#super

I haven't done a great deal of it but this was a chance to do more and bring it to that part of the business and even more so, but the fact that it was a black superhero was really the catalyst to me. ↗

— Blair Underwood

#bring #business #catalyst #chance #deal

The Beach Boys are not a superstar group. The music is the superstar of the group. ↗

— Dennis Wilson

#beach boys #group #music #superstar

Everyone knows what the Masters is, even if you're a non-golfer. People know what Wimbledon is. They know what the Super Bowl is. There are certain events that people just know about. ↗

— Tiger Woods

#bowl #certain #even #events #everyone

There aren't that many superstars around anymore. ↗

— Al Yankovic

#around #many #superstars

I'm always attracted to the vulnerable character more than I am the superhero. ↗

— Steve Zahn

#am #attracted #character #i #i am

It's always been a great survival value for people to believe they belong to a superior tribe. That's just in human relationships. ↗

— E. O. Wilson

#been #believe #belong #great #human

Confidence and superiority: It's the usual fundamentalist stuff: I've got the truth, and you haven't. ↗

— Jeanette Winterson

#fundamentalist #got #haven #i #stuff

As she grew older, Maddy discovered that she had disappointed almost everyone. An awkward girl with a sullen mouth, a curtain of hair, and a tendency to slouch, she had neither Mae's sweet nature nor sweet face. Her eyes were rather beautiful, but few people ever noticed this, and it was widely believed Maddy was ugly, a troublemaker, too clever for her own good, too stubborn - or too slack - to change. Of course, folk agreed that it was not her fault she was so brown or her sister so pretty, but a smile costs nothing, as the saying goes, and if only the girl had made an effort once in a while, or even showed a little gratitude for all the help and free advice, then maybe she would have settled down. ↗

— Joanne Harris

#hypocrisy #labeling #prejudice #scapegoating #superiority

Quote from BEAUTIFULLY BROKEN – pgs. 86 -87 “A Kiss”: I went to snatch my hand away, but Trent caught my hand in his, startling me. I looked up to see warmth on his face. His smile held the promise of happiness. He scooted closer and held my gaze for a breath, glanced down. He leaned forward, as if he had no control over his actions. I inhaled his nice, soapy-clean scent, and all coherent thought left my head. His hands gripped my waist and Trent yanked me against him, his mouth covering mine in a deep kiss. The caress of his lips was softer than I’d imagined. An unfamiliar rush of excitement engulfed my senses. My hands wrapped around his neck, fingering his silky tousled hair. His moist lips seared a path from my lips to my neck, igniting a blaze of desire that flooded my skin everywhere his lips and roaming hands touched. Boys had kissed me before, but not like this. Never like this... ↗

— Sherry Soule

#supernatural #urban-fantasy #young-adult #beauty

The Celt, and his cromlechs, and his pillar-stones, these will not change much – indeed, it is doubtful if anybody at all changes at any time. In spite of hosts of deniers, and asserters, and wise-men, and professors, the majority still are adverse to sitting down to dine thirteen at a table, or being helped to salt, or walking under a ladder, of seeing a single magpie flirting his chequered tale. There are, of course, children of light who have set their faces against all this, although even a newspaperman, if you entice him into a cemetery at midnight, will believe in phantoms, for everyone is a visionary, if you scratch him deep enough. But the Celt, unlike any other, is a visionary without scratching. ↗

— W.B. Yeats

#celts #folklore #ireland #irish #supernatural