Cleavages Low Cut Quotes & Sayings

What crushed my soul was hanging out with bitter, desperate comics backstage. They're a different breed than the bitter yet eager psyches in the wings of an improv theatre. Struggling stand-ups have externalized self-loathing into an art form. They're a hunching, quaking, unshaven lot. — Scott Adsit

I hope that wasn't because of what I said about the barrel racing," Kelsey said.
"Probably me," Cole said. "She's sensitive. And I'm not. I'll apologize later. — Maisey Yates

The basements of the churches I've loved reveal the foundation of the spiritual life to be not belief so much as engagement with the mystery lurking at the base of all things. We build a framework on top of mystery because we need someplace to live, some manner of surviving nature's fury and our mundane daily needs. — Elizabeth Jarrett Andrew

My brother Calvin is very sweet. God had to give him to us because he squealed so much he sturbed the angels. We are not angels so he dont sturb us. — Elinore Pruitt Stewart

No one is really miserable who has not tried to cheapen life. — David Starr Jordan

Being joyous or happy is not something you should feel guilty about. — Stephen Richards

I was running since I was 10. Since grade one at school people looked at me and thought, oh gosh she can really run, she's a natural. — Cathy Freeman

He hadn't shaved that morning, she noticed. Maybe not for a handful of mornings, and the scruff gave his square jaw a toughness that suggested the wild teenager had long ago become a man. — Jill Shalvis

Deep in my heart how the presence of you shines, in a light to last a whole life through. — Patti Smith

When you're winning, you're a hero. When you're losing, you're a bum ... I'm as bad as the fans, believe me. If they only knew how I hate losing and what we go through to try to win. — Alex Spanos

I'm a really, really optimistic and really, really positive person. My main thing is, 'Enjoy life. Celebrate life.' — Luke Bryan

Gat was my love,my first and only.How could I let him go?
He was a person who couldn't fake a smile but smiled often.He wrapped my wrists in white gauze and believed wounds needed attention.He wrote on his hand and asked me my thoughts.His mind was restless,relentless.He didn't believe in God anymore and yet he still wished that God would help him. — E. Lockhart