#leavin

Imagination is not something apart and hermetic, not a way of leaving reality behind; it is a way of engaging reality. ↗

— Irving Howe

#behind #engaging #imagination #leaving #reality

If we keep on ignoring and leaving children to their own devices at home, they become latchkey kids, and trust me, the consequences of that are not good. ↗

— Eric Braeden

#children #consequences #devices #good #home

This man is freed from servile bands, Of hope to rise, or fear to fall; Lord of himself, though not of lands, And leaving nothing, yet hath all. ↗

— Lord Byron

#fall #fear #freed #hath #himself

My last son is leaving to go to college; my grandchildren are being born. My mother is living with me. ↗

— Sally Field

#born #college #go #grandchildren #last

It was as though all my hostilities, anxieties, and conflicts were in one ball that was flying away into space, farther from me all the time, leaving me content with myself. ↗

— Bobby Darin

#away #ball #conflicts #content #farther

It was the best job I ever had. I just left because my whole team was leaving and the new guys were coming. ↗

— Victoria Jackson

#best #coming #ever #guys #had

Without sounding pompous, I really do feel that I have a set of standards that I must adhere to, even leaving aside considerations of what the readers expect. ↗

— Jonathan Kellerman

#aside #considerations #even #expect #feel

Check bags are fun. I just make sure there won't be anything illegal in my check bag which is forbidden at a cabin of a plane. Just leaving things like scissors and such out of my carry-on things in order to avoid troubles with some certain airline, y'know. ↗

— Kerry King

#anything #avoid #bag #bags #cabin

I really am disappointed when I run into people who are angry I'm leaving office. ↗

— Matt Gonzalez

#angry #disappointed #i #into #leaving

No. No!” he says. “I . . .” He looks wildly around the room. For inspiration? For divine intervention? I don’t know. “You can’t go. Ana, I love you!” “I love you, too, Christian, it’s just—” “No . . . no!” he says in desperation and puts both hands on his head. “Christian . . .” “No,” he breathes, his eyes wide with panic, and suddenly he drops to his knees in front of me, head bowed, long-fingered hands spread out on his thighs. He takes a deep breath and doesn’t move. What? “Christian, what are you doing?” He continues to stare down, not looking at me. “Christian! What are you doing?” My voice is high-pitched. He doesn’t move. “Christian, look at me!” I command in panic. His head sweeps up without hesitation, and he regards me passively with his cool gray gaze—he’s almost serene . . . expectant. Holy Fuck . . . Christian. The submissive. ↗

— E.L. James

#christian #leaving #panic #submissive #inspirational