Dunroamin Cottages Quotes & Sayings

You and I might define a 'soul mate' differently. For most people, a soul mate has some kind of sexual connotation. — Frederick Lenz

A guy whose name has become its own verb, and synonymous with trouble. — Nicole Williams

God does remain in a state of witnessing (sakshibhav), but that is a worldly God. Worldly God means witnessing through 'egoism'. If one constantly remains in the witnessing state, then he would not bind karma. — Dada Bhagwan

A soldier shoved him forward, said, "Stand right there and don't fucking move." "Why?" "We have to inspect you." "For what?" "Shut the fuck up. — Blake Crouch

Wars are generally fought for material things; they're not fought over ideals. After we get into them, we are told we are fighting for ideals. We are fighting for oil and tin and rubber and markets, and as long as we insist on a standard of life that is so high above all the rest of the world, we're going to have to pay for our standard of living with a lot of blood. I think we ought to re-examine the fact that Jesus was a pauper, and we should be committing ourselves to a very humble, simple way of life. — Clarence Jordan

Any piece of good music is in essence a love song. — Diana Gabaldon

To all you sensitive sallys out there who spend your time scribing angry letters, I have great news: Scientific models show that in the not-too-distant future, all the races will become so completely interbred that humanity will have a monolithic caramelish color and common facial features. There won't be blonds or hairy Jews anymore.Words like "Chink" will cease to have meaning. They will be relics, along with those who use them for comedy. Which is exactly why I am past that meta-racist shit and onto poop and pee. Onward and downward! — Sarah Silverman

In reality, the past is preserved by itself automatically. — Henri Bergson

This has been a perfect day," Anne said quietly.
"Almost," Daniel whispered, and then she was in his arms again. He kissed her, but it was different this time. Less urgent. Less fiery. The touch of their lips was achingly soft, and maybe it didn't make her feel crazed, like she wanted to press herself against him and take him within her. Maybe instead he made her feel weightless, as if she could take his hand and float away, just as long as he never stopped kissing her. Her entire body tingled, and she stood on her tiptoes, almost waiting for the moment she left the ground.
And then he broke the kiss, pulling back just far enough to rest his forehead against hers. "There," he said, cradling her face in his hands. "Now it's a perfect day. — Julia Quinn