Goldenson Chiropractic Torrance Quotes & Sayings

I can't drink a wine if it has an ugly label, — Bryan Ferry

But we are not the Author of our story. We are the characters. — Kara Tippetts

Perry. I want to see your back."
Another surprise, but he nodded and turned away. Dropped his head forward and took the moment to try and calm his breath. He jerked when she traced the shape of the wings on his skin, a groan sliding out of him. Perry silently cursed himself. He couldn't have sounded more savage if he'd tried.
"Sorry," she whispered ...
"He's magnificent. Like you," she added softly.
That was what did it. — Veronica Rossi

She wanted to talk about unimportant matters, to speak to someone who wasn't her child or her spouse. — Junot Diaz

Careful, demon. I've shrunken heads bigger than yours. Her pointed stare at the stop below his belt buckle had him growling. — Eve Langlais

TO MUSIC, TO BECALM HIS FEVER"


CHARM me asleep and melt me so
With thy delicious numbers,
That, being ravished, hence I go
Away in easy slumbers.
Ease my sick head
And make my bed,
Thou power that canst sever
From me this ill ;
And quickly still,
Though thou not kill
My fever.

Thou sweetly canst convert the same
From a consuming fire
Into a gentle-licking flame,
And make it thus expire.
Then make me weep
My pains asleep ;
And give me such reposes
That I, poor I,
May think thereby
I live and die
'Mongst roses.

Fall on me like a silent dew,
Or like those maiden showers
Which, by the peep of day, do strew
A baptim o'er the flowers.
Melt, melt my pains
With thy soft strains ;
That, having ease me given,
With full delight
I leave this light,
And take my flight
For heaven. — Robert Herrick

She thought she was only seeing him because she wanted to see him ... It's a by-product of very dramatic kissing. — Ally Carter

You don't know shit about me, I don't know shit about you. You don't even know shit about you. — Lauren Oliver

If I ruled the world, every woman would have a Chanel suit in her wardrobe. — Bill Nighy

The careful reader, and even the careless reader who's had a few too many drinks, will notice that the Point of View is not all male. You'll see plenty of male nakedness here, and the women are not the rocket-breasted, uber-sexualized portrayals of women that comics often offer. — Peter Milligan

My love runs by like a day in June, And he makes no friends of sorrows. He'll tread his galloping rigadoon In the pathway of the morrows. He'll live his days where the sunbeams start, Nor could storm or wind uproot him. My own dear love, he is all my heart,
And I wish somebody'd shoot him. — Dorothy Parker