Kathleen Tessaro Quotes

I'm Going To Tell You Something That No Magazine Or Novel Or Television Show Will Ever Let On. Love Wears You Down. We Think Of It As Hearts And Flowers And Happily Ever After But In Real Life, The Things You Have To Do In The Name Of Love Kill You ... You End Up Doing A Thousand Things In A Day In The Name Of Love That You Wouldn't Ask A Dog To Do.
Sex Is The Most Powerful Weapon In Your Arsenal
innocence Is Attractive In Children, But It Makes Brittle, Disappointed Adults.
Someone Liking You Is Just The Beginning; It Always Starts Nicely But Before You Know It It's Like Persephone Being Dragged Into The Underworld.
Romantic Love Is An Illusion Hughie,. It Can Be Manupulated, Twisted, Piled Up Like A Bunch Of Fun-house Mirrors. The Very Nature Of It Is Deceptive. It Promises Closeness But The Only Thing Is Ever Really Reveals Is The Dreams And Fears Of The Person With The Obsessions. That's Why It's So Easy To Control

Related Authors

• Arthur Frommer
• Benjamin Franklin King Jr.
• Blanka Vlasic
• Charles Jules Henry Nicole
• John Mihaljevic
• Keith Provance
• M.C. Walker
• Pixi Bunnell
• Roberta Fish
• Thessa Van Aerde
• William Crawford Gorgas
• Yuan Hung-Tao

Related Topics

• Andrew Irvine Quotes

  I've read a lot of Irvine Welsh - Trainspotting, Glue - he's written some beauties. — Andrew Flintoff

• Deployed Son Quotes

  My father served 26 years in the Air Force as a pilot and a pioneer in our missile programs. I learned early about the sacrifices a family makes when a — Jim Webb

• Life Is Filled With Colours Quotes

  The world is filled with colours galore, each day is a colourful festivity. — Debasish Mishra

• No Feeling Left Quotes

  He can't shake the feeling that this place is some sort of pyramid scheme, and that those who fail to understand that will be left empty-handed. But there's no obvious — Margaret Atwood

• Real World Skeleton Quotes

  Ugly and futile: lean neck and thick hair and a stain of ink, a snail's bed. Yet someone had loved him, borne him in her arms and in her heart. — James Joyce