Quotes & Sayings About Golden Jubilee Wedding Anniversary For Parents

There was always something disappointing about clouds when you were inside them; they ceased to be clouds at all. It just got really foggy. — David Foster Wallace

I'm not able to rid myself of my self. — Herve Guibert

Your curves are not just desired on this planet, they are preferred in a female. And everything from your hair to your waist to your tiny feet makes me want to get on my knees and kiss every inch of your body. Not just that," he said, staring at her mouth. "I can tell you have a fiery spirit, and I like that. Don't tell me the beauty I see isn't there. — Milly Taiden

You can't pull a gun just because a crazy person wants to talk to you. If I did that I'd never get through a family Christmas. — Marc MacYoung

How true a twain
Seemeth this concordant one!
Love hath reason,
Reason none,
If what parts, can so remain. — William Shakespeare

I have to say my favorite stories are ghost stories. I don't like to see these made-up monster films or scary films with ghosts. It doesn't do anything to me. But a real ghost story that someone tells me, that I like. — Sandra Cisneros

Study hard; and you might grow up to be President. But let's face it: Even then, you'll never make as much money as your dog. — George H. W. Bush

True friends stab you in the front — Oscar Wilde

He wonders if words aren't an essential element of sex, if talking isn't finally a more subtle form of touching, and if the images dancing in our heads aren't just as important as the bodies we hold in our arms. Margot tells him that sex is the one thing in life that counts for her, that if she couldn't have sex she would probably kill herself to escape the boredom and monotony of being trapped inside her own skin. Walker doesn't say anything, but as he comes into her for the second time, he realizes that he shares her opinion. He is mad for sex. Even in the grip of the most crushing despair, he is mad for sex. Sex is the lord and the redeemer, the only salvation on earth. — Paul Auster