#hill

A love-based psychology views social prejudice as impacting people's well-being, and the promotion of social justice as an important psychological intervention. ↗

— David Bedrick

#dr-phil #love #love-based-psychology #phillip-mcgraw #love

You know that we've got a few problems we need to talk through before we get married." "I'm not getting rid of Pooh." "See, there you go being antagonistic. Marriage means learning to compromise." "I didn't say I wouldn't compromise. I promise to take the ribbon out of her topknot before you walk her. ↗

— Susan Elizabeth Phillips

#romance #susan-elizabeth-phillips #marriage

Hunt seemed similarly indifferent to the show, his head inclined toward hers, his gaze locked on her face. Though his breathing remained soft and disciplined, it seemed to her that its rhythm had changed ever so slightly. Annabelle moistened her dry lips. “You …you mustn’t stare at me like that.” Soft as the murmur was, he caught it. “With you here, nothing else is worth looking at. ↗

— Lisa Kleypas

#change

I'm here in the mountains, in the foothills of the Catskills. ↗

— Rick Danko

#here #i #mountains

Nationalism is a silly cock crowing on his own dunghill. ↗

— Richard Aldington

#dunghill #his #nationalism #own #silly

Hillary Clinton bothers me a lot. I realized the other day that her thoughts sound a lot like Karl Marx. She hangs around a lot of Marxists. All her friends are Marxists. ↗

— Dick Armey

#bothers #clinton #day #friends #hangs

The horrors of the Second World War, the chilling winds of the Cold War and the crushing weight of the Iron Curtain are little more than fading memories. Ideals that once commanded great loyalty are now taken for granted. ↗

— Jan Peter Balkenende

#cold #cold war #commanded #crushing #curtain

And Fall, with her yeller harvest moon and the hills growin' brown and golden under a sinkin' sun. ↗

— Roy Bean

#fall #golden #harvest #her #hills

In the decline of the day, near Kentucky river, as we ascended the brow of a small hill, a number of Indians rushed out of a thick cane-brake upon us, and made us prisoners. ↗

— Daniel Boone

#brow #day #decline #hill #indians

Breathless, we flung us on a windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass. ↗

— Rupert Brooke

#breathless #flung #grass #hill #kissed