#love

I love working with big flavors like chiles and smoke. Honey is perfect for softening the edges, mellowing them out a bit. I put it in everything - vinaigrettes, soups, stocks, salsas, so I'm always on the hunt for great honey. ↗

— Bobby Flay

#big #bit #edges #everything #flavors

I love being able to go on local flights when the weather is right. I've popped to the Isle of Wight, Cornwall and been mountain flying in Wales. When I got my licence I was over the moon, it was one of the greatest days of my life - it took two years to get! ↗

— Jay Kay

#been #being #cornwall #days #flights

I'm very used to stages and dressing rooms. And dare I say it, much as I like being at home, I love the buzz of a new hotel room. It never quite loses its thing. ↗

— Jay Kay

#buzz #dare #dressing #home #hotel

The first time you fall in love it changes your life forever, and no matter how hard you try, that feeling never goes away ↗

— Anna

#change

When a writer talks about his work, he's talking about a love affair. ↗

— Alfred Kazin

#affair #his #love #love affair #talking

I don't have to come up with a ha-ha belly laugh every day, but drawings with warmth and love or ones that put a lump in the throat. That's more important to me than a laugh. ↗

— Bil Keane

#come #day #drawings #every #every day

I like to feel that what I'm doing portrays this: a family where there is love between mother, father and the kids. It's a subject that is near and dear to me. ↗

— Bil Keane

#dear #doing #family #father #feel

I used to love watching him as a player, so it is a joy to play alongside him. I might take the mickey out of him, but deep down I have so much admiration for him. ↗

— Robbie Keane

#alongside #deep #deep down #down #him

I had all the normal interests - I played basketball and I headed the school paper. But I also developed very early a great love for music and literature and the theater. ↗

— Carlisle Floyd

#basketball #developed #early #great #great love

You asked what my intentions are, Mrs. Brenner, and I would like to answer your question.” Dibs opened his mouth as if preparing to argue and she glared at him from across the table. Did he really think not to let her state her case in front of his family? He snapped his mouth shut and briskly rubbed a palm across his forehead before tossing that same hand in the air. “My intentions are these.” She gathered her thoughts, folding her hands in her lap. “When David is sad, I intend to make him happy. When he is ill, I intend to make him well. When he is angry or upset, I intend to listen and find the words to make him feel better. When he is depressed, I intend to bring him joy, and when he is hurt, I intend to find the source of his pain and take it away from him.” She bridged the distance to Dibs’s devoted gaze, and radiant love crested the last barricade surrounding her heart. “You see, Mr. and Mrs. Brenner, I’m in love with your son. But I don’t want anything from him. You don’t need to worry because my only intention is to give to him. That’s the way it’s supposed to be when you love someone, isn’t it? To think only of their needs, instead of your own?” She broke off from Dibs and faced his mother. “Those are my intentions, Mrs. Brenner. I hope you find them satisfactory. ↗

— AJ Nuest

#family