#love

My dad was the baby. When he was born they were already successful. They sent him to business school - he probably would have loved to have been a poet or a writer or something, and he was very creative. ↗

— Bob Balaban

#baby #been #born #business #business school

I animated 20 years at Terry Toons. It's important to know that animators like pizza and a raise once in a while, and you've got to treat them with love. ↗

— Ralph Bakshi

#animators #got #i #important #know

Yesterday I was playing Beethoven's fifth, because I love that. ↗

— Joan Armatrading

#beethoven #fifth #i #i love #love

I love a finished speaker, I really, truly do I don't mean one who's polished, I just mean one who's through. ↗

— Richard Armour

#i #i love #just #love #mean

Whenever I get fed up with life I love to go wandering in nature. ↗

— Andrea Arnold

#fed up #get #go #i #i love

Katniss isn't the kind of hero we're used to seeing in fiction. She reacts more than she acts, she doesn't want to be a leader, and by the end of Mockingjay, she hasn't come into her own or risen like a phoenix from the ashes for some triumphant moment that gives us a sense of satisfaction with how far our protagonist has come. She's not a Buffy. She's not a Bella. She limps across the finish line when we're used to seeing heroes racing; she eases into a quiet, steady love instead of falling fast and hard. ↗

— Jennifer Lynn Barnes

#love

No. I don't care if I'm not the first." His head tilts and his lips move within a whisper of mine. "As long as I'm the last. ↗

— Stacey Jay

#last #love-in-love #love

I had started calling her Lucy shortly after we met; I didn't like the name Lucille. That's how our television show was called I Love Lucy, not Lucille. ↗

— Desi Arnaz

#called #calling #had #her #how

The love, born of beauty was not mine; I had nothing in common with it: I could not dare to meddle with it, but another love, venturing diffidently into life after long acquaintance, furnace-tried by pain, stamped by constancy, consolidated by affection’s pure and durable alloy, submitted by intellect to intellect’s own tests, and finally wrought up, by his own process, to his own unflawed completeness, this Love that laughed at Passion, his fast frenzies and his hot and hurried extinction, in this Love I had a vested interest; and whatever tended either to its culture or its destruction, I could not view impassibly. ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

#beauty

If love had feathers and tasted like dog food, then I suggest you wear shoes with your banana pudding. (This statement also defines my political beliefs). ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#beliefs #funny #love #political #politics