Dziwitza Quotes & Sayings
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Well, in a way she might be right. It might be better if he were married...It all came back to the fact that he was sure nobody would ever understand him as well as he understood himself. — L.M. Montgomery

A comely olde man as busie as a bee. — John Lyly

Another example of how connected we all are, and are meant to be, is the story of the "elephant whisperer," the late Lawrence Anthony. He was a conservationist who saved the lives of countless elephants — Christiane Northrup

Sex is still the leading cause of pregnancy. — Frederica Mathewes-Green

I love floral prints for little girls, and I love mixing prints. — Kourtney Kardashian

Foolish acts and bold adventures almost always appear, especially in the beginning, to be the absolute same thing. — Leigh Ann Henion

Other people's things are more pleasing to us, and ours to other people. -Aliena nobis, nostra plus aliis placent — Publilius Syrus

When I was born, my mother dressed me as a boy because she could not afford to feed any more daughters. By the mystic laws of gender and economics, it ruins a peasant to place half a bowl of figs in front of his daughter, while his son may gorge on the whole tree, burn it for firewood and piss on the stump, and still be reckoned a blessing to his father. — Jeanette Winterson

Today we ought to add to these terms the latest and perhaps most formidable form of such dominion, bureaucracy or the rule by an intricate system of bureaux in which no men, neither one nor the best, neither the few nor the many can be held responsible and which could be properly called the rule by Nobody. — Hannah Arendt

I don't want to be the next anyone. I'm just me. — Juliet Aubrey

didn't know there was different, and when you don't have different to compare to, you don't question what you have. You don't know better until you're with better." My — J. Daniels

Once I spoke the language of the flowers,
Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,
Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,
And shared a conversation with the housefly
in my bed.
Once I heard and answered all the questions
of the crickets,
And joined the crying of each falling dying
flake of snow,
Once I spoke the language of the flowers ...
How did it go?
How did it go? — Shel Silverstein

He bites his lip and slides closer along the bed. Reaching out slowly, he carefully pulls the hair band from my hair, releasing it from my ponytail, then he gently runs his fingers through the soft strands before suddenly snatching his hand away and looking down at the floor beneath his feet. — Dannielle Wicks