Request To Hold Quotes & Sayings

With indies, all they have is their script and it's very important to them. The characters are better drawn, the stories more precise and the experience greater than with studio films where sometimes they fill in the script as they're shooting. — Mark Ruffalo

The patriarchal family, with its division of functions between a providing and protective father and a home-making, submissive mother, however satisfactory it may have been in its time, has outlived its day. Bread-winning is no longer a monopoly of men, and home-making should no longer be the monopoly of women. — Alva Myrdal

When people listen they make a listening noise. — David Mitchell

Why do you care so much?"


"Why are you still hiding from me? — Lexi Ryan

The power-hungry wanter their followers to believe that heaven was a place to which some people - and only people - went after death, a place that could be reached by those who had the approval of their organizations. So not even the perfected spirits were able to restore the wholeness of truth, because of interference by the human ego. — Benjamin Hoff

If you are constantly seeking then sooner or later, you will meet 'your opportunity — Sunday Adelaja

If it be honor in your wars to seem The same you are not,
which, for your best ends, You adopt your policy
how is it less or worse, That it shall hold companionship in peace With honour, as in war: since that to both It stands in like request? — William Shakespeare

It breaks my heart that we are always being nudged toward the most recently published books, when so many worthy books have gone unexplored. — Cathy Marie Buchanan

All my friends are girls. I just prefer the company of women. — Louise Nurding

Every author ought to write every book as if he were going to be beheaded the day he finished it. — F Scott Fitzgerald

- What are you doing now? - I'm under my covers - Alone? - y - A crime - I smiled, and the feeling of levity cracked the brittle shell of sorrow, if only for a second, and tears streamed down my face. - Don't make me laugh, fuckhead - May I join you under those lucky covers? - When I read the message, I didn't feel his request in my loins, but on my skin. I wanted him to touch me. Kiss me. Breathe on me. Talk to me. Hold me for hours. The desire wasn't just between my legs, but in my rib cage, my marrow, my fingertips. Could I give up the consuming protection of loneliness and indulge in a few hours with Jonathan? Was I worthy of a little comfort? Probably not. And I hadn't forgotten the submissive thing. No. He was going to drag me into a pit of defilement and humiliation. Seeing him would only draw him closer to me than he should be, ever. I texted: - I need you - I hit send. I shouldn't have. — C.D. Reiss

I think it's important to just be in your subconscious mind - at least when you're starting an idea. — St. Lucia

Let my children have music! Let them hear live music. — Charles Mingus

Sometimes when Rose was reading, she would catch a whiff of the musty smell of her book. She put her nose down in the fold and inhaled deeply so that wonderful smell, the smell of adventure in faraway lands, would fill her up. She rubbed her hand across the pages to feel the velvety surface of the paper. When she closed her eyes, her fingertips could even feel the words that were printed there, each letter raised just a little, almost like the special language that her blind aunt Mary could read.
To Rose, a book was as real and alive as if it breathed and walked and spoke. — Roger Lea MacBride

Danger, Danger running cold
Knowing but fearing just the same
Death comes and yet you don't let go
Standing while it's steel bands hold
Don't walk. Don't walk where light can not shine
You know the warning has been told
It comes for what is mine and I know it will be so.

Let go, it's all there is that's left. Let go your sin has no wrath.
Danger was Hell's last request.
Let go it's all there is that's left. Let go your sin has no wrath.
Forgiveness wasn't given yet. Not yet. Not yet.
No regrets.

~ Dank Walker — Abbi Glines

Pain is a partner I did not request;
This is a dance I did not ask to join;
whirled in a waltz when I would stop and rest,
Jolted and jerked, I ache in bone and loin.
Pain strives to hold me close in his embrace;
If I resist and try to pull away
His grasp grows tighter; closer comes his face;
hotter his breath. If he is here to stay
Then must I learn to dance this painful dance,
Move to its rhythm, keep my lagging feet
In time with his. Thus have I a chance
To work with pain, and so may pain defeat.
Pain is my partner. If I dance with pain
Then may this wedlock be not loss but gain. — Madeleine L'Engle