#rain

You can live your whole life in your brain and not experience what's around you. You go crazy that way. ↗

— Fiona Apple

#brain #crazy #experience #go #life

I'm a grown-up now, and I value the training I had. ↗

— Christina Applegate

#had #i #now #training #value

I had to get up run in the morning for 2 hours, go to the gym and also get good opponents as sparring partners because I'm a big believer in that how you train is how you will fight at least when it came to me that's how it worked. ↗

— Alexis Arguello

#because #believer #big #big believer #came

I was a freestyle dancer; I wasn't trained. ↗

— Andrea Arnold

#freestyle #i #trained

The generality of men are naturally apt to be swayed by fear rather than reverence, and to refrain from evil rather because of the punishment that it brings than because of its own foulness. ↗

— Aristotle

#because #brings #evil #fear #generality

Essentially, I'm untrained, so I just go with my imagination and try to put myself as solidly as I can into the shoes of whatever person I'm going to be playing. ↗

— Christian Bale

#go #going #i #i can #imagination

You loved her, but you let her marry some other fella? Why’d you do a fool thing like that?” “Because it was best for her.” “How do you know it was best for her?” Houston swiveled his head and captured his brother’s gaze. “What?” Austin shrugged. “What if what you thought was best for her wasn’t what she wanted?” “What are you talking about?” Austin slid his backside across the porch. “I’m not learned in these matters so I don’t understand how you know what you did was best for her.” -Houston and Austin ↗

— Lorraine Heath

#houston #lorraine-heath #texas-destiny #love

What...?" He began as he approached her before noticing the gate was open. He took command and wished he was in uniform with his star and weapon, but at the moment he was only a highly trained civilian, and unarmed. ↗

— Judith-Victoria Douglas

#command #highly-trained #star #unarmed #uniform

A pearl button skipped and hopped across the floor, creating a counterpoint to the splatters of rain hitting the windows. ↗

— Eloisa James

#love

APPROACH Rain is falling. Winter approaches. I drive towards it. In the slow rain. In the semi-darkness. Cello music is playing in the car. The deep sad sound of the cello. It almost swamps me. Routine endeavours to swamp me. The everyday paying of bills. But I paint men walking in a city of icebergs and crystal. Some of the icebergs are red. I paint a woman swimming in green wavy water. Surrounded by desert mesas. Bright orange in the sunlight. With darker orange for shadows. I paint two people. With purple and pink and yellow and blue circles overlapping the boundaries of their bodies. Dancing. Life is not ordinary. When I see you tonight I will press my lips to your eyelids. Each one in turn. I will rub my fingertips over the skin on the back of your hands and around your wrists. I will sigh. I will growl. I will whinny. I will gallop into your smile. One sharp foot after the other. ↗

— Jay Woodman

#ordinary #paint #rain #routine #winter