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One can lead a nation only by helping it see a bright outlook. A leader is a dealer in hope. — Napoleon Bonaparte
They probably do have an Asian Barbie. — Iris Chang
Forgiveness enables me to walk away from that pain, the loneliness and suffering. — Sharon E. Rainey
In the future, we'd like to support upcoming artists, people that are trying to be actors. — Evan Spiegel
A civilized society is one which tolerates eccentricity to the point of doubtful sanity. — Robert Frost
Perhaps that is because you mistake death for justice, and they are not the same thing at all. — R.L. LaFevers
What a glorious season is this time of Christmas. Hearts are softened. Voices are raised in worship. Kindness and mercy are reenthroned as elements in our lives. There is an accelerated reaching out to those in distress. There is an aura of peace that comes into our homes. There is a measure of love that is not felt to the same extent at any other time of the year. — Gordon B. Hinckley
If he doesn't come out soon and tell us what's going on, I am going in there."
A rush of relief flooded Harper at the sound of Drea in the hallway.
"As much as you think she loves you, shortcake, she loves him a bit more. Give them a minute."
Trent laughed. Harper opened her eyes and looked at him. "My money is on Drea," she whispered.
"Can you get your stupid frigging arms off me?"
Drea and Cujo burst through the door. Cujo's arms were wrapped tightly around Drea's middle, and the angle she was bending his fingers back to release his grip had to hurt.
"I tried to stop her but it's like getting a feral cat into a shoe box." Cujo let out a grunt and let Drea go. Harper looked from Cujo to Drea, desperate to bury the laugh she could feel brewing. — Scarlett Cole
It was a foggy day in London, and the fog was heavy and dark. Animate London, with smarting eyes and irritated lungs, was blinking, wheezing, and choking; inanimate London was a sooty spectre, divided in purpose between being visible and invisible, and so being wholly neither. — Charles Dickens