#year

I actually started singing those songs six or seven years ago, when I was an opening act for Frank Sinatra. ↗

— Pia Zadora

#actually #ago #frank #frank sinatra #i

Drop the last year into the silent limbo of the past. Let it go, for it was imperfect, and thank God that it can go. ↗

— Brooks Atkinson

#go #god #imperfect #into #last

I'm a 50 year-old guy and I'm not in shape like I was when I was 30. ↗

— Richard Gere

#i #like #old guy #shape #year-old

All playwrights should be dead for three hundred years. ↗

— Joseph L. Mankiewicz

#hundred #playwrights #should #three #years

Her eyes were of different colors, the left as brown as autumn, the right as gray as Atlantic wind. Both seemed alive with questions that would never be voiced, as if no words yet existed with which to frame them. She was nineteen years old, or thereabouts; her exact age was unknown. Her face was as fresh as an apple and as delicate as blossom, but a marked depression in the bones beneath her left eye gave her features a disturbing asymmetry. Her mouth never curved into a smile. God, it seemed, had withheld that possibility, as surely as from a blind man the power of sight. He had withheld much else. Amparo was touched—by genius, by madness, by the Devil, or by a conspiracy of all these and more. She took no sacraments and appeared incapable of prayer. She had a horror of clocks and mirrors. By her own account she spoke with Angels and could hear the thoughts of animals and trees. She was passionately kind to all living things. She was a beam of starlight trapped in flesh and awaiting only the moment when it would continue on its journey into forever.” (p.33) ↗

— Tim Willocks

#apple #asymmetry #atlantic #autumn #blind-man

Don't forget to give Neville our love!' Ginny told James as she hugged him. 'Mum! I can't give a professor love!' 'But you know Neville-' James rolled his eyes. 'Outside, yeah, but at school he's Professor Longbottom, isn't he? I can't walk into Herbology and give him love.... ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#deathly-hallows #epilogue #harry-potter #hogwarts #humor

I was not interested in spending 10 years in the culture wars. ↗

— Leon Wieseltier

#i #interested #not interested #spending #wars

I talked about 12 to 18 months, and that's about reaffirming our foundation for sustained growth: getting the discipline back, getting the basics right, getting the customer focus back... so by the end of next year, I hope most of that's in place. ↗

— Jim Cantalupo

#back #basics #customer #discipline #end

For feverish mornings after he left, she lay awake in that guest room in their house, in the rumples of the sheet he had slept in. She would get him on every turn: his aftershave lingering on the sides of the pillow that sometimes caught her, waking up from her dreams of him, in nuclear nights, his gaze: drenching her like water drops on burning rocks. She herself didn’t have any smell. He had to really lean in the first time to make out the attar amidst the freckles on her neck. And then there would be at least two, never only one: Jasmine and that other thing that he could never place- a smell that was between imitation pearls and the insides of a Durga Puja afternoon. On some days even in Simla, this she, would waft in by his collars nonchalantly.’ ('Left from Dhakeshwari') ↗

— Kunal Sen

#dreams

You can make more friends in two months by becoming interested in other people than you can in two years by trying to get other people interested in you. ↗

— Dale Carnegie

#friends #get #interested #make #months