“Dear Baby, I hope someday somebody wants to hold you for 20 minutes straight and that's all they do. They don't pull away. They don't look at your face. They don't try to kiss you. All they do is wrap you up in their arms and hold on tight, without an ounce of selfishness to it.” WantTryingLooksFacesMinutesBabyArmsKissingDearSelfishnessSomedayYour FaceWrapsWaitress Author:Keri Russell
“Some of you young folks been saying to me, "Hey Pops, what you mean 'What a wonderful world'? How about all them wars all over the place? You call them wonderful? And how about hunger and pollution? That aint so wonderful either." Well how about listening to old Pops for a minute. Seems to me, it aint the world that's so bad but what we're doin' to it. And all I'm saying is, see, what a wonderful world it would be if only we'd give it a chance. Love baby, love. That's the secret, yeah. If lots more of us loved each other, we'd solve lots more problems. And then this world would be a gasser.” IfsMenWorldGivingMeanWarProblemSeemsWould BeYoungChanceSecretWonderfulMinutesThis WorldBabyListeningYeahHungerFolksPopsSolveHeyPollutionWonderful WorldBaby LoveGive It A Chance Author:Louis Armstrong
“I dreamed you a field of running horses, Selah. For you, Bianca, a balloon the size of the sky, my body a kite you can throw into the air.Pull me by string and horse.Tell me everything won't end in death. That everything doesn't end with February. Dead wildflowers wrapped around a crying baby's throat.I've slowed my heartbeat to three beats a minute. I've redrawn the clouds into birds, a fox chasing them into the mountains.I'm going to move my hand today.I vomit ice cubes.There's a ghost next to me.Get up, Dad.(Light Boxes)” EndsBodyHandsLightRunningTodayMovingThreeNextAirSkyMinutesCryFieldsBabyDadMountainBeatsBirdHorseCloudsSizeBoxesGhostGet UpIceStringsThroatFoxesChasingHeartbeatBalloonsFebruaryKitesCubesWildflowers Author:Shane Jones
“I don't particularly like babies. I don't mind them for about four minutes. That's my max. After that I can't quite see what everyone's fussing about.” MindI CanFourMinutesBabyMaxFussing Author:Hugh Grant
“Maybe if I have another baby [I will grow my hair], because your hair grows super fast. I'll just grow it out and go natural for a minute.” IfsGrowsNaturalMinutesHairBaby Author:Amber Rose
“We're being asked to continually be "authentic" and "honest" with the world through social media. There's a demand to post our wedding pictures, baby pictures (only minutes after the birth), our relationship status, and our grief and joys on Facebook and Instagram. Similarly, we construct persona through dating apps and networking sites. All of these social media networks exert pressure on us to share the personal details of our lives with unknown masses. So the pressure on the characters in "Openness" isn't merely romantic, but public/social as well.” WorldWellsCharacterJoySocialGriefOur LivesShareMinutesHonestMediaBabyBirthDemandMassDatingPressureDetailsSocial MediaPostsOpennessOur RelationshipSiteConstructsNetworkingInstagramPersonaAppsOur WeddingNetworking SitesBaby PicturesWedding Pictures Author:Alexander Weinstein
“After dinner or lunch or whatever it was -- with my crazy 12-hour night I was no longer sure what was what -- I said, "Look, baby, I'm sorry, but don't you realize that this job is driving me crazy? Look, let's give it up. Let's just lay around and make love and take walks and talk a little. Let's go to the zoo. Let's look at animals. Let's drive down and look at the ocean. It's only 45 minutes. Let's play games in the arcades. Let's go to the races, the Art Museum, the boxing matches. Let's have friends. Let's laugh. This kind of life like everybody else's kind of life: it's killing us.” GivingLooksKindLittlesArtSaidPlayJobsNightGamesRealizingHoursWalksAnimalRaceLaughingCrazyMinutesBabyOceanDown AndLaysKillingSorryDinnerDrivingBoxingMuseumsLunchMaking LoveI'm SorryZoosDrive Me CrazyBoxing MatchesArcades Book:Charles Bukowski Fiction Collection Source: Charles Bukowski Fiction Collection
“It's just that, right now, I want to hear you promise me that if we do run out of time and I go mad, like Miranda, it ends with me. The curse ends here, because our baby will be safe. You will make that happen. Isn't that so?" It took him a minute. "Yes," he said finnally. "It's so. Although, if we're just going to talk about the baby, I can think of an easier way to save her." Oh? What?" I'd just lock her up from her sixteenth birthday on." Lucy didn't laugh. "Don't think I haven't thought of that too, love. but here's the thing. That parents try that in all the fairy tales. It never works.” IfsThinkingWayWantTryingSaidI CanEndsHappensRunningParentLaughingMinutesHavensBabyEasierPromiseRight NowSafeMadTalesCurseFairyFairy TaleLocksLucyPromise MeMirandaSixteenth Birthday Author:Nancy Werlin