Beautiful Heart Pics With Quotes & Sayings

Beauty is more than perfect features, Birdy. There's something about you that draws everyone to you, the way flowers turn toward the sun. You walk into a room and the place comes alive. You are beautiful, Birdy. All the more so because you don't even realize it. — Suzanne Woods Fisher

It was the driest season the island had ever known. The heat which had accumulated during the long days still seemed to hover over the city, stifling its inhabitants. Usually they streamed on to the water front at night, sweating, wondering, in the gustatory atmosphere, moving in clusters or striking out alone. — Lloyd Fernando

Oh my God. You're going to Julie Morelli's wedding! It's true about you and Joe."
"What about me and Joe?"
"I heard you were living with him."
"I had a fire in my apartment, and I rented a room from him for a short time."
Sandy's face scrunched up in disappointment. "You mean you weren't sleeping with him?"
"Well, yeah, I guess I was sleeping with him."
"Oh my God. I knew it! I just knew it! What's he like? Is he excellent? Is he ... you know, big? He doesn't have a little twinkie, does he? Oh, God, don't tell me if he has a little twinkie. — Janet Evanovich

Sometimes your gift takes you to a place that your character is not prepared to handle. — Kwame Kilpatrick

Let's face it. You don't even understand you. The difference between us is that I happen to love you. — C.D. Reiss

If there is one door in the castle you have been told not to go through, you must. Otherwise, you'll just be rearranging furniture in rooms you've already been in. — Anne Lamott

I was wondering."
"What?"
"If it's uncomfortable."
"If what's uncomfortable?"
"Having your head that far up your ass."
"You're a real comedian today, Lawson."
"You're making it easy for me. — Samantha Young

He's a zealous fellow, but zeal can't really take the place of brains. — Agatha Christie

Great art is precisely that which never was, nor will be taught, it is preeminently and finally the expression of the spirits of great men. — John Ruskin