Dormia Adjustable Beds Quotes & Sayings

We were old sinners - but when we came to Christ we are not sinners anymore. — Joel Osteen

The happiest man is he, who being above the troubles which money brings, has his hands the fullest of work. — Anthony Trollope

I owe everything to golf. Where else could a guy with an IQ like mine make this much money? — Hubert Green

Sweetheart, when you break thru you'll find a poet here, not quite what one would choose. — Diane Di Prima

Judge moaned and rose up to his knees in answer. Michaels gripped the base of his dick. "Oh my god. Look at you." Michaels put his tongue deep inside Judge's cavern, stabbing it in and out without mercy. Judge's sensual moans spurred him on, had him overwhelmed with wanting him. Michaels quickly spread some lube down his length. Holding on to Judge's shoulder with one hand, he parted one fuzzy cheek with the other and slid his lubed cock up and down that dark crevice. Driving both of them mad. "Fuck me. Austin." Michaels — A.E. Via

Socratic question: all plans? Some? Which ones? How do they do so? — Will Evans

Independence. Freedom. Liberty. These have become bywords of our time. And yet we hardly understand the terms at all anymore ... The assumption is now nearly automatic that freedom is without substance. It is an extrinsic condition, and a negative at that. It means that there are no strings upon the autonomous self. It is ... freedom as license, as a permission slip to do as you please. It is freedom that worships the abstraction of choice: choice is the only thing that matters; whether it is one choice or another matters not at all. — Anthony Esolen

Tell me what you want," he demanded. "Say the words." Because he needed to hear them. Some primal part of him wanted her to spell it out.
Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes heavy-lidded. "Kiss me."
"Where? — Katie Reus

When Americans invade Iraq, Bush says, we will be greeted as liberators by the Iraqi people, proving that taking out Saddam Hussein was the right thing to do. — Howard Fineman

How do you go on knowing that you will never again - not ever, ever - see the person you have loved? How do you survive a single hour, a single minute, a single second of that knowledge? How do you hold yourself together? — Howard Jacobson

Moon, plum blossoms, this, that, and the day goes — Kobayashi Issa