Insensibilidad Congenita Quotes & Sayings

You're like your mahmen," he whispered. "You make the world go away for me — J.R. Ward

All I do is party. — Shelby Lynne

Why would you say I shouldn't wait for you?" It was a snarl. "If you're mine, you're mine. And I'm yours. Today, tomorrow, always. — Nalini Singh

I'm lucky I've been able to spend a lot of time with my family. — James Fox

The unambitious sluggard pretends that the eminence is not worth attaining, declines altogether the struggle, and calls himself a philosopher. I say he is a poor-spirited coward. — William Makepeace Thackeray

The backlash against feminism remains savage, strong, and omnipresent, but it is not winning. The world has changed profoundly, and it needs to change far more. — Rebecca Solnit

To a true believer, death is but going to church: from the church below to the church above. — Augustus Toplady

Eternity exist in a holy time. — Lailah Gifty Akita

There are many people who think I'm actually a gangster or a mafioso, largely because of 'Goodfella.' — Paul Sorvino

I feel that from the very beginning life played a terrible conjurer's trick on me. I lost faith in it. It seems to me that every moment now it is playing tricks on me. So that when I hear love I am not sure it is love, and when I hear gaiety I am not sure it is gaiety, and when I have eaten and loved and I am all warm from wine, I am not sure it is either love or food or wine, but a strange trick being played on me, an illusion, slippery and baffling and malicious, and a magician hangs behind me watching the ecstasy I feel at the things which happen so that I know deep down it is all fluid and escaping and may vanish at any moment. Don't forget to write me a letter and tell me I was here, and I saw you, and loved you, and ate with you. It is all so evanescent and I love it so much, I love it as you love the change in the days. — Anais Nin

Lips I ache to press to mine
Until the morning hour
Come with me
Across that line
Surrender to love's power — Madison Parker

A dead look in her eye, a thin grimace to her lips, a sick pallor to her skin that spoke of despair — Melina Marchetta