DON'T WANNA HANG AROUND ANYONE TODAY I'M SICK OF PLAYING THE SAME OLD GAMES CAUSE I KNOW I CAN'T WIN THEM ANYWAY AND I WILL DREAM A DIFFERENT LIE STUCK IN BETWEEN HER THIGHS AND WONDER JUST WHEN I WILL MEET HER ALL I REALLY NEED IS SOMEONE LIKE PHOEBE SOMEONE TO EXCITE MY FANTASY AND EVERY NIGHT I'LL DREAM THAT SHE IS HERE WITH ME AND I WILL BE THE ONLY ONE FOR HER AND I'M WASTING TIME GOING BLIND THINKING SHE'LL BE MINE TONIGHT WASTING TIME GOING BLIND THINKING SHE'LL BE MINE I'VE BEEN IN LOVE SINCE THE DAY I SAW FAST TIMES IT'S ON A PERMANENT REWIND AND CAN YOU GUESS MY FAVORITE PART I USED TO LIKE TOSSING OFF TO HER POOL SCENE NOW I'M KISSING TV SCREENS SHE'S THE ONLY STAR WHO'S TOUCHED MY HEART ON ALL I REALLY NEED IS SOMEONE LIKE PHOEBE SOMEONE TO EXCITE MY FANTASY AND EVERY NIGHT I'LL DREAM THAT SHE IS HERE WITH ME AND I WILL BE THE ONLY ONE FOR HER AND I'M LOOKING FOR A FAST TIME WATCHING OUT FOR BRIGHT LIGHTS SEND ME OFF TO PRIVATE SCHOOL WHEN I'M WITH YOU IT'S PARADISE LOOKING FOR A FAST TIME WATCHING OUT FOR BRIGHT LIGHTS SEND ME OFF TO PRIVATE SCHOOL WHEN I'M WITH YOU IT'S PARADISE WHEN I'M WITH YOU IT'S PARADISE WHEN I'M WITH YOU IT'S PARADISE WHEN I'M WITH YOU IT'S PARADISE ALL I REALLY NEED IS SOMEONE LIKE PHOEBE SOMEONE TO EXCITE MY FANTASY AND EVERY NIGHT I'LL DREAM THAT SHE IS HERE WITH ME AND I WILL BE THE ONLY ONE FOR HER AND I'M WASTING TIME GOING BLIND THINKING SHE'LL BE MINE TONIGHT WASTING TIME GOING BLIND THINKING SHE'LL BE MINE WASTING TIME GOING BLIND THINKING SHE'LL BE MINE TONIGHT WASTING TIME GOING BLIND THINKING SHE'LL BE MINE TONIGHT WASTING TIME GOING BLIND THINKING SHE'LL BE MINE TONIGHT WASTING TIME GOING BLIND THINKING SHE'LL BE MINE TONIGHT
Phoebe doesn't quite believe in fate the way I do. She says you have to chase your destiny, and she always expects life to be like a romantic comedy: all you have to do is dress the part of the heroine, and pretty soon you'll be kissing some hottie while fountains spew and music swells in the background.
Phoebe realized how very wrong she'd been about this house, this family. It was far darker, more dangerous than the places she'd grown up in. In the dingy little apartments her mother rented, everything was out in the open. Their lives were dirty and squalid, but they didn't pretend to be anything else. Here, things seemed so normal, so perfect, but it was all a deception.
Pushing himself off the bed in a violent thrust, his lats widen like wings down his sides, where his waistcoat is open halfway to his waist to accommodate muscular builds, he indicates the gilded cage with outstretched arms. Showing off his supreme musculature, he says, 'We have forever Phoebe.
The bluebird enjoys the preeminence of being the first bit of color that cheers our northern landscape. The other birds that arrive about the same time--the sparrow, the robin, the phoebe-bird--are clad in neutral tints, gray, brown, or russet; but the bluebird brings one of the primary hues and the divinest of them all.
'Diary of a Teenage Girl' was my first American movie. It was my first movie in an American accent. It's based on a graphic novel, which was written in 2002 by someone called Phoebe Gloeckner. It was turned into a play by Marielle Heller, who then wrote it as a screenplay for Sundance Labs.
