Elody Name Quotes & Sayings

But the creative juices dry up if they're not kept in circulation. — David Lodge

I didn't choose you, my heart did. — H.k Ruman

Skepticism ... is not intellectual only it is moral also, a chronic atrophy and disease of the whole soul. — Thomas Carlyle

Big egos have little ears. — Robert Schuller

The moment was lost in vulgar details. — Oscar Wilde

No one'll see us coming," Han said. "And everyone dies sometime."
"Not comforting."
"The alternative is we go spend a bunch of time waiting for you to come up with some other plan that doesn't work. — James S.A. Corey

Being judged and found lacking by the people who were supposed to love you never left anyone feeling all right. — Mariana Zapata

When I look at my eighty-five-year-old face in the mirror today, I think, "You're never going to look better than you do today, honey, so smile." Whoever said a smile is the best face-lift was one smart woman. — Anita Diamant

I ran my fingers over the black ink. "They're holy to you."
Alex flexed his fingers. "They are now. — Laura Bickle

The associations get only richer and more intense when you realise that the very concept of truth - the cornerstone of philosophy and religion alike, let alone law - also rests heavily on the meaning of waking up. And you don't need a philosopher to appreciate it, because there are clues to its dependency in everyday phrases such as 'waking up to the truth', 'my eyes were opened' and even 'wake up and smell the coffee'. If such phrases hint that waking up and truth are bedfellows of some sort, you need only go back to the ancient Greek for corroboration. There you'll find that the word truth is 'aletheia', from which in English we get the word for 'lethargy'. But see how the Greek word is 'a-letheia' rather than letheia - that is truth is the opposite of lethargy. And what is opposite of lethargy, if not waking up? — Robert Rowland Smith

For me, gratitude only brings positivity. As simplified as it sounds, I think that is key. — Stephanie Ellis

He who is always in a hurry to be wealthy and immersed in the study of augmenting his fortune has lost the arms of reason and deserted the post of virtue. — Horace

Mary reached into her vinyl purse and extracted one of the novels, each of whose covers had promised laughter and tears. She began to read and, finding a masterful storyteller behind its pages, was instantly and gratefully transported to another place. — Lori Lansens

Heart pounding, he collapsed on top of her, claiming her lips with his as he did so, making love to her mouth with his tongue as his spent c#ck continued to spasm inside her p#ssy. Wanting to give her pleasure even as the steel left his length.
She wrapped her arms around his back, tangling her legs with his as she returned his kiss. The pulsing pressure of her fading orgasm on his dick was an unbearable caress he would willingly endure until the end of time. An affirmation of the pleasure he gave her.
A confirmation of what his heart had been telling him since he'd first laid eyes on her: he was hers. Irrevocably and unquestionably. — Lexxie Couper