Bezopasne Polne Quotes & Sayings

The fake laughter is an implied message. — Toba Beta

Life is movement. Once you stop moving, you're dead. Choose life. — Eugen Sandow

ALL YOU EVER HAVE TO DO
IN ORDER TO BECOME HAPPY FOREVER
IS LEARN HOW TO FEEL UNCONDITIONAL LOVE.
LOVE FOR YOURSELF, LOVE FOR LIFE
LOVE FOR WHATEVER YOU
MAY EVER HAVE TO FACE.
AND THEN YOU ARE SET.
THEN YOU WILL ALWAYS EXPERIENCE
FREEDOM, HAPPINESS, PEACE AND
YOU'LL BE ABLE TO ENJOY LIFE
immensely AS A FREE SOUL.

ALL THAT MATTERS IS HOW YOU FEEL.
LIFE IS JUST YOUR MIRROR.
WHAT YOU FEEL IS REFLECTED BACK
TO YOU.
NEVER FORGET IT. ALL THAT WILL EVER
MATTER IS HOW YOU FEEL. CORRECT THAT
AND THE WORLD IS YOURS. — Bram Joosten

As soon as Neil is out of the shower, he texts Peter.
You up? he asks.
And the reply comes instantly:
For anything. — David Levithan

It's always gonna be different when I make a record just because I kind of touch on every sort of genre. — Lady Sovereign

I'm the one who should apologize,' he said. 'I want to help, but I know I won't be able to. I haven't go the answers to anything.'
'That's what men think, isn't it?'
'What?'
'That unless you've got some answer, unless you can say, "Oh, I know this bloke in Essex Road who can fix that for you", then it's not worth bothering.'
Will shifted in his seat and didn't say anything. That was precisely what he thought; in fact, he had spent half the evening trying to think of the name of the bloke in Essex Road, metaphorically speaking. — Nick Hornby

Some men just can't stomach the necessary steps it takes to make a good girl great. — Willow Madison

I think that Sappho expresses the orphaned part of ourselves. The orphaned part of ourselves that reaches out to passion for completion. That reaches out to motherhood for completion. — Erica Jong

A man may sooner engrave the chronicle of a whole nation, or all the records of God in the Scripture upon the hardest marble with his bare finger, than write one syllable of the law of God in a spiritual manner upon his heart. — William Symington

She was sorry, and rather revolted at his dirty hands, but she laughed in a well-bred way, as though it were nothing unusual to her to watch a man walking in a slow dream. — F Scott Fitzgerald