Fermina Body Quotes & Sayings

Looking back, I guess I used to play-act all the time. For one thing, it meant I could live in a more interesting world than the one around me. — Marilyn Monroe

Treasure every moment in life for it will never happen again. — Sydney

For these two were old friends, old mates both at school and college, both thorough respecters of themselves and each other, and, what does not always follow, men who thoroughly enjoyed each other's company. — Robert Louis Stevenson

Art and religion, carnivals and saturnalia, dancing and listening to oratory - all these have served, in H. G. Wells's phrase, as Doors in the Wall. — Aldous Huxley

The soul of woman must be expansive and open to all human beings, it must be quiet so that no small weak flame will be extinguished by stormy winds; warm so as not to benumb fragile buds ... empty of itself, in order that extraneous life may have room in it; finally, mistress of itself and also of its body, so that the entire person is readily at the disposal of every call. — Edith Stein

I know that people who have been to RADA and LAMDA can smash accents and do Shakespeare: all those things that I never really trained in. — Vicky McClure

In the younger days of the Republic there lived in the county of - two men, who were admitted on all hands to be the very best men In the county; which, in the Georgia vocabulary, means they could flog any other two men in the county. — Augustus Baldwin Longstreet

Having children can be such a gift, but it can be a crushing experience for a certain kind of mom. And I am that certain kind of mom. — Victoria Chang

We're all family
the only family we've got. It doesn't have to be blood. — Holly Cupala

The sharper the arrow the quicker the hunt. — Matshona Dhliwayo

Its true that love doesn't come easily.
Its equally hard to just let it go.
Ironically, its just not in your hand. — Heenashree Khandelwal

So much had been surrendered! And to such little purpose! There had been mad wilful rejections, monstrous forms of self-torture and self-denial, whose origin was fear and whose result was a degradation infinitely more terrible than that fancied degradation from which, in their ignorance, they had sought to escape ( ... ) — Oscar Wilde