Fortunatestore Quotes & Sayings

I was compulsively overeating when I was eight years old. — Demi Lovato

How fabulous down was for those first minutes! Down, down, down I'd go until down too became impossible and punishing and so relentless that I'd pray for the trail to go back up. Going down, I realized was like taking hold of the loose strand of yarn on a sweater you'd just spent hours knitting and pulling it until the entire sweater unraveled into a pile of string. Hiking the PCT was the maddening effort of knitting that sweater and unraveling it over and over again. As if everything gained was inevitably lost. — Cheryl Strayed

The one who actually decided that I should keep my name was my manager, Erv Woolsey. — Lee Ann Womack

Love ceases to be a pleasure when it ceases to be a secret. — Aphra Behn

Before Jaylee, I was always under the impression that people cheated on their spouses because they were seeking something outside of the marriage that was missing. I'm not sure if anything was lacking in my marriage to Robert. I wasn't looking; Jaylee just happened. Now I fear that I will never again experience the heights of desire that I feel when I'm with him and I'm mourning it before it's even gone. — Mara White

I'm not a fruity girl. I don't like licorice. I'm chocolate all the way. — Alysia Reiner

And I look at him because he needs to be looked at. He needs to be seen. I hate that he has been on his own for so long painting graffiti moons in the dark keeping quiet about who he really is. — Cath Crowley

The child, in danger of the fire, just clings to the fireman, and trusts to him alone. She raises no question about the strength of his limbs to carry her, or the zeal of his heart to rescue her; but she clings. The heat is terrible, the smoke is blinding, but she clings; and her deliverer quickly bears her to safety. In the same childlike confidence cling to Jesus, who can and will bear you out of danger from the flames of sin. — Charles Spurgeon

Mayweather was already a gargoyle for our era, a gleaming hood ornament on a demented limo running one red light after another, America's id. — Brin-Jonathan Butler