Mclemore Quotes & Sayings

My mom is proud of me. I just want to keep working hard so one day I can help my family. I am going to get a big house one day, and we all can stay in it and eat. — Ben McLemore

A black semiplume, the barbs striped deep red, crossed her palm. She lifted it to her face, and her breath trembled the afterfeather. A perfect copy of the plume still burned into her arm, first a curse, now the only thing she had to prove that he had ever touched her. — Anna-Marie McLemore

...both he and she were creek beds, quiet when they were full and quiet when they were dry. But when they were half-full, wearing a coat of shallow water, the current bumped over the rocks and valleys in the creek beds, wearing down the earth. Giving someone else a little of who they were hurt more than giving up none or all of it. — Anna-Marie McLemore

Dunes slithered slowly across the landscape like ravenous parasites, leeching the plants of their nutrients, leaving behind withered husks. The sand rode the wind currents, swirling like dervishes. The worst, though, were the monster wind storms that raked the land, prefaced by a wall of sand reaching a mile or so into the sky, bringing the blackness of night. — J.R. McLemore

He thought the feud was live ash a boot heel could stomp out. He didn't notice it burning down both their houses. — Anna-Marie McLemore

That family was el Diablo on earth, with dark wings strapped to their bodies, French on their tongues, a sprinkling of gypsy blood. — Anna-Marie McLemore

He thought Kraft Singles contained, within a few inches, all American evils. — Anna-Marie McLemore

He wore his loneliness like his scar. — Anna-Marie McLemore

She was every shade of blue between two midnight's

When the Moon Was Ours — Anna-Marie McLemore

I'm never going to forget Wellston. It's where I grew up. It's my heart and my pride. The people are great here. I'm going to give back. I was born and raised here. I'm a humble person. The community knows that. I want to build it back to how it was and be a happier place than it was. — Ben McLemore

It's hard to play basketball when nothing is inside of you. — Ben McLemore

He was beautiful in ways that made him ugly to his family. — Anna-Marie McLemore

When they both realized they were heartbroken enough to want the love torn from their rib cages, they touched each other with their hands and their mouths, and they forgot they wanted to be cured. — Anna-Marie McLemore

The sense of falling did not touch her, not as long as her body was between the hands of this boy who felt steadier in the air than on the ground. — Anna-Marie McLemore

The possible ranks higher than the actual. — Martin Heidegger

They had both been beaten by men who decided that the only things worth less than their souls were their bodies. Cluck — Anna-Marie McLemore

You're only young once, they say, but doesn't it go on for a long time? More years than you can bear. — Hilary Mantel

He'd walked as a ghost in the gloomy bowels of this opera house for so long, darkness had become his brother, which was fitting, since his father was the night, and sunlight their forgotten friend. — A.G. Howard

This is the thing I learned from loving a transgender boy who took years to say his own name: that waiting with someone, existing in that quiet, wondering space with them when they need it, is worth all the words we have in us. — Anna-Marie McLemore

They're expected to forget everything they knew about being anything other than what they're supposed to be. — Anna-Marie McLemore

I think I can be pretty special. I think I can impact a lot in the NBA, especially with my size and my shooting ability and athleticism and just being a humble person. — Ben McLemore

You get those hunger pains. 'I am so hungry. We don't have any food. What are we going to eat?' Your stomach hurts. Then you get so upset and mad, like, no food. You start having tantrums and don't want to do anything. You get mad at everybody because you don't have any food. That's what happens when you don't eat. You are so sluggish. — Ben McLemore

I'm on Facebook anonymously. I wanted to see how people use it, what's going on there, but I personally didn't want to be on it because everybody in the world tries to get to you with scripts. — Patrick Whitesell

They prickled her like thorns and leaves growing under her skin, and she felt the ache of a glass vine caging her forearm. They would crack, and the jagged pieces would cut into her wrists. Her blood would tint the glass. It would splinter and cut deeper into her. — Anna-Marie McLemore

She smelled like halved apples and the new metal of sewing needles and a little like cinnamon. — Anna-Marie McLemore

Neither knew it at the time, but a line had been crossed that could not be uncrossed- a running leap over a chasm of ignorance and misunderstanding between species and worlds ... and a baby step taken into life's endless possibilities for wonder and joy and surprise that could no more be reversed than one's first taste of chocolate.
A dog kiss. — Berkeley Breathed

The scar on her forearm meant she could never be loyal to her family. Her name meant she could never be loyal to the Corbeaus. The only one left to be loyal to was him. — Anna-Marie McLemore

The difference between baptism and drowning is a few faithless breaths. — Anna-Marie McLemore

No boy was ever so interesting to them as when he was interesting to someone else. — Anna-Marie McLemore