#together

The good thing about 'SNL' is that it's the same people every week that you're working with, and we've all become so close and tight because we've worked together so long and so closely together. ↗

— Kristen Wiig

#because #become #close #closely #every

When you're together with someone for some time, you will automatically depend on them as if they were a crutch. And then it ends. ↗

— Kim Wilde

#crutch #depend #ends #some #someone

Among the many reasons assignable for the sad decay of true Christianity, perhaps the neglecting to assemble ourselves together, in religious societies, may not be one of the least. ↗

— George Whitefield

#assemble #christianity #decay #least #many

No house should ever be on a hill or on anything. It should be of the hill. Belonging to it. Hill and house should live together each the happier for the other. ↗

— Frank Lloyd Wright

#belonging #each #ever #happier #hill

I'm sure everything has a bearing on what I'm doing. My family is a lower-middle-class family, there's lots of children, seven brothers, two sisters grew up together, fighting with each other, went to school. My mother went to school up to 4th grade. My father went to school up to 8th grade. So that's about the education level we had in the family. ↗

— Muhammad Yunus

#bearing #brothers #children #class family #doing

I have always believed that opera is a planet where the muses work together, join hands and celebrate all the arts. ↗

— Franco Zeffirelli

#arts #believed #celebrate #hands #i

Oh, look, the lights are so pretty,” I said dreamily, having just noticed them. I smiled at the way the lights were dancing overhead, pink and yellow and blue. I felt some pressure on my arm and thought, I should look over and see what’s going on, but then the thought was gone, sliding away like Jell-O off a hot car hood. “Fang?” “Yeah. I’m here.” I struggled to focus on him. “I’m so glad you’re here.” “Yeah, I got that.” “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” I peered up at him, trying to see past the too-bright lights. “You’d be fine,” he muttered. “No,” I said, suddenly struck by how unfine I would be. “I would be totally unfine. Totally.” It seemed very urgent that he understand this. Again I felt some tugging on my arm, and I really wondered what that was about. Was Ella’s mom going to start this procedure any time soon? “It’s okay. Just relax.” He sounded stiff and nervous. “Just...relax. Don’t try to talk.” “I don’t want my chip anymore,” I explained groggily, then frowned. “Actually, I never wanted that chip.” “Okay,” said Fang. “We’re taking it out.” “I just want you to hold my hand.” “I am holding your hand.” “Oh. I knew that.” I drifted off for a few minutes, barely aware of anything, but feeling Fang’s hand still in mine. “Do you have a La-Z-Boy somewhere?” I roused myself to ask, every word an effort. “Um, no,” said Ella’s voice, somewhere behind my head. “I think I would like a La-Z-Boy,” I mused, letting my eyes drift shut again. “Fang, don’t go anywhere.” “I won’t. I’m here.” “Okay. I need you here. Don’t leave me.” “I won’t.” “Fang, Fang, Fang,” I murmured, overwhelmed with emotion. “I love you. I love you sooo much.” I tried to hold out my arms to show how much, but I couldn’t move them. “Oh, jeez,” Fang said, sounding strangled. ↗

— James Patterson

#comfort #dizziness #don-t-go #friends #friendship

I always wrote poetry and stuff like that, so putting songs together wasn't that spectacular. ↗

— Amy Winehouse

#i #i always #like #poetry #putting

I want the concentration and the romance, and the worlds all glued together, fused, glowing: have no time to waste any more on prose. ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#concentration #fused #glowing #glued #i

We were sitting outside at our favorite Italian restaurant, Callini’s, one Friday lunch when Sam revealed to me what his ideal female looked like. A few women walked by and Sam used words like “big legs” and “too big up top” to describe women that barely weighed over 100 pounds. The following bomb then pried its way out of his mouth, “I’m still in love with Winny Cooper.” I replied with shock in my voice, “Winny Cooper from The Wonder Years?” Sam glowed, “Yeah, Winny is my ideal woman.” “You do realize that she was a little girl in that show,” I said trying to awaken Sam’s better judgment. He started laughing, “Winnie was a babe. I had a huge crush on her.” I needed clarification: “You do realize that you were in your 20s when that show was on. So, that would mean that you had a crush on a 12 year-old. ↗

— Phil Wohl

#working-together #dating