Aunt Cass Quotes & Sayings
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He thinks I might leave if I know him. He thinks that I might leave if he's himself. Oh, this man is so complicated. — E.L. James

Sometimes an uncontrollable feeling of sadness grips us, he said. We recognize that the magic moment of the day has passed and that we've done nothing about it. Life begins to conceal its magic and its art.
We have to listen to the child we once were, the child who still exists inside us. That child understands magic moments. We can stifle its cries, but we cannot silence its voice.
The child we once were is still there. Blessed are the children, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. — Paulo Coelho

I've thought a lot about hope and come to the conclusion that either it's there or it isn't. No in between. You — Liz Jensen

You, the strong, have I loved, though the marks of your iron hoofs are yet upon my flesh. — Khalil Gibran

A first kiss after five months means more than a first kiss after five minutes. — Steve Kluger

It's quite extraordinary that a recourse (branding/identity) which is generally regarded as so significant, and is now so ubiquitous, is so little understood. — Wally Olins

As I have pointed out, it is the Christian tradition that is the most fundamental element in Western culture. It lies at the base not only of Western religion, but also of Western morals and Western social idealism. — Christopher Dawson

Sometimes I gotta look in the mirror and say, 'Hey, they're still saying you're too fat, but you're here! They gotta take it or leave it.' And in most cases, if they leave it, it's all good because they don't need to be in my space anyway. — Kelly Price

The world went by, and we didn't get caught up in all the other things, because we didn't have time. We had no spare time. It was always thinking about training and focusing on what we wanted, our goals. — Peggy Fleming

I have a self to recover, a queen. Is she dead, is she sleeping? Where has she been, with her lion-red body, her wings of glass? — Sylvia Plath