Never forget the nine most important words of any family-I love you.You are beautiful.Please forgive me (H. Jackson Brown Jr.)
What few rules appear to be in place are all made up
What few rules appear to be in place are all made up (Patti Digh, Creative Is a Verb: If You’re Alive, You’re Creative)
A magician reveals himself not only by the magic he presents but also by the respect and entertainment he gives to his audience
A magician reveals himself not only by the magic he presents but also by the respect and entertainment he gives to his audience (Amit Kalantri)
It’s all a series of serendipities with no beginnings and no ends. Such infinitesimal possibilities Through which love transcends
It’s all a series of serendipities with no beginnings and no ends. Such infinitesimal possibilities Through which love transcends (Ana Claudia Antunes, The Tao of Physical and Spiritual)
You can fuck me if you want,” she said. “I know a man needs to be able to say thank you – and words don’t always come so easy
You can fuck me if you want,” she said. “I know a man needs to be able to say thank you – and words don’t always come so easy (Sharon Weil, Donny and Ursula Save the World)
If we could all hear one another’s prayers God might be relieved of some of his burden
If we could all hear one another’s prayers God might be relieved of some of his burden (Ashleigh Brilliant)
Cheer up and give them out there a good reason to be happy
Cheer up and give them out there a good reason to be happy (Diane Samuels, Kindertransport: A Drama)
Her smile was like laughter to me— it bubbled in like champagne
Her smile was like laughter to me— it bubbled in like champagne. (Atticus)
Art—the meaning of the pattern of our common actions in reality. The cloth-of-gold that hides behind the sackcloth of reality, forced out by the pain of human memory
Art—the meaning of the pattern of our common actions in reality. The cloth-of-gold that hides behind the sackcloth of reality, forced out by the pain of human memory. (Lawrence Durrell, Justine)
The beauty that addresses itself to the eyes is only the spell of the moment the eye of the body is not always that of the soul
The beauty that addresses itself to the eyes is only the spell of the moment the eye of the body is not always that of the soul. (George Sand)