#micha

My heart didn't beat until I met you. ↗

— RaShelle Workman

#michael #venus #love

She’s definitely a romance writer. I’ve primed her to be a romance writer, subjecting her to so many romantic dramas it would be a miracle if she didn’t become a romance writer. ↗

— Samantha Young

#ellie-carmichael #on-dublin-street #samantha-young #until-fountain-bridge #romantic

People wrap themselves in their beliefs. And they do it in such a way that you can't set them free. Not even the truth will set them free. ↗

— Michael Specter

#atheism #denialism #fundamentalism #michael-specter #science

You're much shorter than my mom." "Brat," she said, surprised into a giggle. "That's no way to talk to a vampire." "Bloodsucking brat." "Better" he said. ↗

— Rachel Caine

#doctor-mills #ghost-town #michael-glass #morganville-vampires #rachel-caine

An English journalist called Michael Viney told me when I was 25, that I would write well if I cared a lot what I was writing about. That worked. I went home that day and wrote about parents not understanding their children as well as we teachers did, and it was published the very next week. ↗

— Maeve Binchy

#called #cared #children #day #did

I had a jeep made up for Michael, and he would take it on tour, and he would hide behind it, like a curtain. ↗

— Rick Dees

#curtain #had #hide #i #like

St. Michaels Mount is a favourite place of mine; people will walk across to the Mount all day and assume they will be able to walk home. The spectacle of hundreds of people realising that the path they walked over on is disappearing under several feet of water is very amusing. ↗

— John Dyer

#across #all day #amusing #assume #day

Myself, Marion Jones and Michael Johnson all got married on the same day because it was the only point on the athletics' schedule we could fit in. October 3, 1998. ↗

— Ato Boldon

#because #could #day #fit #got

Michael Jackson has a very good heart. He was crying when he was giving me the award, 'cause his mind went back over the early days. ↗

— James Brown

#back #cause #crying #days #early

He tried to remember Moon Child's eyes, but was no longer able to. He was sure of only one thing: that her glance had passed through his eyes and down into his heart. He could still feel the burning trail it had left behind. That glance, he felt, was embedded in his heart, and there it glittered like a mysterious jewel. And in a strange and wonderful way it hurt. Even if Bastian had wanted to, he couldn't have defended himself against this thing that had happened to him. However, he didn't want to. Oh no, not for anything in the world would he have parted with that jewel. All he wanted was to go on reading, to see Moon Child again, to be with her. IT never occurred to him that he was getting into the most unusual and perhaps the most dangerous of adventures. But even if he had known this, he wouldn't have dreamed of shutting the book. ↗

— Michael Ende

#love #michael-ende #romance #the-neverending-story #dreams