Bright House Price Quotes & Sayings

One of her arms was around his waist as her eyes fluttered open. He found himself lost in limpid blue green. She wasn't his. Not legally. He could as yet lay no claim to her heart. He wanted the ceremony that would make her indisputably his. He wanted Sophie to be the mother of his children. He wanted Sophie. He wouldn't ever be whole without her. If he rushed her, he stood to lose everything. — Carolyn Jewel

There is no evidence that an animal can take on the sophisticated task of deciding to end his life and to communicate that decision to us. — Jon Katz

Nixon sent some no-account underling to tell us that he had done more for the American Indian than any predecessor and that he saw no reason for our coming to Washington, that he had more important things to do than to talk with us - presumably surreptitiously taping his visitors and planning Watergate. We wondered what all these good things were that he had done for us. — Mary Crow Dog

In Los Angeles, I'm always in Fred Segal. It's become a ritual. I have lunch and then buy lots of things I don't need. Usually tons of clothes for the kids that they grow out of in 10 seconds. — Ozwald Boateng

I used to think that only death could take someone away from me, but I have learned so many lesser things could steal someone away. Just as completely; just as forever. — Laurell K. Hamilton

And how do you know she's the one?" I whisper, wiping the tears spilling down my face. He brings a hand up to my cheek and caresses over it with his thumb. "I know because, when she's not with me, I feel like I lack oxygen, and even when I am with her, I feel like I can't breathe enough. — Claire Contreras

Meat isn't murder, it's delicious. — John Lydon

Except. What is normal at any given time? We change just as the seasons change, and each spring brings new growth. So nothing is ever quite the same. — Sherwood Smith

The fact of the matter is, the minute you get a mouthful of blue sky dancing across your taste buds there's no keeping you from it. — Victoria Forester