#un

Once everyone else around you starts to become incredibly comfortable - if anything, quite happy with what you are doing - then I start to settling in and trusting all those choices that I've made up to that point. ↗

— Josh Lucas

#around #become #choices #comfortable #doing

One thing about great art: it made you love people more, forgive them their petty transgressions. ↗

— Nick Hornby

#art

I wanted to tell people, "My depression is acting up today" as an excuse for not seeing them, but I never managed to pull it off. ↗

— Ned Vizzini

#excuse #mental-ward #people #funny

We've got to protect our young men and women and we've got to win that, whatever the cost. ↗

— Ken Lucas

#got #men #men and women #our #protect

I'm a very recent convert to the gay scene. I went to a party a couple of years ago and met a very nice man who took me under his wing and started taking me out to clubs. It was a revelation. ↗

— Matt Lucas

#clubs #convert #couple #gay #his

We can lie in the language of dress or try to tell the truth; but unless we are naked and bald, it is impossible to be silent. ↗

— Alison Lurie

#dress #impossible #language #lie #naked

My parents were both from extremely different backgrounds. My father's Italian, my mother was of Swedish descent. They're both first-generation Americans. ↗

— Susan Lucci

#both #descent #different #different backgrounds #extremely

The world fell apart. Sirhan Sirhan shot Bobby Kennedy. Why were people shooting all the Kennedys? Had the country gone mad? ↗

— Lorna Luft

#bobby #bobby kennedy #country #fell #gone

It's very unlikely that we're going to send more troops to Iraq. We are going to have to train the Iraqis faster and harder. ↗

— Richard Lugar

#going #harder #iraq #iraqis #more

Sundays too my father got up early and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold, then with cracked hands that ached from labor in the weekday weather made banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him. I'd wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking. When the rooms were warm, he'd call, and slowly I would rise and dress, fearing the chronic angers of that house, speaking indifferently to him, who had driven out the cold and polished my good shoes as well. What did I know, what did I know of love's austere and lonely offices? ↗

— Robert Hayden

#anger