Baldaque Remax Quotes & Sayings

Everyone who loves risks losing their heart every minute of every day. — Carolyn Haines

Playing guitar was one of my childhood hobbies, and I had played a little at school and at camp. My parents would drag me out to perform for my family, like all parents do, but it was a hobby - nothing more. — Bonnie Raitt

Amelia took a deep breath. "What you didn't mention, Mr. Rohan, was that if a Roma steals a woman from her bed according to tradition, it is with the purpose of marriage in mind. And the so-called stealing is prearranged and encouraged by the bride-to-be."
Cam gave her a charming smile, deliberately dispelling the tension. "It lacks subtlety, but it hastens the proceedings considerably, doesn't it? No asking for the father's permission, no banns, no prolonged betrothal. Very efficient, a Romany courtship. — Lisa Kleypas

I think any songwriter or record, no matter how good it is, can become tedious if it's the same person's point of view. After four tracks, you start to get worn down no matter how good it is. It can be relentlessly good, but it's still going to wear you out. — Andrew Bird

Its avowed purpose is to excite sexual desire, which, I should have thought, is unnecessary in the case of the young, inconvenient in the case of the middle aged, and unseemly in the old. — Malcolm Muggeridge

Do a loony-goony dance
'Cross the kitchen floor,
Put something silly in the world
That ain't been there before. — Shel Silverstein

If you can't be kind, at least be vague. — Judith Martin

The gloomy months of November, when the people of England hang and drown themselves. — Joseph Addison

When you're big you don't need a reason to sweat. You don't, right? My friends cannot grab a hold of this concept. They come up to me all the time like Jeez! What have you been doing? What are ya jumpin rope in the attic?! Well, I peeled an orange.. about an hour ago. Why, what's up? — Kevin James

Happens to everybody. Horses, dogs, men. Nobody gets out of life alive. — Irving Ravetch

All of this was understood, and if not condoned, at least pardoned. — Margaret Atwood