Mclemore And 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

I'm very, very jealous of guys who just go and decide to party and then can work the next day. — Matthew Perry

Hey, kid," Adam interrupts. "Juliette is going to be staying with us for a little while. Why don't you go make sure you don't have any underwear lying on the floor, huh?"
James looks horrified. He darts into the darkness without another word. ...
"There's no underwear anywhere ," James announces. — Tahereh Mafi

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

Only a fool would wish to go back who he was. — Laurie Viera Rigler

It is unfeeling to speak of the people who cooperate in the production of art works as "personnel" or, worse yet, "support personnel", but that accurately reflects their importance in the conventional art world view. In that view, the person who does the "real work", making the choices that give the work its artistic importance and integrity, is the artist, who may be any of a number of people involved in its production, everyone else's job is to assist. I do not accept the view of the relative importance of the "personnel" involved that the term connotes, but i use it to emphasize that it is the common view in art worlds — Howard S. Becker

They said the stock market crashed, or something, but since I'm deaf I didn't hear it (ha-ha). — Stephen King

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

She took out a third blank sheet. It seemed to beg her to fill it. A blank page was nothing but potential, pointless until it was used. — Brandon Sanderson

The wolf attacks with his fang, the bull with his horn. — Horace

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

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

If ever there was a season for constipation it was winter. — Anthony Marra

But it is a very difficult thing to change the future.
The slightest turn of phrase ... action and the human soul.
The future changes direction based on those things. — CLAMP

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

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

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

...my man world will blow up — Allen Ginsberg

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

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

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

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

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

Envy is ever joined with the comparing of a man's self; and where there is no comparison, no envy. — Francis Bacon

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

If all our wishes were gratified, most of our pleasures would be destroyed. — Richard Whately

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 had been many months since I'd shed tears for Tomaso, but grief is like that. It's not a continuous process; it comes in waves. You can keep it at bay for a time, like a dam holding back a lake, but them something triggers an explosion inside of you, shattering the wall and letting loose a flood. — Paul Adam

She was every shade of blue between two midnight's

When the Moon Was Ours — Anna-Marie McLemore

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

I couldn't help but feel very different from everybody, so I think that's why I found such a big world in music, and that's why I kind of - I was an introvert as a kid, but I loved the piano, and that's where I felt at home. — Emeli Sande

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

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

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

Nudity in photography, whether involving adults or children, is a subject sinking under a freight of political and moral disapproval it could never hope to support, and this is not the place for me to get out the bilge pump. I will only say that critics who tremble so fiercely at the thought of the voyeuristic male gaze miss the point that distance generates mystery and enchantment, and expresses the awe with which the male imagination regards all women. — J.G. Ballard

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