#valentine

Shirley Valentine is a beautiful character and so well written. What Shirley speaks and thinks is so logical. ↗

— Loretta Swit

#character #logical #shirley #speaks #thinks

Even in the very beginning when she would bump into George Valentine and people would start taking pictures of her, she never thought, 'I'm with George Valentine. I need to get a picture with him." She's like "oh that's funny. Everyone's taking pictures!' ↗

— Berenice Bejo

#bump #even #everyone #funny #george

Just take the weapon you hold in your hand and drive it through his heart," Valentine's voice was soft. "One simple motion. Nothing you haven't done before." Jace met his father's stare with a level gaze. "I saw Agramon," he said. "It had your face." "You saw Agramon?" The Soul-Sword glittered as Valentine moved toward his son. "And you lived?" "I killed it." "You killed the Demon of Fear, but you won't kill a single vampire, not even at my order?" Jace stood watching Valentine without expression. "He's a vampire, that's true," he said. "But his name is Simon. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#ethics #fear #jace-wayland #loyalty #simon-lewis

I feel like men are more romantic than women. When we get married we marry, like, one girl, 'cause we're resistant the whole way until we meet one girl and we think I'd be an idiot if I didn't marry this girl she's so great. But it seems like girls get to a place where they just kinda pick the best option... 'Oh he's got a good job.' I mean they spend their whole life looking for Prince Charming and then they marry the guy who's got a good job and is gonna stick around. ↗

— Blue Valentine

#girl #guy #life #love #married

Jace looked as if she had slapped him. "Why are you determined not to believe us?" "Because she loves you," said Valentine. Clary felt the blood drain out of her face. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#forbidden-love #jace-wayland #love #valentine #love

Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey. ↗

— Lord Byron

#fear #find #love #paths #prey

Some women flirt more with what they say, and some with what they do. ↗

— Anna Held

#flirt #more #say #some #they say

How sweet it is! ↗

— Jackie Gleason

#how #sweet

The Angel blade burns you, just as God's name chokes you," said Valentine, his cool voice sharp as crystal. "They say that those who die upon its point will achieve the gates of heaven. In which case, revenant, I am doing you a favor." He lowered the blade so that the tip touched Simon's throat. Valentine's eyes were the color of black water and there was nothing in them: no anger, no compassion, not even any hate. They were empty as a hollowed-out grave. "Any last words?" Simon knew what he was supposed to say. Sh'ma Yisrael, adonai elohanu, adonai echod. Hear, oh Israel, the Lord our God, the Lord is One. He tried to speak the words, but a searing pain burned his throat. "Clary," he whispered instead. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#last-words #simon-lewis #valentine-morgenstern #anger

It was February sixth: eight days until Valentine's Day. I was dateless, as usual, deep in the vice grip of unrequited love. It was bad enough not having a boyfriend for New Year's Eve. Now I had to cope with Valentine datelessness, feeling consummate social pressure from every retailer in America who stuck hearts and cupids in their windows by January second to rub it in. (Thwonk) ↗

— Joan Bauer

#commercialization #humor #self-pity #unrequited-love #valentine-s-day