Belongers Turks Quotes & Sayings

And could it even really be called a kiss? It had been very, very
short. And did it mean anything if the kisser (him) had been feeling
terribly grateful to the kissee (her) and possibly even indebted, in
the most elemental of ways?
She'd saved his life, after all. A kiss was not entirely out of
order.
Plus, he had said, "Forgive me." Did it count as a kiss if the
kisser had asked for forgiveness?
Honoria thought not. — Julia Quinn

I can tell you as a fact that if you'd asked anyone in Hollywood one year before 'Pirates of the Caribbean' had come out, they'd have told you the pirate movie was a dead genre. And it's not that it's a dead genre. If you make a bad pirate movie, no one will want to see it. If you make a good one, everyone will want to see it. — Dean Devlin

I'm counting my drawer when Regn comes into the office. I hear her before she enters. I listen for her. The sound of the keypad, the sound of three doors. I saw her pull up on my way in. The anticipation is what I love. The details. The security of knowing she's arrived and will be here for the day. Even if we don't have the leisure of time, we have time. It is the unspoken acknowledgments to self. The constant checking and watching for expressions, inflections in the voice, mannerisms. It is a gradual advance. The more we are restrained, the stronger it grows. It is innocence and age that allows the affection to mature, naturally, as it should. Something inside stirs, the heart itself is attracted, much before the body responds. Knowing Regn looks forward to seeing me as much as I do her makes me happy. — Wheston Chancellor Grove

A brick could be used to replace the brother you never had. Well, it's only a possibility, but you probably won't like it, because as soon as your parents gain another child, you'll quickly find out that you were only their favorite child because you were their only child. — Jarod Kintz

Los Angeles, give me some of you! Los Angeles come to me the way I came to you, my feet over your streets, you pretty town I loved you so much, you sad flower in the sand, you pretty town! — John Fante