Bern Williams Sunset Quotes & Sayings

I really love Beyonce. I like to look to her because we look similar; we have similar features about ourselves. So whenever I see that she's using a new product, or a new hair color, I like to look at her. because I know that if it looks good on her, it's something that I could try. — Amber Stevens

Every Englishman believes that Handel now occupies an important position in heaven. If so, le bon Dieu must feel toward him very much as Louis Treize felt toward Richelieu. — George Bernard Shaw

One never knows be it days, weeks or years, when the pupil is ready, the teacher appears. — Robert Fisher

Are you up? Dressing? (Astrid)
No. I'm pissing on your rug. What do you think I'm doing? (Zarek)
I'm blind. For all I know you really are peeing on my rug, which is a very nice rug incidentally, so I hope you're kidding. (Astrid) — Sherrilyn Kenyon

Cinnamonrolls are good for harpies.' She [Ella] said. — Rick Riordan

The new artist is meeting the general public before they meet the record company. They're able to put the material on YouTube and have a million views before they even meet an executive at a record company, and get the deal based on that. — Curtis Jackson

People like eccentrics. Therefore they will leave me alone, saying that I am a mad clown. — Vaslav Nijinsky

To suffer change can be no hurt; as no benefit it is, by change to attain to being. The age and time of the world is as it were a flood and swift current, consisting of the things that are brought to pass in the world. For as soon as anything hath appeared, and is passed away, another succeeds, and that also will presently out of sight. — Marcus Aurelius

They're all yours," Taylor whispered. "If you want them." She hoped very much that she did. She hoped Jericho would begin to show her what she was really made of. She slid her hand down the seat of Jericho's pants and pulled her tight. "Let me feel your mouth," she whispered. — Giselle Fox

In practice, sin's counterfeit of God's love is impossible to perfect, for perfection here ends in the void, the undoing of the bonds of creation. The soul that falls away into sin continues to love mortal beloveds, but its attachments lack measure, and so its love goes begging. It wanders about aimlessly in a 'wasteland of need' (regio egestatis). — James Wetzel

Look for the little loves. Find and shape the little bitternesses. — Ray Bradbury