The phoebe-bird is a wise architect and perhaps enjoys as great an immunity from danger, both in its person and its nest, as any other bird. Its modest ashen-gray suit is the color of the rocks where it builds, and the moss of which it makes such free use gives to its nest the look of a natural growth or accretion.
"The birds can fly, an' why can't I? Must we give in," says he, with a grin, "'T the blackbird an' phoebe are smarter 'n we be? Jest fold our hands, an' see the swaller An' blackbird an' catbird beat us holler? ... Jest show me that! er prove 't that bat Hez got more brains thans's in my hat, An' I'll back down, an' not till then!"
John Townsend Trowbridge
You would fare far better with a lover who makes you laugh than one who makes you curse - and cry, " he added, stepping to the cone of colored light. Beyond mortified, Phoebe dashed a quick hand across her damp eyes, hoping he might at least miss that much of her shame. "Sir, you should have made your presence known." One dark brow arched upward, "I believe I am doing just that.
So why the sudden girlspeak, Urian? Neither one of us is really into discussing our feelings... and no offense, I like the fact we don't. (Acheron) I do too most times and I'm truly grateful you don't pry, but as a man who defied everything he once valued in this world and one who sacrificed the love of a father he worshiped... even though it ended badly, the days I had with Phoebe were worth every wound I've suffered. (Urian)
If she were running through the rye, if she were headed towards the abyss, I would grab hold with every ounce of my strength, with every scared beat of my heart, with every thought that could only be for her. And if I were to be running the same way, I'd like to think she'd do the same. But maybe her hands would be busy holding the book. Maybe she wouldn't see me, too intent on looking for Phoebe from the carousel. Or waiting for Holden to hold her, to wrap her in the pages of his arms, to say she was the only one who truly knew him, as I plunged past her, sad to be leaving, and a little happy to be away.
Beautiful building, ' Phoebe said. Sam nodded. 'Classical Revival, ' he said. It was yet another display of his seemingly unending knowledge that both made her proud and made her feel very small. Maybe if she had gone to college she would have learned about building styles and understand what Classical Revival meant. They could have intelligent discussions about things like rooflines and columns.
In order to get the things I want, it helps me to pretend I'm a figure in a daytime drama, a schemer. Soap opera characters make emphatic pronouncements. They ball up their fists and state their goals out loud. 'I will destroy Buchanan Enterprises,' they say. 'Phoebe Wallingford will pay for what she's done to our family.' Walking home with the back half of the twelve-foot ladder, I turned to look in the direction of Hugh's loft. 'You will be mine,' I commanded.
I have read that long ago there was a land of glass castles that sank beneath the sea. It was not called Atlantis, but Lyonesse. This happened before history and across the ocean, but when I was little I wondered about that place, how it could be so beautiful and so lost. Sometimes it seemed that the land around my New England home was like that flooded country, with mud where the streets of gold should be and mayflies swarming where there should be lovely fishes, but here and there a shard of crystal to call the heart to beauty. -"Wetlands, " in Phoebe.
Then the carousel started, and I watched her go round and round...All the kids tried to grap for the gold ring, and so was old Phoebe, and I was sort of afraid she's fall off the goddam horse, but I didn't say or do anything. The thing with kids is, if they want to grab for the gold ring, you have to let them do it, and not say anything. If they fall off, they fall off, but it is bad to say anything to them.
J. D. Salinger
Phoebe asked me, "Tell me, what do you think of the afterlife?" I was a bit nonplussed. I had no idea what she thought, but I knew that the question must be of greater interest to someone of her age than to me. But our conversation had been completely honest, and before I could speak, honesty and tact had joined hands in my answer. "I have no faith at all, " I said, "but sometimes I have hope." I rather think, " she replied, "that total annihilation is the most comfortable position." I was shaken. The horse clopped on. The children laughed behind us. When I die, " she said, "I don't expect to see any of my loved ones again. I'll just become a part of all this." She waved her hand at the surrounding countryside. "That's all right with me.
