Bjorlin Trio Quotes & Sayings

He'd learned that when you love someone purely enough, all you wanted was for that person to be happy. (p. 419) — Elin Hilderbrand

Quinton: I think if every person had a Nova Reed in this world, then life would be a little sunnier. — Jessica Sorensen

Of all animals, the cat alone attains to the comtemplative life. He regards the wheel of existence from without, like the Buddha. — Andrew Lang

All religions and cultures suffer from sources that preach hate against the 'other.' Throughout history some have, tragically, practiced what their sources preached, while some have sought to dismiss or even counteract the hateful words of their sources. — Alan Dershowitz

Time has laid his hand
Upon my heart, gently, not smiting it,
But as a harper lays his open palm
Upon his harp, to deaden its vibrations. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Why, if it had been--a smothering instead of a wedding, — Charles Dickens

Oh, you know. I am secretary of state. My trips aren't successful. I just talk to people. — George P. Shultz

I would sort out all the arguments and see which belonged to fear and which to creativeness. Other things being equal, I would make the decision which had the larger number of creative reasons on its side. — Katharine Butler Hathaway

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

When you have the means and information to cure a disease and don't ... you are the disease. — Richard Diaz

The strikes continue ruthlessly. I brace for each blow, numbering it as the heat subsides, and enjoying her tender exploration of my swollen lips in between. The rhythm pulls me through the assault and, all too soon, I acknowledge the tenth strike. — Felicity Brandon