""Abby," he murmured, lifting a hand to curve around her neck. "I love you." A sob slipped free and she wrapped her arms around his waist. One of his hands cupped the back of her neck and cuddled her in close. As he bent around her, he whispered, "I’ve loved you so long, I can’t remember what it’s like to not love you. And I’ll go to my grave loving you. You’re my everything.""

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Source : "Wrecked". Book by Shiloh Walker, 2013.

Shiloh Walker

#Love You Quotes #Curves Quotes #Hands Quotes

“All who become men of power reach their estate by the same self-mastery, the same self-adjustment to circumstances, the same voluntary exercise and discipline of their faculties, and the same working of their life up to and into their high ideals of life.”
“What I had not counted on was discovering how closely a man could come to dying and still not die, or want to die. That, too, was mine; and it also is to the good. For that experience resolved proportions and relationships for me as nothing else could have done; and it is surprising, approaching the final enlightenment, how little one really has to know or feel sure about.”

Source : Richard E. Byrd (2003). “Alone: The Classic Polar Adventure”, p.8, Island Press
“I urge pupils when studying a work and in order to master its most important aspic, the rhythmic structure, or the ordering of the time process, to do just what a conductor does with the score: to place music on the desk and to conduct the work from beginning to end as if it were played by someone else, an imaginary pianist with the conductor trying to impress him with his will, his tempo first of all, plus all the details of his performance.”
“I've always been fascinated by the grassroots folktale level of a culture, and as a storyteller, I have to follow what seems to be leading me on.”
“I don't think you can ever please all audiences.”

Source : "Director Karan Johar Exclusive Interview MY NAME IS KHAN". Interview with Sheila Roberts, collider.com. May 7, 2010.
“One half of my head, from the top of my skull to the cleft of my jaw, hammers, bangs, sizzles while the other half, serene and content, looks on at the agony next door.”
“I'm ready to meet a nice man!”
“I've spent, I think, close to the last decade effortlessly and magically converting your tin cans into pure gold.”

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