Atwell Quotes

Each book was like an underwater cave, and when I rose again to the surface, I was pale and grumpy, resentful of everyone who hadn't been where I'd been.

The wild girl is with me always; she is my rage and my hunger, and if I live what passes for a decent life in this world, it is because I know to say no to the thing inside me that yearns, even now, to burn it all down.

There is no more important homework than reading. Research shows that the highest achieving students are those who devote leisure time to reading, even when the school day and year are only mid-length and homework isn’t excessive. Recently, the largest-ever international study of reading found that the single most important predictor of academic success is the amount of time children spend reading books, more important even than economic or social status. And one of the few predictors of high achievement in math and science is the amount of time children devote to pleasure reading.

from a very young age, stories fueled my imagination in the most wonderful way.

One of many beautiful young girls in traditional hijab came up to me to have her photo signed. Her green eyes glistened as she looked at me directly and asked, “Can you put ‘Women can be heroes, too’?” I met everyday heroines on this trip–ladies with a glow and a sparkle, a determination and a strength in the face of adversity. We did have tremendous fun in the making of Agent Carter, but the positive effect–particularly on young women–is what I hold closest to my heart. I met a girl named Nada at the convention. She said, “Most people think my name means ‘Nothing,’ but in fact it means ‘dewdrop’ and ‘honesty’ in my culture.” Whatever happens in the future for Peggy, and the show, Season One and its small impact on young girls are a drop of positivity in our world. Peggy is an honest girl following her own moral compass in the face of adversity. She makes us strive to be better than we want to be. Thank you, Marvel, for letting me step into her high heels, apply her lipstick, and fight the good fight. For all you little Peggys out there, you are not alone. Go forth and kick ass.

I don't know why anybody has children," I said to Clancy. "It's like, 'Well, the world's in horrible shape, what should we do? I know, let's make more people.

Just been told that I've been in a car crash with Stephen Merchant. I was eating cereal in my pj's when I heard. I hope I'm ok.

Not all men are like you,” she said. “Most are not so weak as to require the constant pleasures of the flesh the way you do.” “True. I hope you can bear with me, for I feel that a bout of weakness is coming on. My humble apologies.

What do you hope girls take away from watching [Agent Carter]? I would hope that young girls can see that they don’t have to sacrifice their femininity to be taken seriously in the workplace. But also they don’t have to rely on their physicality or their appearance; that it’s just as important, if not a lot more so, to be able to use their intelligence, their wit, their humor and their warmth to be able to get where they want to and to achieve their goals in life.

For students of every ability and background, it is the simply miraculous act of reading a good book that turns them into readers. The job of adults who care about reading is to move heaven and earth to put that book into a child's hands.

Not as adventitious therefore will the wise man regard the faith that is in him. The highest truth he sees he will fearlessly utter; knowing that, let what may come of it, he is thus playing his right part in the world—knowing that if he can effect the change he aims at—well; if not—well also; though not so well.

In a civilization frankly materialistic and based upon property, not soul, it is inevitable that property shall be exalted over soul, that crimes against property shall be considered far more serious than crimes against the person. To pound one's wife to a jelly and break a few of her ribs is a trivial offence compared with sleeping out under the naked stars because one has not the price of a doss. The following illustrative cases are culled from the police court reports for a single week: South-western Police Court, London. Before Mr. Rose. John Probyn, charged with doing grievous bodily harm to a constable. Prisoner had been kicking his wife, and also assaulting another woman who protested against his brutality. The constable tried to persuade him to go inside his house, but prisoner suddenly turned upon him, knocking him down by a blow on the face, kicking him as he lay on the ground, and attempting to strangle him. Finally the prisoner deliberately kicked the officer in a dangerous part, inflicting an injury which will keep him off duty for a long time to come. Six weeks. Lambeth Police Court, London. Before Mr. Hopkins. 'Baby' Stuart, aged nineteen, described as a chorus girl, charged with obtaining food and lodging to the value of 5s., by false pretences, and with intent to defraud Emma Brasier. Emma Brasier, complainant, lodging-house keeper of Atwell Road. Prisoner took apartments at her house on the representation that she was employed at the Crown Theatre. After prisoner had been in her house two or three days, Mrs. Brasier made inquiries, and, finding the girl's story untrue, gave her into custody. Prisoner told the magistrate that she would have worked “had she not had such bad health. Six weeks hard labor.

Yours may be the very first blushing pussy I have had the pleasure of meeting.

I, James Cavanaugh, Marquess of Huntley, hereby grant Catherine Lindsay Corvedale, Countess of Bewleton, rights to all the libraries of the Huntley estates. These rights are irrevocable and cannot be withdrawn by my heirs through the entirety of Lady Corvedale’s lifetime.

When I first started playing with Gotham in 2008, I learned that my team wanted me to jam in my first bout, when we’d be facing off against the Queens of Pain—the team that included Suzy Hotrod, Donna Matrix, and many other legendary skaters. I was so nervous that I was feeling a little queasy every time I thought about it, even a few weeks before the bout. Finally, I asked myself what skills I’d need to be able to face off against Suzy and win. I decided that I’d need to be fast, agile, and fearless. So I started to tell myself that I already was. Every time I thought about the bout and started to get nervous, I’d repeat those words. I’d repeat them in my head when I took the line at practice. I’d say them out loud before I went to bed. The day of the bout, I was nervous, but not quite as much as I expected to be.

Hi, Dan Cory,” I said as I extended my hand. Taking my hand, he said, “Hi, Bob Atwell. Dan, you’re assigned to the fourth bunk on the right side. Footlocker is in front of your bunk and the wall locker is behind along the wall. Your blankets and sheets are on the bed, so you might start making it up. Once everyone gets in, I’ll be giving a quick briefing here on the first floor.” “Okay,” I said, moving down to my assigned bunk and making the bed. Once everyone was in the building, Bob called those assigned upstairs and asked them to come downstairs for a briefing.

But if the defining characteristic was not poverty but rage at her own powerlessness, nearly every girl I knew was at risk.

My real self – the self I have always been from a child – is a loner and nerd, slightly overweight, with a very heavy fringe. That is who I was as a kid. I don’t think I will ever be anything other than that.

Despite my better judgment, my eyes zoom in on his biceps. The taut muscles pull against his pale green T-shirt in a way that causes my stomach to tighten. Jesus, why does he always look so hot in a ratty old T-shirt? It's annoying.

The truth is I want you. Any way I can have you. And I was an idiot for trying to convince myself otherwise.

Every word he’s saying is perfect and terrifying at the same time. An alarming reminder of how close I’ve let him get. Feelings are involved now. I can’t pretend they’re not.

I stiffen, uncomfortable with the dots he’s connecting. Because he’s trying to pinpoint a cause for all of my issues. And when people try to find causes for problems, it’s because they want to fix them. But this is me. And I can’t be fixed.

The weight of his stare heats my skin. But I don’t look away. I sit it in. Bask in it. Watch the tiny movements of his eyes as he studies my face. Savor the excited thrum of blood pulsing just below the surface of my skin. What is it about him that causes this visceral reaction? He’s gorgeous, obviously, but it’s more than that. There’s an energy that, when pointed in my direction, can make me dizzy.

bouncing back and forth between the different two realities, will not only cause you additional pain and suffering, but will keep you locked in the endless cycle of fear and self-doubt.

The job of adults who care about reading is to move heaven and earth to put that book into a child’s hands.   Nancie Atwell9

You need to realize that we all live within a vast energy field that responds and reacts to vibrational waves; that your mouth is a broadcast station and your voice and words are like radio waves that go out and attract