Cole Walter Quotes

I'm sorry I keep making mistakes, life didn't come with instructions - Cole Walter

You're living with a bunch of hot guys, and instead of finding Cole and experiencing some real-life anatomy, you're shacking up with a textbook like a pariah.

You take up the most room.” “Nobody asked your opinion,” Cole said, glaring at his younger brother in the rearview mirror.

Don’t you ever do that to me again,” I said, my tongue sharp, trying to make up for the fact that I probably wasn’t too intimidating after the failed push. “Not ever.” Startled by my outburst, Cole stared at me momentarily, his mouth half open. I narrowed my eyes and glared at him with as much menace as I could muster, fully expecting an apology. But then he started laughing, and it wasn’t a tiny chuckle, more of a full-bellied, hands-on-your-knees kind of laugh. “Quit it!” I said, when he didn’t stop. “Oh God,” he gasped, wiping away a few stray tears. “That was priceless.” “I don’t find anything about this funny.” “Yeah, because you couldn’t see your face. You were all ‘Grrr,’ and it was adorable.

from what Purse are we building these Churches, Walter? From the Imposicion on Coles. And are the Coles not the blackest Element, which with their Smoak hide the Sunne? Certainly they feed the Fires of this City, says he. And where is the Light and Easinesse there? Since we take our Revenues from the Under-world, what does it Signifie if we also Build upon the Dead?

And I knew, too, that to live a life like Walter Cole’s—a life almost mundane in the pleasure it derived from small happinesses and the beauty of the familiar, but uncommon in the value it attached to them—was something to be envied.

For the next five years, the Political Instability Task Force evaluated and reevaluated the variable to make sure it was valid. Monty Marshall, one of the leaders of the PITF, together with Benjamin Cole, studied hundreds of countries and their level of factionalism over seventy years. They found that the biggest warning sign of civil war, once a country is in the anocracy zone, is the appearance of a faction. According to Marshall, “We studied every situation of factionalism and I’m completely convinced that [this is] the strongest variable outside of anocracy.”12 Two variables—anocracy and factionalism—predicted better than anything else where civil wars were likely to break out.

Cole grabbed the wolf straight out of the air. Using his immense strength, Cole wrapped his forearm around the wolf’s neck and twisted. The snap echoed through the woods.

I’ve got steaks marinating and potatoes baking in the oven. You think Cole is going to remember to watch them?

senator from South Carolina Cole Blease: “In the South we believe that white supremacy is a part of the Christian religion.

For all Cooper’s fame and success, he was as insecure as anyone in Hollywood, where you were judged not by your body of work but by what you had done lately. He was a contract player, part of a studio system that, in effect, owned him. Don’t do the part, and I’ll sue you, Sam Goldwyn told Cooper. William Wyler—who had his own conflicts as a contract director working for Goldwyn—was assigned to The Westerner. The director saw the humor and the fun of pitting Cooper against Brennan—especially when Niven Busch rewrote the script not only to build up Cooper’s role, but also to exploit a sentimental vulnerability in Bean, who is besotted with the English actress Lily Langtry. Cooper, as Cole Harden, sentenced to hang, tricks Bean into believing that the cowboy knows the stage star and can arrange for Bean to meet her. Thus Harden delays his hanging and embarks on a trip with the credulous judge to accost his idol. Watching the wizened old judge become giddy over the very idea of sharing a moment with his beloved Lily turns The Westerner into a powerfully amusing take on how a devotion to stardom can overcome even the hardest case. It would all be such fun, Wyler assured Cooper.

By 1950, Brennan was settling into a schedule that saw him making three films a year, giving him more time on his ranch and with a new business he started in Joseph, a 487-seat movie theater that opened on July 27, 1950. It was housed in a Quonset hut made out of surplus war materials also used to build the civic center. “The reason he got the theater built,” Mike recalled, “was because the civic center was the same size, and they [Frank McCully and Walter] got the chance to buy two of them for half the price.” At the theater’s grand opening, actors Chill Wills and Forrest Tucker said a few words and signed autographs, and Joseph’s mayor and other local dignitaries attended the event. A La Grande radio station broadcast the event. Curtain Call at Cactus Creek was the feature, following a musical short with the Nat King Cole trio.

How do you keep your guys safe?" Coles asked. "By killing everything that ain't smiling, and half of everything that is," the marine captain answered.

And that’s all it took. There was that feeling again—the one that made me bold just because Cole was standing next to me. It was so overwhelming, irresistible even, that in a daze, I let him guide me out of my room and down to the car.

Cole is seventeen. He’s a senior in high school and a talented auto mechanic.

It was the nicest compliment someone had paid me in a long time. Not because Cole thought I looked like my sister, who was one of the most beautiful girls I knew, but because it made me feel like I was carrying part of my sister with me.

Cole doesn’t let just any girl sit with him at lunch. Only girls he’s interested in.

It seems to be my job lately. I should add it to my résumé next to devastatingly handsome. Cole Walter—professional cheerer-upper and sexiest man of the year.

I gave Cole a pointed look. “Our skirts came down to our knees.” “Shame,” he said, shrugging his shoulders. “But, I bet you made it look cute.

The thing you need to know about Cole,” Nathan said, holding the door open for me, “is that he runs this school. All the girls want him, and all the guys want to be him.

It was half true, but I wasn’t going to tell Cole the real reason we needed to keep our distance. The part about how being with him was so exciting it scared me.

Did you see the tattoo? Is it cool? Can you tell us what it is?” “A mermaid riding a narwhal,” Cole deadpanned.

As much as I cared about him, I couldn’t date Cole Walter. Life would be less complicated if we just stayed friends.

I know we haven’t known each other long, but you’re family now, Jackie. You could break Cole’s heart, and I’d still answer every one of your calls. Day or night, I swear. Even if I knew you needed help disposing of a body or something nefarious like that.

Nathan leaned toward Jack. “This isn’t about a promotion,” he stage whispered, holding his hand against the side of his mouth. “I think Cole is finally going to confess that he’s found his true calling as a ballet dancer.

He’s Cole’s fraternal twin.