Sena Jeter Naslund
We all have regrets, Urian. Nothing that lives is immune from that nasty emotion. (Acheron) So what? You want me to go kiss and make up? (Urian) Hardly. But I want you to set aside your own hurt and anger to see clearly for a minute. This isn't about you and your father anymore than it's about me and Nick hating each other over something we can't change. This is about saving the lives of a million innocent people. People like Phoebe who don't deserve to be hunted and killed. If I can stand at the side of my enemies for the greater good, so can you. (Acheron)
I know what it's like to be torn between a love so pure it burns you deep down in a place you didn't know someone could touch you and between your oath and duties. Between the love of a father you've always known and one you know you can depend on forever versus a love that's new and untested. But you know what I learned? It's a lot easier to live without my father's love than it is to live without Phoebe's. (Urian) (Acheron didn't speak as Urian left him alone.) That just makes you want to vomit, doesn't it? (Jaden)
At a great distance appeared with the same pomp the sheep of Thebes, the dog of Bubastis, the cat of Phoebe, the crocodile of Arsinoe, the goat of Mendes, and all the inferior gods of Egypt, who came to pay homage to the great ox, to the mighty Apis, as powerful as Isis, Osiris, and Horus, united together. In the midst of the demi-gods, forty priests carried an enormous basket, filled with sacred onions. These were, it is true, gods, but they resembled onions very much. ("The White Bull")
The door closed behind her (Phoebe), and the two men regarded each other for a moment. Viktor spoke first. "I must have your promise, Coach, that you won't hurt her." Dan: "I won't." Viktor: "You spoke a little too quickly for my taste. I don't quite believe you." Dan: "I'm a man of my word, and I promise I won't hurt her." He flexed his hands. "When I murder her, I'll do it real quick so she won't feel a thing." Viktor sighed. "That's exactly what I was afraid of.
Susan Elizabeth Phillips
Boy, it began to rain like a bastard. In buckets, I swear to God. All the parents and mothers and everybody went over and stood right under the roof of the carrousel, so they wouldn't get soaked to the skin or anything, but I stuck around on the bench for quite a while. I got pretty soaking wet, especially my neck and my pants. My hunting hat really gave me quite a lot of protection, in a way; but I got soaked anyway. I didn't care, though. I felt so damn happy all of a sudden, the way old Phoebe kept going around and around. I was damn near bawling, I felt so damn happy, if you want to know the truth. I don't know why. It was just that she looked so damn nice, the way she kept going around and around, in her blue coat and all. God, I wish you could've been there.
To be a full-blooded hillbilly was to be a living koan. Half of you wanted to be dignified and half of you couldn't tolerate any restraint. You could see it in the regional art and hear it in the music. Wood carving with chainsaws. Cloggers who danced up a storm with the lower half of their bodies, but held the upper half perfectly still and stared off into the distance stone-faced. Or a group of bluegrass musicians who'd be playing the most raucous tunes imaginable, looking around at each other with bemused expressions that seemed to say where's all that racket comin from? Phoebe believed that nearly all the adult males everywhere were pretty much the same way. Most of them could manage to keep the top half of themselves under a semblance of control, but the bottom half tended to run wild. As she continued to descend the trail she couldn't help but think that most men were mentally ill below the waist.
As Ian popped the lock and opened the car door, he turned to Phoebe. 'Can you do me a favour?' She immediately stepped toward him, fully embracing their new mature relationship. 'Of course.' Ian looked pointedly over his own shoulder and said, 'Tell me the truth. Does this car make my glowing ass look fat?' She'd naturally followed the direction of his gaze, but now she looked up, hard, into his eyes. And she smiled back at him despite herself. She even laughed. 'You're an idiot.' 'When things get too serious, I get a rash.' She pointedly looked back down at his nether regions, despite the fact doing so made her blush. Still, she spoke coolly, dryly. 'Not on your ass.' If Ian believed in love, that would've been it for him. Instantly. Enthrallingly. Eternally. Instead, he just laughed. 'Thank God for that. See if there's anything remotely clothinglike in the backseat or the trunk.