Claramae Turners Birthday Quotes & Sayings

21And she will bring forth a Son, and you shall call His name JESUS, for He will save His people from their sins. — Anonymous

It is pleasant to observe how free the present age is in laying taxes on the next. "Future ages shall talk of this; they shall be famous to all posterity;" whereas their time and thoughts will be taken up about present things, as ours are now. — Jonathan Swift

The Chinese government wants me to say that for many centuries Tibet has been part of China. Even if I make that statement, many people would just laugh. And my statement will not change past history. History is history. — Dalai Lama

Surfing is a huge passion of mine. I'm and addict to it in a sense. I think it is a good addiction. I spend about anywhere from two to eight hours a day in the water when I am home. I enjoy competing and traveling. I don't know, I just like being in the ocean and enjoying God's creation. Just the adrenaline you get and its good exercise you get at the same time. — Bethany Hamilton

Thus did Ada, Countess of Lovelace, help sow the seeds for a digital age that would blossom a hundred years later. — Walter Isaacson

I mean, if everything is already set in stone, why try? I prefer to think that we're choosing in every moment what happens next. — Rainbow Rowell

With no object no image and no focus, what are you looking at? You are looking at you looking. — James Turrell

Listening over and over to the voices through a family of instruments allowed us to recognize and appreciate the dignity and uniqueness of each living thing in the meadow and forest. — Terry Tempest Williams

A 'sensitive' person will not have common sense. — Dada Bhagwan

Neeley came home and he and Francie were sent out for the weekend meat. This was an important ritual and called for detail instructions by mama. — Betty Smith

My inspiration can come from anything - films, the street, paparazzi pictures. — Craig McDean

Lindsay strode to the door and picked up his overcoat from the back of the couch, where he'd tossed it when they came in. She wheeled around to hand him his coat; once again, as expected, Fred was standing right behind her. But this time he wasn't looking at her. He was looking up.
At the mistletoe, directly over their heads.
He met her eyes with a look that glimmered with promise. Then he took the overcoat from her hand and tossed it, lightly, onto the back of the sofa once again.
Everything seemed to slow. His intentions were clear, and she had plenty of time to step back. Yet Lindsay did nothing to stop him when he took her chin in his hand, tipped it upward, and brought his lips down to hers, as purposefully as if he'd meant to do it all along.
Lindsay could have sworn she heard bells....
Still dazed, she followed his eyes upward. "And what's the penalty for ignoring mistletoe?"
"Struck by lightning, I think. — Sierra Donovan

He kissed her before he knew he would do it. Cupped her small head against his hand and bent to touch her lips with his own, lightly tasting that sensuous mouth. He closed his eyes to feel it better - the moist plumpness of unseasoned lips, flavored with coffee and sugar and something that belonged only to her. And like an exhausted man sinking with gratitude into the down of a pillow, he sank into the softness, losing himself as he explored the edges and corners, the sensitive inner edge. He suckled gently and heard her sigh as she inclined her head to take him more fully. — Barbara Samuel