Chris Evans Quotes

The chances of him,” I told Rosie, “being actually serious are the same chances I have of having Chris Evans pop out of nowhere and confess his undying love for me.

It’s like every identity I have . . . the more different I am from everyone else . . . the less interested people are. The less . . . lovable I feel, I guess. The love interests in books, or in movies or TV shows, are always white, cis, straight, blond hair, blue eyes. Chris Evans, Jennifer Lawrence. It becomes a little hard, I guess, to convince myself I deserve the kind of love you see on movie screens.

The point is that when I see a sunset or a waterfall or something, for a split second it's so great, because for a little bit I'm out of my brain, and it's got nothing to do with me. I'm not trying to figure it out, you know what I mean? And I wonder if I can somehow find a way to maintain that mind stillness.

. . . no matter how many centuries you had to get ready, prophecies always caught you off guard.

Yeah, I feel super sorry for you that you have to be locked in a car with a guy that looks like Chris Evans after the super soldier serum.

Now that I know he’s Ezra’s new maybe-special friend, I pay a little more attention to him than I would have before. He kind of reminds me of a golden retriever, with his floppy blond hair and blue eyes. The first time I saw him in acrylics class, I kind of immediately hated the guy. He’s the sort of person the world adores, just based on the way he looks, a little like the way people obsess over men like Chris Hemsworth and Chris Evans and Chris Pine and all the other famous Chrises, plus Ryan Gosling, claiming that they’re liberal and that they aren’t racist and that they’re feminists, but not really thinking about why they’re so obsessed with white men, and why they don’t love any people of color the same way.

I sigh. What a couple of days. Tomorrow I am so not leaving my bedroom. Not if there's a fire, an earthquake, or if Chris Evans shows up on my doorstep begging me to run off to Hawaii with him.

the phone rang, and I picked it up in the kitchen. It was Mac Evans, asking if I wanted to be an astronaut.

You look like Chris Evans, so they’ll respond with thirst. Don’t meet a murderer. Dominic:

Would Chris Pine condescend to judge a costume contest? Would Chris Evans? Chris Hemsworth?

We come into this world alone. You’re going to die alone. That’s the way it is. I think a really great interpretation of love is: feeling alone with someone else. The times in my life, if you want to qualify as “being in love”, when you feel almost like being alone with company.

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We do not fear the flame, though it burns us, We do not fear the fire, though it consumes us, And we do not fear its light, Though it reveals the darkness of our souls, For therein lies our power. -- Blood Oath of the Iron Elves

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On little evidence, Christopher Buckley assured us that Obama possessed “a first-class temperament and a first-class intellect.” For some, proof of Obama’s godhead became almost physical — a “perfectly creased pant” for David Brooks, a tingling leg for Chris Matthews. For Evan Thomas he was a “sort of God”; for one blue-chip historian he was the smartest man with the highest IQ ever running for the presidency. And on and on, as huge crowds acted as if they were watching Paul McCartney on tour in 1966. After the election, there was real apprehension that the country might not make it for the two and a half months until an elected Obama could take power.

..., and sometimes there's just no point in arguing with him. "Yeah, okay 'me, Jeff, and Evan, sitting in a tree...'" Chris claps his hands triumphantly. "That's right, baby!" Than a more serious expression comes across his face. "But, in a tree? Really? I mean, im a not an expert on the gay sex thing, but I think the first time at least you should be on the ground..." And then the evening continues on as expected.

The three of you were pretty cute last night, with all that touchy-feely crap." "Yeah, that lasted for about two minutes before you dragged Evan back over to the bar." "Dude, we were hunting Turkey. [drinking bourbon] it was important." Chris grins. "That boy can drink, I'll give him that." "That's big of you. From the way you were hanging off each other by the end of the night, I was thinking I might get Jeff all to myself." Chris shoots him a look. "Is that what you want? If you had your way? Just Jeff?" Dan Isn't really ready to answer that question, not even from Chris. "Wow, you'd switch teams just for me? You'd steal Evan away just so I could take his boyfriend? That's sweet man, really." Dan knows that Chris recognizes the deflection, but he lets Dan get away with it. "That's the kind if friend I am, Dan. Maybe you should take a lesson - the next time I need a wingman in a straight bar, it wouldn't kill you to step up." "Yeah, okay, I'll keep that on mind.

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I am cursed with an overpowering curiosity and thirst to know the truth of things, no matter how tawdry

I was calling you earlier when your name and number flashed up on my cell’s screen. But instead of it being you, it was Chris.” “You still have my number programed into your phone?

