#matthew

Growing up as a kid my father was British and a soccer player. His idol was a guy that passed the ball a lot, Stanley Matthews. Our family thought if you could be unselfish your teammates would always like you. ↗

— Adam Oates

#ball #british #could #family #father

I was in seventh grade at St. Matthew's. The teachers would tell me, 'God loves you,' and then whack a ruler across my hand. 'Well,' I'd say, 'if God loves me, can you call God? Can you ask Him if it's all right that I didn't do my homework? If it's not, then let Him hit me.' ↗

— Freddie Prinze

#ask #call #god #grade #hand

I feel it is time that I also pay tribute to my four writers, Matthew, Mark, Luke and John. ↗

— Fulton J. Sheen

#feel #four #i #i feel #john

Quentin Tarantino asked me to work with him but there is no way I am going to do that while Matthew Vaughn is working in film. ↗

— Claudia Schiffer

#asked #film #going #him #i

She wanted to say something smart and kind, put together some combination of words to reach him where he'd reached her with his. But the thing was, there was more courage in these revelations of his than she had ever shown anyone, and in a world that was full of taking and cruelty, he was fucking breaking her heart with what he was giving her. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#jr-ward #lover-mine #xhex #courage

I go to St. Matthews in Pacific Palisades, an Episcopal Church. ↗

— Stephen Collins

#episcopal #go #i #matthews #pacific

The exorcist had a slightly Australian tinge to his voice, and the laid-back, whatever-comes-next attitude of a man who had suddenly realised two degrees short of a sunstroke that exorcism was the perfect career choice he'd never been offered in school. ↗

— Kate Griffin

#humor #matthew-swift #attitude

Wake up naked drinking coffee Making plans to change the world While the world is changing us It was good good love You used to laugh under the covers Maybe not so often now But the way I used to laugh with you Was loud and hard ↗

— Dave Matthews

#stay-or-leave #change

As I said, you have mistaken me for another. London is full of drab little peahens, sir. Now, then, I’m leaving,” she said in a huff. “To change?” he asked, unable to stop from goading her. “To write a poem for my toast,” she snapped. “And you may suffer, for I will not help you with yours.” “No need, darling,” Matthew drawled, his words intending to push her away. “I doubt you know a suitable word that will rhyme with fuck. ” “Stuck,” she said, turning to face him. “For two days, my lord. We are stuck with one another. Let us make the best of it.” “And how do you propose we do that?” “By giving each other wide berth. We will not stand together, we will not talk to one another and we will most certainly not look at one another.” “No problem from this quarter.” “Good. You may be assured that it will be no difficulty for me, either.” -Matthew and Jane ↗

— Charlotte Featherstone

#jane #matthew #sinful #change

But let me ask you this: when Canaan cloaked you with his wings and you disappeared from the Terrestrial realm, did you just...stop existing?" "Of course not," I say, surprised by the question. "It's the same thing, Elle. Ali and your mother have been cloaked by death. You can't see them, but they're not gone. Not really. Our spirits will outlive our physical bodies, so it's our spirits we have to take care of." - page 285 ↗

— Shannon Dittemore

#jake-shield #death