Belongingness Theory Quotes & Sayings

The best time is always yesterday. — Tatyana Tolstaya

Sometimes when I am photographing a major news event, I am suddenly overwhelmed by helplessness. — Lynsey Addario

Of all the things God created, I am often most grateful He created laughter. — Charles R. Swindoll

More and more I find myself at a loss for words and didn't want to hear other people talking either. Their conversations seemed false and empty. I preferred to look at the sea, which said nothing and never made you feel alone. — Paula McLain

We have no evidence whatsoever that the soul perishes with the body. — Mahatma Gandhi

My ears pricked at a sound from the bathroom, a familiar moan, and I shot up from the bed, racing to the door. Throwing it open, I froze at the sight of Gianna in the shower, with her hand between her legs. Oh, fuck no. Stalking over, I shoved the door open, snatched her wrist away, and used it to drag her up against my body. Bringing her fingers to my mouth, I licked them clean, eliciting another moan. Satisfied that I'd gotten all of her essence, I gripped both of her wrists and anchored them behind her back. "No one makes you come but me," I snarled. "Not even you. Those sounds, your moans and screams of pleasure, they belong to me, Gianna. They are mine and I will not share them." I stared at her with a hardened gaze, making sure my warning was clear. "If you need a release, you will come to me, or you will wait. Do you understand? — Fiona Davenport

A life of knowledge is not often a life of injury and crime. — Sydney Smith

It's a fact that every minute you hold a child, it triples in mass. — Drew Magary

When your will is His, the sphere of His plan is boundless. It can cross the highest mountain, the greatest impossibility. — Alicia A. Willis

Some people don't understand that it is the nature of the eye to have seen forever, and the nature of the mind to recall anything that was ever known. — Alice Walker

She told herself that she longed greatly to go back to those dear merry days when life was seen through a rosy mist of hope and illusion, and possessed an indefinable something that had passed away forever. Where was it now
the glory and the dream? — L.M. Montgomery

Like many things, I am nothing. — Li Mu