Matt Forte Quotes

Instead, I ask you with all my heart, come back to Matt's fort with us now! It's not because I like you - don't think that, whatever you do! But, my daughter does - I know that now - and perhaps I can learn too.

Stefano non mi presta la minima attenzione. Adesso sono solo lui e Matt. «L’hai sentita. Se sei certo che quello che prova per te sia più forte di tutto, lasciala andare e risolvi i tuoi problemi per conto tuo. Smettila di servirti di lei, e forse lei smetterà di servirsi di te.»

Scuoto la testa e guardo altrove per nascondere l’insorgere delle lacrime. La musica si affievolisce ancor più. Matt mi avvolge completamente con il braccio e mi stringe forte a sé. Gli appoggio il mento sulla spalla, cingendolo con altrettanta veemenza, quasi… … quasi gli stia assicurando che non lo lascerò andare. Perdonami. Vorrei urlare contro il cielo e soccombere. Le labbra di Matt sono morbide e calde sul mio orecchio. «Non lasciarmi andare, Cris.»

Matt officially died in a hospital in Fort Collins, Colorado. He actually died in the outskirts of Laramie, tied to a fence. You, Mr. McKinney, with your friend Mr. Henderson left them out there by himself, but he wasn't alone. There were his lifelong friends with him, friends that he had grown up with. You're probably wondering who these friends were. First, he had the beautiful night sky and the same stars and moon that we used to see through a telescope. Then he had the daylight and the sun to shine on him. And through it all he was breathing in the scent of pine trees from the snowy range. He heard the wind, the ever-present Wyoming wind, for the last time. He had one more friend with him, he had God. And I feel better knowing he wasn't alone.

Anastase passa son pouce sur ma lèvre inférieure ; ses traits virils, son regard pénétrant me brûlait. — Laisse-toi aller, Mikhaïl. Personne ne surveille tes faits et gestes. Personne ne dira rien ni ne te jugera. Sois toi-même, abaisse tes barrières. J’inspirai profondément et collai sa mèche de cheveux à mon nez, m’apaisant. — Vivre dans un fort n’est pas vivre, les plus belles sensations sont celles de pleine liberté. Tu peux toucher qui tu veux. Rire avec qui cela te plaît. Agir comme un enfant si c’est ce dont tu as envie. Je plissai le nez. — Non merci, je laisse ça à Matt et Jimmy, deux enfants, c’est bien assez à gérer. Nous sourîmes tous deux. Le brun me posa un baiser sur la joue, et peu de temps après, la porte s’ouvrit à nouveau. — Hey ! Moi aussi je veux des câlins !

I love when you drink, even as I hate seeing how much you’ll drink,” Matt told him. “Um, then why do you like it when I drink?” “Because you’re more vocal about what’s going on in your head,

It was strange how they could both know the inner workings of one another's skulls so well, and yet there were times where it felt like a screen had been thrown up between them, leaving Matt to guess what thoughts Nick was having.

The signal was simple. The guys and gals at NSA kept a close watch on certain predesignated phone lines in Tibet. A multimillion-dollar computer at Fort Meade would intercept and log the two incoming calls. The quick succession of the calls, both with the same origin, created a unique transmission pattern

It was the easiest thing in the world for Nick, loving Matt. Here was a man who had been at his side through so many things and accepted everything about him. How could he not love him? How could he not be in love with him?

Stay here with me a minute?” Matt asked, waiting for his limbs to start working right again. Nick brushed his nose against his, smiling gently. “Yeah, Matt, always.

When everything stops feeling like a really vivid dream, I will be.” Matt sighed nodding. “I can get that. But don’t worry, when you realize you’re awake, I’ll be here.

This was Nick kissing him, Nick claiming him in a way that Matt had never known before. It was passion and heat, a desire built up by years of camaraderie and longing, and it was everything Matt had asked for when he’d requested the kiss.

Nick could still see the mud smeared over Matt’s eyebrow. Could still remember the warmth of his hand as Nick helped him out of the pit. He’d looked tired, worn down, a little startled still, covered in mud, but God had he been beautiful.

Nesta vida, estava evidente que bom gosto não era o seu forte. Mas desde quando bom gosto e felicidade andam juntos?

-We came up the hill by the fort, stopped at Matt Cleary’s, a contrarian. We left the bicycles by the cow cabins. Matt was out in the haggard and came warily, followed by a little inquisitorial committee of hens.