#hunter

Khrushchev reminds me of the tiger hunter who has picked a place on the wall to hang the tiger's skin long before he has caught the tiger. This tiger has other ideas. ↗

— John F. Kennedy

#caught #hang #hunter #ideas #long

Twilight, a timid, fawn, went glimmering by, and Night, the dark-blue hunter, followed fast. ↗

— George William Russell

#fawn #followed #hunter #night #timid

In the Bible it says God has made everything good for man to eat and to wear their skins. Whenever we eat beef, we eat chicken, we have to kill to eat. But at the same time, hunting is a sport. I think it is a great sport... I would say most hunters are Christian men. ↗

— Luke Scott

#bible #chicken #christian #eat #everything

Ross Hunter was my assistant on Take Me to Town, He was a young man, an actor before that, and learned a lot on the picture. During shooting, Goldstein left, and Ross was most pleasant. He never interfered. ↗

— Douglas Sirk

#assistant #before #during #hunter #interfered

Hunter and I never got proper journalistic accreditation to go anywhere. Nobody was giving us passes to go in here or there. We always had to somehow talk our way in. ↗

— Ralph Steadman

#anywhere #giving #go #got #had

Coming Home had been made before and Apocalypse Now and Deer Hunter, different kinds of movies. ↗

— Oliver Stone

#been #before #coming #coming home #deer

Over the tops of it, beginning to dusk under a young white moon, trailed a wavering ghost of smoke, and at the end of it I came upon the Pocket Hunter making a dry camp in the friendly scrub. ↗

— Mary Austin

#came #camp #dry #dusk #end

Edward smiled, I smiled, even Bernardo smiled. Olaf just looked sinister. ↗

— Laurell K. Hamilton

#fiction #hunter #supernatural #urban-fantasy #vampire

I’m talking head over heels, down on my knees, from the bottom of my heart, IN love, with you, Vere. That kiss blew me away. I know you felt something too—something more for me. Don’t you? ↗

— Anne Eliot

#love

When she awakened, Hunter was watching her with eyes like dark velvet. "You're the last woman I'll ever make love to," he said, stroking her breast, toying with the rosy peak. She stroked his sun-streaked hair and the hard nape of his neck, loving the feel of him against her. "Good," she whispered. "Keep me with you, Lara. I don't want to leave you. ↗

— Lisa Kleypas

#lara #lisa-kleypas #stranger-in-my-arms #love