A Quote by Gina Barreca

As a kid, you await holidays with a wide-eyed, passionate, almost maniacal enthusiasm. Heavy breathing is involved. — © Gina Barreca
As a kid, you await holidays with a wide-eyed, passionate, almost maniacal enthusiasm. Heavy breathing is involved.
[Christmas] holidays are a heavy, heavy time. We make light of them with our red and green and our stockings and candy canes, but people think heavy thoughts over the holidays because that's when you're thinking about family. Are we close? Or are we not as close as other people?
Air grew heavy, damp, almost solid. I was breathing bricks.
I was this wide-eyed kid wanting to see everything and do everything
22 years ago, I walked into the first E3 as a wide-eyed 15-year-old kid who didn't quite know his place in the world. E3 Expo brought my hobby out of my computer and into mainstream culture.
Enthusiasm is when the universe creates through you. You are involved in a creative act. You are bringing something new into this world. When that energy comes in, you feel an intense aliveness that flows into what you do. That is enthusiasm.
I'm not really a flashy dunker or a show dunker unless somebody's in front of me. That's the only time I really get wide-eyed: when I can dunk on somebody. If it's a wide-open dunk, I've never been the type to dunk it real hard wide-open and scream.
You…you got rid of that dress fast," I pointed out between heavy breaths. "I thought you liked it." "I do like it," he said. His breathing was as heavy as mine. "I love it." And then he took me to the bed.
Is enthusiasm important in selling? Yes, genuine, heartfelt enthusiasm is one of the most potent factors of success in almost any undertaking.
I've played a lot of wide-eyed kids.
I glanced, wide eyed, from Edward's grimace to Jacob's sneer.
I was never a wet-eyed, passionate writer; I was always a policeman.
Kittens are wide-eyed, soft and sweet. With needles in their jaws and feet.
They turned a distracted gaze on the world, wide-eyed, somehow, and questioning.
The ghosts race towards the light, you can almost hear the heavy breathing spirits, all determined to get somewhere. New Orleans, unlike a lot of places you go back to and that don't have the magic anymore, still has got it. Night can swallow you up, yet none of it touches you. You can't see it, but you know it's here. Somebody's always sinking.
There is a trick to flying. The angels told me." He had smiled at my wide-eyed awe. "You need to forget everything you know as a human being. When you are human, you discover that there is great power in hating the earth. And it can almost make you fly. But it never will." I had frowned, not quite understanding him. "So, what's the trick?" "Love the sky.
It's even pleasant to be sick when you know that there are people who await your recovery as they might await a holiday.
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