L Leng S T Rt Nete Quotes & Sayings

As I've always said, McLaren exists to win, and win we will. — Ron Dennis

Let me tell you a secret about a father's love,/A secret that my daddy said was just between us."/He said, "Daddies don't just love their children every now and then./It's a love without end, amen, it's a love without end, amen. — George Strait

All I have to do is look around me to know time doesn't heal all wounds. If it did, maybe this place would have some happier hearts — Angela Pisel

Ask God for forgiveness. Seek forgiveness from those you have wronged. Forgive those who have wronged you. Forgive yourself. — C. Scott Grow

A stress on the system and I think a painful thing for many young poets who are looking to find a life in poetry that they're not going to be able to find. — Edward Hirsch

Project a confident image through good body posture. — Cindy Ann Peterson

Knowing has two poles, and they are always poles apart: carnal knowing, the laying on of hands, the hanging of the fact by head or heels, the measurement of mass and motion, the calibration of brutal blows, the counting of supplies; and spiritual knowing, invisibly felt by the inside self, who is but a fought-over field of distraction, a stage where we recite the monotonous monologue that is our life, a knowing governed by internal tides, by intimations, motives, resolutions, by temptations, secrecy, shame, and pride. — William H Gass

But for failing love on our part, therefore is all our travail. — Julian Of Norwich

It's better this way anyways. I probably need to find someone to settle down with. It's about that time. Have the two point five kids, fake orgasms, and wallow in a stagnant career. — Rachel Robinson

Happiness is promoted by associations of persons with similar tastes and similar opinions. — Bertrand Russell

You know how it is - you start with one tiger, then you get another and another, then a few are born and a few die, and you start to lose track of details like exactly how many tigers you actually have. — The New Yorker

Lillian is humming to herself, stretched out on top of my bookcase like she doesn't mind the heat, and of course she doesn't. Even when she was alive, she could never seem to get warm. The tune she's humming is thin and tight with anxiety. It's the opposite of carefree. — Brenna Yovanoff

If man was devolving into a psychotic pit of rotted plasma, [Karl] Rove would be the Alpha of such grime. — Larisa Alexandrovna