Quotes & Sayings About Distance Between Father And Daughter

Never be real with fake people. — Sanjay Caines

from Pure Healing

Just because I can't throw away my virginity at the closest dick on hand doesn't mean I can't date — Aja James

She loved you, Dex Another fucking blow to my motherfucking heart. I was surprised it hadn't been pulverized to dust by now. — Karina Halle

A focused Board concentrates on strategy oversight and governance practices, to avoid getting lost in the forest. — Pearl Zhu

At the end of the day, will God be interested primarily in whether I have been kind and helped others, or in whether I was baptized and how? — Andrew Solomon

But I decided I wanted more education and I had to make a choice between starting law school, which was interesting to me, and going for a graduate degree in engineering. — Daniel J. Evans

You can't be pro-labor and anti-business. — Bobby Schilling

MAR3.10 For he had healed many; insomuch that they pressed upon him for to touch him, as many as had plagues. MAR3.11 And unclean spirits, when they saw him, fell down before him, and cried, saying, Thou art the Son of God. — Anonymous

A latent warmth flickers behind those golden, burning rings. The Cold struggles to squelch it, shrouding it with the frigid Night. It almost smothers it entirely.
Almost.
But I know it is still there. It is like the heat of an unassuming coal beneath a blanket of graying ash. It is hidden, but not extinguished.
I can feel it. I can feel its gentle breath against my skin, like distant sunlight during newborn spring.
I can hear it. I can hear it reaching to divide the curtains of shadow on his face, like the whispers of blossoms unfolding.
I can see it. I can see it behind his fiery eyes, flickering like a starlight-dappled pool, dancing in and out of view.
It is buried. Buried, but burning nonetheless. Buried but burning, like one last hope in my heart. One last Ember in the dark.
-The Penitent God — S.G. Night

The Dutch customs once thought my pictures were photos. Where on earth did they think I could have photographed my subjects? In Hell, perhaps? — H.R. Giger

on average about 7,500 searches are performed every single second of every day.1 — Eric Enge