Grotan Sds Quotes & Sayings

My stepmother was no beauty. She was round and squat with a face not unlike a potato that had been scrubbed. — Sally Gardner

Before attempting to create something new, it is vital to have a good appreciation of everything that already exists in this field. — Mikhail Kalashnikov

Friendship is not a superficial thing; it is understanding the heart's feelings. — Debasish Mridha

I couldn't be his friend. When you were friends with boys, it never worked. It always turned into something more, and then when you got really close, the one person you swore you'd give your everything to, leaves. — Rachel Van Dyken

Familiarity isn't always a good thing ... sometimes you need a little crisis to shake things up. — Karl Hyde

Intuition is a strange instinct that tells a woman she is right, whether she is or not. — Oscar Wilde

I'm Bipolar with PTSD there's no shortage of pain inside of me — Stanley Victor Paskavich

I'm glad I ran into you. It was true. Seeing him shirtless and sweaty was like a shot in the arm. She now felt like she had the hormone power to walk for miles. — Becky Wade

He opens his window and motions for me to open mine. When I do, he tries to say something. His voice barely carries through the sound of the rain coming down hard between us.
I lean out the car window. "What?"
He leans out his window, meeting me halfway. We're both wet and soaked, but neither of us seems to care. "Don't run away from me when I need to tell you somethin' important."
"What?" I say, hoping he doesn't notice the tears running down my face, and praying they're getting mixed up with the rain.
"Tonight was ... well, it was perfect for me, too. You've turned my world upside down. I've fallen in love with you, chica, and it scares the fuckin' shit outta me. I've been shakin' all night, because I knew it. I've tried to deny it, to make you think I wanted you as a fake girlfriend, but that was a lie."
"I love you, Kiara," he says before his lips move forward and meet mine. — Simone Elkeles

Hey ! Ain t it glorious to be living? — James J. Montague