#gel

In Los Angeles, as I gained and lost celebrity, then gained it again, I often found myself wondering why I, out of thousands like me, had become famous. ↗

— Patrick Dempsey

#angeles #become #celebrity #famous #found

I saw a story in the Los Angeles Times that 40 percent of the viewers are men. It didn't really surprise me. ↗

— James Denton

#i #los #los angeles #me #men

Through the wind and the rain She stands hard as a stone In a world that she can't rise above But her dreams give her wings And she flies to a place where she's loved Concrete angel ↗

— Martina McBride

#dreams

We need men and women to sit down and talk to each other about sex honestly and openly. That would help us fight Aids so immediately. But our lack of communication is hugely problematic. ↗

— Emma Thompson

#aids #communication #down #each #fight

I'm not leaving you. We still have a chance." "How?" Kayson's voice echoes his hopelessness. He's already given up. "Hey, as long as we are still breathing, we still have a chance. If you quit, then you're quitting on me too. ↗

— Brandy Nacole

#broken-faith #inspirational #kayson #sabrina #vampire

I don't know about Brad Pitt leaving that beautiful woman to go hold orphans for Angelina. I mean how long is that going to last? ↗

— Michael Douglas

#angelina #beautiful #beautiful woman #brad #brad pitt

But I'm a bad priest, you see. I know--from experience--how much beauty Satan carried down with him when he fell. Nobody ever said the fallen angels were the ugly ones. Oh, no, they were just as quick and light and . . . ↗

— Graham Greene

#beauty #male-beauty #sin #beauty

Good organization,” said Magnus. “I knew the man who founded it, back in the 1800s. Woolsey Scot. Respectable old werewolf family.” Alec made an ugly sound in the back of his throat. “Did you sleep with him, too?” Magnus’s cat eyes widened. “Alexander! ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#city-of-fallen-angels #magnus-bane #family

Los Angeles is a very special city. It's a great ethnic mix, a great cultural mix. ↗

— Gustavo Dudamel

#city #cultural #ethnic #great #los

Gently, I ran my hand across his chest, exploring it. My breath felt tight in my throat. He was so beautiful. His muscles were toned, defined, his skin warm and smooth. Stroking my palm up over the line of his collarbone, I felt the firmness of his shoulder, the strength of his bicep. I traced my fingers over the black AK, following the lines of the letters. Alex hardly moved as I touched him, his eyes never leaving me. Finally I sighed and dropped my hand. I tried to smile. "I've sort of been wanting to do that ever since that first night in the motel room," I admitted. ↗

— L.A. Weatherly

#beauty