Labveligais Tips Jaunekla Sirds Quotes & Sayings

Behold your nakedness as a precious stone, which not every miner is able to dig it out. — Gloria D. Gonsalves

When we are not connected with our emotions, we are not connected to ourselves. — David W. Earle

We'll let the sunshine in and shine on us, because today we're happy and tomorrow we'll be even happier. — Dan Quayle

Gabriel.' I'm so close to him our lips are almost touching, and then I move closer so our lips are touching as I say his name again. It's like a kiss but it's not really a kiss. And it's nice and I want more. I move my lips without saying his name, still barely touching, then closer, caressing his lips with mine. And he kisses me. — Sally Green

My mom was a diabetic. Her sister was a diabetic, so I was already a candidate. — Angie Stone

Going home means getting comfortable being who you are and who your soul really wants to be. There is no strain with that. The strain and tension come when we're not being who our soul wants to be and we're someplace where our soul doesn't feel at home. — Melody Beattie

Brightly woven, Diar,' Aileron said. And then dazzled them all with the warmth of his smile. — Guy Gavriel Kay

My dad actually makes the best cookies. My mum is great baker, too, but doesn't share them - it's tantalising! Luckily for me though, my dad shares his! — Blake Lively

Mom! This is Haruhi! We'll adopt her someday so don't forget!

~Hikaru and Kaoru — Bisco Hatori

Outside I saw her sitting in the wheelchair, hands folded on her lap, and I knew I was living the moment that says nothing, that will allow nothing said of consequence. — Gerard Donovan

He lay with a pack of panting dogs on a hill overlooking plains where antelope grazed. He marched with ants, and labored in the rigors of the nest, filing eggs. He danced the mating dance of the bower bird, and slept on a warm rock with his lizard kin. He was a cloud. He was the shadow of a cloud. He was the moon that cast the shadow of a cloud. He was a blind fish; he was a shoal; he was a whale; he was the sea. He was the lord of all he surveyed. He was a worm in the dung of a kite. He did not grieve, knowing his life was a day long, or an hour. He did not wonder who made him. He did not wish to be other. He did not pray. He did not hope. He only was, and was, and was, and that was the joy of it. — Clive Barker