Bastide Fragrance Quotes & Sayings
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When she left me
I stood out in the thunderstorm,
hoping to be destroyed by lightning.
It missed, first left, then right. — Ted Kooser
Love is an ice cream sundae, with all the marvelous coverings. Sex is the cherry on top. — Jimmy Dean
Words alone are certain good. — William Butler Yeats
You can renew your spirit and strength, if you take time to rest your soul. — Lailah Gifty Akita
If you change your habits, you change your results. — Butch Bellah
I strongly believe in the separation of church and state. But freedom of religion does not mean freedom from religion, there is a better way. — Al Gore
I wish the 50 states would break up. Lose the centralised government. More choice. How do you want to live, there's 50 different ways! You hate black people? We've a state for that. You wanna have an abortion? Here's a state. I think we should just keep breaking up countries now so they become just individuals. — Doug Stanhope
Imagining someone else's pain with too much surety can be as damaging as failing to imagine it. — Leslie Jamison
I know it's an artistic cliche, but every time I look at my past work, I want to projectile vomit. — Rich Burlew
Those graceful acts, those thousand decencies, that daily flow from all her words and actions, mixed with love and sweet compliance, which declare unfeigned union of mind, or in us both one soul. — John Milton
Even one voice in a wilderness of ignorance is a voice that is heard by someone. — Kristen Ashley
Congratulations on turning 60
Now you can wear what you like
No one cares, and more particularly
You're fine telling 'em 'Take a hike' — John Walter Bratton
In the end, everything is found to be wanting. — Frank Lentricchia
He cradled her face between his hands, angled his mouth over hers, and welcomed the bliss she offered. Boldly, she gave her tongue the freedom to roam within his mouth. She sighed. He moaned.
He thought a man could become spoiled touching a woman. He might never want to touch stone again. Stone wasn't warm. It didn't alter its shape with the gentlest of pressures. Stone didn't breathe so he could feel its moisture on his face. Rocks didn't make soft sounds that he'd carry with him until the day he died. — Lorraine Heath