You should have followed me out! That guy could have just as easily taken advantage of me, Brett!” “Exactly why I’m here now, making sure you’re okay.” “Too bad if Chris ended up dragging me off to a gutter instead of a hospital then, huh?

Not long before Harvey Weinstein’s fall from grace I sat next to him while being interviewed for Chris Evans’s radio show. He was physically gross yet inexplicably smug.

In this way DNA Dreams brings to life the dystopian nightmare we encounter in the 1997 film Gattaca, in which the main character Vincent, played by Ethan Hawke, narrates: “I belonged to a new underclass, no longer determined by social status or the color of your skin. No, we have discrimination down to a science.”46 As in so much science fiction, the Whiteness of the main protagonist is telling. Not only does it deflect attention away from the fact that, in the present, many people already live a version of the dystopia represented in the film in future tense. The “unbearable Whiteness” of sci-fi expresses itself in the anxiety underlying so many dystopian visions that, if we keep going down this road, “We’re next.”47 Whether it’s Keanu Reeves in The Matrix, Matt Damon in Elysium, Chris Evans in Snowpiercer – all characters whose Whiteness, maleness, straightness, and (let’s just admit) cuteness would land them at the top of the present social order – they all find themselves in a fictional future among the downtrodden. Viewers, in turn, are compelled to identify with the future oppression of subordinated White people without necessarily feeling concern for the “old” underclasses in our midst.

Austin smiles at me while Leah argues with Hazel. Now that I know he’s Ezra’s new maybe-special friend, I pay a little more attention to him than I would have before. He kind of reminds me of a golden retriever, with his floppy blond hair and blue eyes. The first time I saw him in acrylics class, I kind of immediately hated the guy. He’s the sort of person the world adores, just based on the way he looks, a little like the way people obsess over men like Chris Hemsworth and Chris Evans and Chris Pine and all the other famous Chrises, plus Ryan Gosling, claiming that they’re liberal and that they aren’t racist and that they’re feminists, but not really thinking about why they’re so obsessed with white men, and why they don’t love any people of color the same way. I love that I have brown skin. I love that I’m queer, and that I’m trans. But sometimes, I can’t help but think how much easier my life would be if I was someone like Austin.

Who would you most like to eat lunch with?” “Chris Evans, of course.

ESPN on-air personality Chris Palmer who, when he saw the black neighborhoods being set afire, tweeted “Burn that s**t down. Burn it all down.” When later the violence had reached the walls of his gated community, however, Palmer tweeted something entirely different:  Get these animals TF out of my neighborhood. Go back to where you live.

She’s the best thing I’ve ever done,” Chris whispers. I wrap my other arm around him, hugging him tight. “Same,” I whisper.

He cups my face in his hand and I nervously lick my lips. My heart pounds in my chest. “Tell me not to kiss you,” Chris whispers. “No,” I whisper back.

There’s not exactly a lot of room in this costume.” He points at his tight Captain America costume, and it’s hard not to drool. He sure gives Chris Evans a run for his money, and I don’t say that lightly because Chris is fucking hot with a capital H.

the Murray boys had been caddies starting as early as age eleven, but their father had also clocked time lugging golf bags to earn money in his youth. He’d even once caddied for US Open amateur champion Chick Evans.

The past is the past, but if you are overanalyzing it or trying to repeat it, you are going to get stuck.

I have a boyfriend,” I shout, surprising Cora and myself. “What? Since when?” Cora asks, taking a step back to look me up and down. Christ, if only she could read a room. Jaw clenched, I say, “Uh, we’ve been keeping it secret.” “Oh my God, who is it?” Cora asks, completely oblivious. I try to communicate to her without talking but we’re both too wasted to have any sort of mindreading communication translated so I say, “Uh, he’s, uh . . .” Think. Think, Stella. Who’s your boyfriend? Chris Pine. Chris Evans. Chris Hemsworth.

If you happen to find a man who looks like Chris Pine, acts like Chris Hemsworth, smiles like Chris Pratt, and has a body like Chris Evans’s, I’ll rethink things.

would be a location to which Evan had access, not the Shanks. Chris mulled it over as he looked at the land below. They were flying roughly along Route 81 to 476. The sky was dark, and they passed

We create monsters of a sort, but we need them, and we need them to be vile and heartless at times because it’s them, boys and rogues all, that stand between us and the monsters we didn’t create.

Do you think Chris Evans is going to be there?” Shay asked as we approached the front porch. “I need Captain America to be there. Or Chris Hemsworth, or hell, Chris Pratt. Honestly, I’m not picky. I just need a Chris.

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Were you thinking about Chris Evans when you were kissing me?” Mike asked with a smirk when we left the theater, hand in hand. “Do you want me to say no, or tell you the truth?