Formsmash Quotes & Sayings

Many of you wavier by the way you live. — Billy Graham

Yes, I do have remorse, but I'm not even sure myself whether it is as profound as it should be. I've always wondered myself why I don't feel more remorse. — Jeffrey Dahmer

It was terrible of you," Shanna pouted, but her eyes danced as they turned askance to meet his. "I could have left, you know. I was that angry."
"I would have followed you," Ruark assured with a flash of white teeth. "You have my heart and my baby. You would not have escaped. — Kathleen E. Woodiwiss

How important it is to stay true to yourself even in the midst of an adventure or experiment. — Piper Kerman

For it is, and must remain, the case that we must obey God rather than man. — Martin Niemoller

Love not for a reason but as if it is your ultimate purpose and passion. — Debasish Mridha

Virginity is something that can be offered to God. — Elisabeth Elliot

You think it's all written, but it's not. There's always another way to twist those three chords around. — Joe Perry

He finds his way up the side of my neck, biting me just a little, moving lightly back and forth, like he's searching for a special spot. When he finds it, I make small sound I've never heard myself make before, like a gasp. He traces his tongue in slow circles around that spot. I realise my hands are just lying in my lap, doing nothing. I concentrate on lifting my arm and reaching for his face, but he catches my hand and holds it tightly at the wrist. His lips leave the spot and find their way back to my mouth, which is waiting, hoping for his return. He plants a gentle kiss on my lower lip and then whispers in my ear, I just got lucky, Rose. — Louise Rozett

Rest in the knowledge that God is both abundantly gracious and ridiculously generous. — Jared Brock

I've got a crush on you, I hope you feel the way that I do, I get a rush when I'm with you ... oh I got a crush on you. — Mandy Moore

Love is the last relay and ultimate outposts of eternity. — Dante Gabriel Rossetti

I did stories about unexpected encounters, back roads, small towns and ordinary folk, sometimes doing something a little extraordinary. — Charles Kuralt

What stuff is the man made of who is not coexistent in our thought with the purest and sublimest truth? — Henry David Thoreau

There were angry clouds building up behind the moutains, black-gray clouds, great clumps of them colored just like cotton balls after Aunt Ruth cleaned off her eye makeup from a big night out, all gunky with mascara and eye shadow. (p 378) — Emily M. Danforth