#mitch

The hand that rested on my shoulder rubbed it a bit, comfortingly. Then it gave my shoulder a little squeeze. I leaned into him. Maybe it was that I was broken. Maybe it was just that I was out of my mind. But it occurred to me that I was going to kiss him. The thought just arrived, certain knowledge, delivered from some greater, more knowledgeable place. I was going to kiss him. Stephen would not want to kiss me. He would back up in horror. And yet, I was still going to do it. I reached over, and put my hand against his chest, then I moved closer. I could feel just the very tips of the gentle stubble on his cheek brushing against my skin. "Rory," he said. But it was a quiet protest, and it went nowhere. For the first few seconds, he didn't move-he accepted the kiss like you might accept a spoonful of medicine. Then I heard it, a sigh, like he had finally set down a heavy weight. I was pretty sure we were both kind of terrified, but I was completely sure that we were both doing this. We kissed slowly, very deliberately, coming together and then pulling apart and looking at each other. Then each kiss got longer, and then it didn't stop. Stephen put his hand just under the edge of my shirt, holding it on the spot where the scar was. Sometimes the skin around the scar got cold-now it was warm. Now it was alive. "So Thorpe says that-Seriously?" Callum was in the doorway. Stephen mumbled what I think was a very obscene word right against my mouth. "You realize I now owe Boo five pounds?" Callum said. "Boo! I owe you five pounds! ↗

— Maureen Johnson

#callum-mitchell #rory-deveaux #stephen-dene #medicine

So my father grew up in an orphanage in Boston. He was then adopted by an elderly childless couple from Maine, who gave him the name of Mitchell. He moved to Maine, and there he met my mother and was married. ↗

— George J. Mitchell

#boston #childless #couple #elderly #father

Definitely I grew up listening to Joni Mitchell, and I think she is a wonderful writer, so she is probably part of me. ↗

— Jane Siberry

#grew #i #i think #joni #joni mitchell

I'm a commercial writer, not an author. Margaret Mitchell was an author. She wrote one book. ↗

— Mickey Spillane

#book #commercial #i #margaret #mitchell

Mitch and I have known each other for such a long time, and we're both so pleased to be given this opportunity at this point in our lives to play characters that we've never really had a chance to play before. It's a great gift. Plus we're wise enough to appreciate it. ↗

— Susan Sullivan

#before #both #chance #characters #each

All that happens when your dreams come true is a slow, melting realization that it wasn't what you thought. ↗

— Mitch Albom

#mitch-albom #dreams

Best thing that ever happened to me, that shredded washer," he whispered. "Too bad I didn't know what a washer was or I would have shredded it myself," I whispered back and he burst out laughing. ↗

— Kristen Ashley

#law-man #mara #mitch #dreams

Sissy Mae Smith...stumbled into the room loaded down with even more bags. "You pack like a woman," she snarled when she finally dropped the luggage to the floor. "How can one man have so much conditioner?" His mouth filled with French toast, Mitch pointed at his hair and snarled, "Tawny mane! Do you think this shit stays this beautiful on its own? It needs care and love! Which is more than I'm getting from you! ↗

— Shelly Laurenston

#mitch #sissy #beauty

Time flies with you ↗

— Mitch Albom

#mitch-albom #the-time-keeper #thoughtful #beauty

It is because the human spirit knows, deep down, that all lives intersect. That death doesn't just take someone, it messes someone else, and in the small distance between being taken and being missed, lives are changed. ↗

— Mitch Albom

#change