Adaeva Quotes & Sayings

I've been lucky, for no one should ever be forced to march through life alone. — Nicholas Sparks

We have to become saints. We have to become like Christ. Anything less is simply not enough. — Anne Rice

Break open the forbidden happiness. — Rob Brezsny

What matters most, is not how my end happens, or if it happens now. What I care about in this instant, is that she knows how much I love her - that I lived long enough to have her love me back. — Emm Cole

Perspective is the key to everything. — A.D. Posey

[Football] has nothing to do with fair play. It is bound up with hatred, jealousy, boastfulness, disregard of all rules and sadistic pleasure in witnessing violence: in other words it is war minus the shooting. — George Orwell

In any case, our love is not a typical love, as is typically felt between men and women. We share something else between us - something more immediate, more cherishing. That has been evident to me from the beginning, and I pray it has been evident to you. My wish is that we two could live together as one, both contented and elevated, and ever-seeking. — Elizabeth Gilbert

Lay down your roots now,
let them wrap tight around mine,
sink deep in the soil. — Tyler Knott Gregson

My victory is when the audience buys a ticket to watch my film. I am extremely thrilled when they give it a thumbs-up. — Emraan Hashmi

I didn't ask. Some things are better left unsaid.
He looked at me and I shivered. I never get enough of him.
Never will.
He lives.
I breathe.
I want. Him. Always.
Fire to my ice. Ice to my fever.
Later we would go to bed, and when he rose over me, dark and vast and eternal, I'd know joy. — Karen Marie Moning

I can remember, I think it was 1967, sitting in the First Unitarian Church in Isla Vista, Santa Barbara, and seeing Phil Levine come out on the little stage. He sat on the edge and said, "You know, sometimes it's hard not to hate my country for the way I feel, at times, but I won't let that happen." And then he read, "They Feed They Lion," this incredibly powerful, incantatory poem that was inspired in part by the burning of Detroit in 1967 and the riots that followed. — Sam Hamill

But you can't live your life worried about dying all the time. If you do, you're dead already. — Jennifer Echols

The surreal howl wove its way through the cacophony of human voices, a bright, bloody thread in a tapestry of fear. — Christie Golden

The months fall to shards at my feet. — Lauren DeStefano