Limeade Quotes & Sayings

The limeade was very interesting. It didn't taste anything like limes. It tasted bright green and vaguely chemical. — Neil Gaiman

If you will not rise above the things of this world, they will rise above you. — Hazrat Inayat Khan

I will not let triggers, flashbacks,
nightmares control my emotions.
I will not let those tried
to destroy me win this war.
I have awakened and I will
find peace with myself. — Julie Jewels Smoot

The aim of development must be neither producerism not consumerism, but the satisfaction of fundamental human needs, which are not only needs of humanity ... — Manfred Max-Neef

Imagination consists in expelling from reality many incomplete persons, making use of the magical and subversive powers of desire, to obtain their return in the form of a completely satisfying presence. This, then, is the inextinguishable, uncreated reality. — Rene Char

I've got a lot to prove because of the criticism over my weight and moving back down a division. — Ricky Hatton

Pushy bottom--that's a bit of a stereotype."

"A Dom who isn't pushing--that's a bit of an oxymoron," Stunt challenged him. — Lyn Gala

For tea she went down to see Misses Spink and Forcible. She had three digestive biscuits, a glass of limeade, and a cup of weak tea. The limeade was very interesting. It didn't taste anything like limes. It tasted bright green and vaguely chemical. Coraline liked it enormously. She wished they had it at home.
"How are your dear mother and father?" asked Miss Spink.
"Missing," said Coraline. "I haven't seen either of them since yesterday. I'm on my own. I think I've probably become a single child family. — Neil Gaiman

True repentance begins with KNOWLEDGE of sin. It goes on to work SORROW for sin. It leads to CONFESSION of sin before God. It shows itself before a person by a thorough BREAKING OFF from sin. It results in producing a DEEP HATRED for all sin. — J.C. Ryle

Farther out beyond the reef, where the coral gives way to the true deep, at a certain time of day a tribe of flat silver fish gather in their thousands. To be there is to be surrounded by living shards of light. At a secret signal, all is chaos, a thousand mirrors shattering about him. Then the school speeds to sea and the boy is left in sedate water, a tug and pull of the body as comfortable as sitting in his father's outspread sarong being sung to sleep. — Nayomi Munaweera