#ty

The winner of the hoop race will be the first to realize her dream, not society's dream, her own personal dream. ↗

— Barbara Bush

#dream #first #her #hoop #own

There speaks the passion and the rebellion that go with red hair. My second wife had red hair. She was a beautiful woman, and she loved me. Strange, is it not? I have always admired red-haired women. Your hair is very beautiful. There are other things I like about you. Your spirit, your courage; the fact that you have a mind of your own. ~Mr. Aristides ↗

— Agatha Christie

#beauty

E.T.' and 'Extra,' they are too salacious. They go, Oooh, Katie Couric just broke up with X. 'Access Hollywood' is really good entertainment news. It's not dirty, and we don't get cheap. ↗

— Billy Bush

#broke #cheap #dirty #entertainment #extra

The man of sensibility is too busy talking about his feelings to have time for good deeds. ↗

— Mason Cooley

#busy #deeds #feelings #good #good deeds

Just touching her makes me want to immerse myself, put my head completely under the surface of her. I want to drift, to let her carry me away, down her current. ↗

— Holly Schindler

#beauty

When you call me close to tell me your body is not beautiful I want to summon the eyes and hidden mouths of stone and light and water to testify against you. ↗

— Leonard Cohen

#beauty

I think when you see an aircraft fire, these angry, black puffs of smoke, knowing that one of them could kill you that you - you - you understand the seriousness of the mission. And you understand your own mortality. ↗

— George H. W. Bush

#angry #black #could #fire #i

I sought her eye, desirous to read there the intelligence which I could not discern in her face or hear in her conversation; it was merry, rather small; by turns I saw vivacity, vanity, coquetry, look out through its irid, but I watched in vain for a glimpse of soul. I am no Oriental; white necks, carmine lips and cheeks, clusters of bright curls, do not suffice for me without that Promethean spark which will live after the roses and lilies are faded, the burnished hair grown grey. In sunshine, in prosperity, the flowers are very well; but how many wet days are there in life--November seasons of disaster, when a man's hearth and home would be cold indeed, without the clear, cheering gleam of intellect. ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

#intellect #spark #beauty

America will never seek a permission slip to defend the security of our people. ↗

— George W. Bush

#defend #never #our #our people #people

The course of this conflict is not known, yet its outcome is certain. Freedom and fear, justice and cruelty, have always been at war, and we know that God is not neutral between them. ↗

— George W. Bush

#been #between #certain #conflict #course