D. P . Hall Quotes
And when he kisses me it feels a bit like fear and tastes a bit like tears, but it’s as bright and sweet as sherbet, and I decide to call it joy.
How rough your hands still are.”Embarrassed, she made to pull them away, but he held them fast. “Yet never have I longed to kiss any woman’s hands as I long to kiss these.
To look in the eyes of the one you live with & see true love is indeed the purest of pleasures
A soulmate will never leave you. They will always be apart of your life until one day the chance is given for them to become your life. It is then you will become one.
If their students aren't learning, then they are not teaching. Adapt to global, auditory, tactile & visual learners.
My first day of teaching, I got hit in the head with a bandstand & needed 4 stitches. Welcome to #NYCity teaching in the 90s.
Our worst can become our best if mistakes are gathered like twigs of a bird's nest, giving one true foundation, a spiritual home to build their life upon.
I felt for the first time, maybe ever, how much harder it was to be the adults. And I wasn't sure I could do that when it was my turn.
Taking "Christ" out of "Christmas" just reads "Mas" which is Spanish for "More." Seems Americans just want "mas, " "mas, " "mas." But when is more ever enough without Christ in it? More Christ?
Through the metal bars of the jungle gym, she watches two gray squirrels chase each other around a tree. Around and around and around. So gratuitous.
In daylight and up close, he was merciless, all smiles and freckles, the brightest, boldest flame a moth could wish for.
If you would really study my pleasure, mother, you must consider your own comfort and convenience a little more than you do.
Let us hush this cry of 'Forward', till ten thousand years have gone.
Denial and minimizing is often seen in genuine PTSD and, hence, should be a target of detection and measurement.
Don't let the way people are, disrupt your day. Understand them for who they are, the good & the bad, but keep a bond with Serenity.
Compensate the lack of love from the world with an abundance of self-love. Work on happiness inside. The external world will respond.
He has never told anyone this story. He doesn't mind talking to Richard, to Rafe about his past--within reason--but he doesn't mean to give away pieces of himself.
. . . I should wish you to think more deeply, to look further, and aim higher than you do.
A writing day is like any other day. Except I live in my pajamas, I forget to eat, and I suddenly look up, wondering when day turned into night.
I just slept for fifteen hours straight. Yes, writing a musical is THAT exhausting!
You are more ready and able to grasp at opportunity when your hands are empty.
Lost in New York City. Not that I don't know where I am, but rather perplexed as to where I am going.
The only antidote to religious triumphalism is the readiness of communities of faith to permit doubt and self-criticism to play a vital role in the life of Faith.
Your writing should be filled with simple complexities and complex simplicities. Because that is life.
You know you are a writer when characters inside your brain keep demanding, 'This is my story! Now tell it or I will never leave you alone!
What's true about you is what God says about you. Not what your mirror says. Not what your past says.
I'm turning into an old man. I own four pairs of oxfords, my stories get a little long winded, and my neighbors play their music too loud.
She meant to write: "Is Christy here yet?"Auto Correct turned it into: "Is crazy here yet?"For once Auto Correct got it right.
I mean. You put puppies in a store front, I will stop and giddily stare. Every. Single. Time.
You know you're officially an adult when you finally understand WHY Miss Hannigan was drinking bath water.
Q: Best part about being a musical theatre book writer?A: Explaining what that is.
If I were to be honest, I'm probably fifty percent bagel. Okay, fine, sixty percent.
Don't fool yourself. Talking about writing is not the same as actually doing it.
And so you prefer her faults to other people’s perfections?
The reality I submerse myself in when writing, is far greater than the physical reality surrounding me at work!
There is always more goodness in the world than there appears to be because goodness is of its very nature modest and retiring.
I seen the look in your eyes...I reached out to touch you but feared I would mark your skin. I do not want just tonight, my love. I want to know that always...always...you will be mine.
Growing up, I used to climb out my window onto the roof and look up at the stars. There, in the quiet, I would write stories inside my head.
Souls are more important than stories, yes. But stories are a window to the soul. Without stories, the soul suffocates.