Creazzo Case Quotes & Sayings

He made me feel wanted and needed and not at all alone. I don't understand how someone can affect me that way, but I don't want that someone to go away. — Allie Everhart

He knew about being alone. The weather was always cold there. — Gregory Maguire

The bigger the government, the greater the corruption — Dennis Prager

Go forth in every direction- for the happiness, the harmony, the welfare of the many. Offer your heart, the seeds of understanding, like a lamp overturned and re-lit, illuminating the darkness. — Gautama Buddha

Were I a man," she struck a fencing pose and swept her hand before her as if it held a razor-sharp rapier, "I'd fix him thus!" She stabbed once, twice, thrice, then whipped the imaginary tip across her victim's throat. Delicately she wiped the phantom blade and restored it to an equally airy scabbard. "Were I a man," she straightened to stare pensively through the window, "I'd assure myself that braggart knew the error of his ways and henceforth would bend to seek his fortune in some other corner of the world." She caught her reflection in the crystal panes and folding her hands, struck a demure pose. "Alas, a brawling lad I am not, but a mere woman." She turned her head from side to side to inspect the carefully arranged raven tresses, then smiled wisely at her image. "Thus my weapons must be my wit and tongue."
-Erienne — Kathleen E. Woodiwiss

I'm always a little unnerved when I see a show that's set in the past that implies in any way that things were nicer then. — Steven Soderbergh

Your concern is not so much to have what you love anymore, but to love what you have - right now. — Richard Rohr

Master to slave: when he says "Fuck me," my body softens and I get wet. It's visceral. Inescapable. I love the way he says "Fuck me," as if his body will explode if I don't touch him, slam down on him and take him inside me, meld our flesh together in that place we both find the only peace we ever know. Out of bed, we're a storm. In bed, we find the eye. — Karen Marie Moning

For so long music has been my heart, but now it's you ... you're my heart. — Cassandra Giovanni

Is the sun dimmed that gnats do fly in it? — William Shakespeare