Flügel / Wing Hoffen / Hope Hören / Hear Hören / Listening Liebe / Love Nacht / Night Rascheln / Rustle Sieht / Sees Star Tod / Death
I honestly grew up listening to the Stones more. But that doesn't mean I don't love the Beatles.
Life can't defeat a writer who is in love with writing, for life itself is a writer's lover until death.
Listen, I would love to win an Emmy at some stage or another. I can't pretend not to.
I love to sing. I'm learning guitar right now.
Well-behaved: he always speaks as if his mother might be listening.
I walk in hotel halls late at night while listening to audiobooks if I haven't yet achieved a minimum of 12,000 steps that day.
The Detroit String Quartet played Brahms last night. Brahms lost.
I have never been shy about listening to the input of others and weighing it seriously.
I love the name of honor, more than I fear death.
