#lovely

I got a lovely check today from being a writer that I earned by sitting at home. That's rewarding. ↗

— Harvey Fierstein

#check #earned #got #home #i

I love the part of Hector as it takes me back to playing eccentric parts. He is a funny character, which is fine by me as I've been playing for laughs for decades now! It's lovely to get a laugh; it's the best thing in the world! ↗

— Richard Briers

#been #best #character #decades #eccentric

What a lovely surprise to finally discover how unlonely being alone can be. ↗

— Ellen Burstyn

#being #being alone #discover #finally #how

I had my first French meal and I never got over it. It was just marvelous. We had oysters and a lovely dry white wine. And then we had one of those lovely scalloped dishes and the lovely, creamery buttery sauce. Then we had a roast duck and I don't know what else. ↗

— Julia Child

#dry #duck #else #first #french

Nothing is so beautiful as spring - when weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush; Thrush's eggs look little low heavens, and thrush through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring the ear, it strikes like lightning to hear him sing. ↗

— Gerard Manley Hopkins

#beautiful #does #ear #echoing #eggs

We have fallen in love with the body. That's that thing that looks back at us from the mirror. That's the repository of that lovely identity that you keep chasing all your life. ↗

— George Wald

#body #chasing #fallen #identity #keep

Twenty years ago, I was living in a lovely cottage on the edge of Dartmoor but I couldn't afford to run a car. ↗

— Mary Wesley

#ago #car #cottage #edge #i

Mel Gibson was lovely. He was on the edge of both scenes that I had with Danny Glover. ↗

— Tom Atkins

#danny #edge #gibson #had #i

I wonder,” he said, “whether the stars are set alight in heaven so that one day each one of us may find his own again... ↗

— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

#lovely #inspirational

Somewhere int he flesh of the earth the dreadful earthquake shuddered, the tide walked to and fro on the leash of the moon, rainbows formed, winds swept the sky like giant brooms piling up clouds before them, clouds which writhed into different shapes, melted into rain or darkened, bruised themselves against an unseen antagonist and went on their way, laced with forking rivers of lightning, complete with white electric tributaries. Out of this infinite vision an infinity of details could be drawn, but Sonny had settled on one, and from the endless series a particular beach was chosen and began to form around Laura - a beach of iron-dark sand and shells like frail stars, and a wonderful wide sea that stretched, neither green nor blue, but inked by the approach of night into violet and black, wrinkling with its own salty puzzles, right out to a distant, pure horizon. ↗

— Margaret Mahy

#description #details #earth #lovely-writing #love