Hickstead Horse Quotes & Sayings

If you don't understand the past, the future won't make much sense either. — DJ Spooky

The president may be a nice guy, but he's just over his head. — Mitt Romney

I don't like giving or receiving gifts because I don't like that initial reaction. Although I do enjoy the love and the family aspect of Christmas, and I love eating with my family and friends and reconnecting with them. — The Miz

I feel like until you're with the person, the person you end up marrying, you don't ever really know what you're looking for. I'm just into a girl with a really good personality, something that goes beyond looks. I want to be able to joke around, be respectful of each other ... there are a lot of things that go into compatibility. — Ryan Guzman

There is nothing wrong with special occasion foods, as long as every day is not a special occasion. — Michael Pollan

I've loved you for so long and You're beautiful, won't you dance? — Alaya Dawn Johnson

What's in the box?"
Sloane glanced to her hands. Box? Oh!
"Cupcakes. For you." A flush heated her skin, but she forced herself to ignore it. "Kind of a thank you for doing this today."
"You brought me cupcakes?"
It had been a dumb idea, bringing cupcakes to a gym. To a guy who looked like Sloane - he obviously didn't eat a lot of sweets.
"You can throw them away."
"Hey, Michaels, I'll take the cupcakes," one of the men shouted.
Sloane's eyes took on a tinge of smoldering sienna color. He snapped his head around toward the man. "Touch them and die, Carson. She brought them for me." He took the box from her and shoved them under his right arm. A grin broke out over his face. "Right, Kat? Just for me. — Jennifer Lyon

Rain falls on the just and the unjust alike. — Thomas C. Foster

Future indifferences is no consolation for present pain. — Mary Balogh

All up the hills that hem the city in, these houses swarm; and the mites inside were lolling out of the windows, and drying their ragged clothes on poles, and crawling in and out at the doors, and coming out to pant and gasp upon the pavement, and creeping in and out among huge piles and bales of fusty, musty, stifling goods; and living, or rather not dying till their time should come, in an exhausted receiver. — Charles Dickens