#julie

And I just think that to introduce an unknown Shakespeare is thrilling, too - not to do Hamlet or Romeo and Juliet, to do the richer Shakespeare. People will come to this and not know the story. ↗

— Julie Taymor

#hamlet #i #introduce #juliet #just

But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#light

Experience, then, was something that enabled you to do nothing with a clear conscience. Experience was an overrated quality. ↗

— Nick Hornby

#literature #literature-quotes #nick-hornby #novel #experience

For a few brief moments, Matt got to hold Julie in his arms. And that gift? That would stay with him forever. ↗

— Jessica Park

#love #matt #love

How very scared I was of everything, and in the end how very scared I was of her. This woman I knew, and did not know, and loved. ↗

— James Christie

#autism #buffy-the-vampire-slayer #drusilla #juliet-landau #rain-man

Nefarious. This is what we get when we hire a Yale boy.” “You missed sacrosanct earlier. And taciturn and glowering,” Jack said. “What’s glowering?” “Me, apparently.” Wilkins pointed. “Now that has to be a joke.” He turned to Davis. “You heard that, right?” Davis didn’t answer him, having spun his chair around to type something at his computer. “Let’s see what Google says… Ah – here it is. ‘Glowering: dark; showing a brooding ill humor. ↗

— Julie James

#jack-pallas #julie-james #something-about-you #humor

Madelyne, we're married now. 'Tis a usual occurrence to bed one's wife on the wedding night. ↗

— Julie Garwood

#humor #julie-garwood #romance #humor

I love her. ↗

— Julie Kagawa

#iron-daughter #iron-fey-series #julie-kagawa #the-winter-prince #love

Hope. It's like a drop of honey, a field of tulips blooming in the springtime. It's a fresh rain, a whispered promise, a cloudless sky, the perfect punctuation mark at the end of a sentence. And it's the only thing in the world keeping me afloat. ↗

— Tahereh Mafi

#juliette-ferrars #unravel-me #rain

J.D. cleared his throat and pushed the button on the intercom. “Uh, Payton, hi. It’s J.D.” Dead silence. Then another crackle. “Sorry. Not interested.” Cute. But J.D. persisted. Again with the button. “I want to talk to you.” Crackle. “Ever hear of a telephone, asshole?” Okay, he probably deserved that. ↗

— Julie James

#cute