennis Bergkamp

#already #also #beat #chelsea #especially

I wish you to know that you have been the last dream of my soul. ↗

— Charles Dickens

#finality #love #soul #dreams

Push yourself again and again. Don't give an inch until the final buzzer sounds. ↗

— Larry Bird

#final #give #inch #push #sounds

I caught a glimpse of him thinking of the final combat in the movies, Harry versus Voldemort, Spider-Man versus the Green Goblin. ↗

— Joss Stirling

#final-battles #movies

Men are more resilient than that, I think. Our belief is often strongest when it should be weakest. That is the nature of hope. ↗

— Brandon Sanderson

#hope #inspirational #mistborn #nature #people

Patch's eyes grazed me with silent heat. My reflection swirled in them, red hair and lips aflame. I was connected to him by a force I couldn't control, a tiny thread that tethered my soul to his. With the moon at his back, shadows painted the faint hollows beneath his eyes and cheekbones, making him look breathtakingly handsome and equally diabolical. His hands steadied my face, holding me still before him. The wind tangled my hair around his wrists, twining us together. His thumbs moved across my cheekbones in a slow, intimate caress. Despite the cold, a steady burn coiled up inside me, vulnerable to his touch. His fingers traced lower, lower, leaving behind a hot, delicious ache. I closed my eyes, my joints melting. He lit me up like a flame, light and heat burning at a depth I'd never fathomed. His thumb stroked my lip, a soft, seductive tease. I gave a sharp sigh of pleasure. Kiss you now? he asked. I couldn't speak; a wilted noe was my reply. His mouth, hot and daring, met mine. All play had left him, and he kissed me with his own black fire, deep and possessive, consuming my body, my soul, and laying waste to all past notions of what it meant to be kissed. ↗

— Becca Fitzpatrick

#hush-hush #nora #patch #equality

Today I trust my instinct, I trust myself. Finally. ↗

— Isabelle Adjani

#i #instinct #myself #today #trust

It ended up being a very good thing, because they finally started writing for the character, and I realized that you have to go to work with a purpose. I learned from the experience and then moved on. ↗

— Matthew Ashford

#being #character #ended #experience #finally

Robespierre, however, was not the type of leader finally destined to emerge from the Revolution. ↗

— Irving Babbitt

#emerge #finally #however #leader #revolution