Low Deep Plunge Quotes & Sayings

I can remember every outfit I wore to every party going back to 1983. — James St. James

No love is greater than that of a father for His son. — Dan Brown

Well," Claire said, "at least we have tacos. Everything goes better with tacos. — Rachel Caine

Of all the races in Africa there cannot be one better to live among than the most difficult, the proudest, the bravest, the vainest, the most merciless, the friendliest, the somalis" Gerald Hanley Irish Writter and soldier in Brittish Army. — Gerald Hanley

You want me?" I repeated, my bewilderment not abating, but growing.
"I've never wanted anything more. — Nicole Williams

If you give your life as a wholehearted response to love, then love will wholeheartedly respond to you. — Marianne Williamson

Our bodies are garbage heaps: we collect experience, and from the decomposition of the thrown-out eggshells, spinach leaves, coffee grinds, and old steak bones out of our minds, come nitrogen, heat, and very fertile soil. Out of this fertile soil bloom our poems and stories. But this does not come all at once. It takes time. Continue to turn over and over the organic details of your life until some of them fall through the garbage of discursive thoughts to the solid ground of black soil. — Natalie Goldberg

Do not go on His errands till first you have sat at His feet. — Charles Spurgeon

Understand that you don't know it all. You don't know anything yet. What you've been taught is great, but always go with common sense. And don't marry your first love. — Gabriel Iglesias

I care a lot about what my girlfriend thinks, and my friends, but ultimately it's me in the mirror. I just want to be proud of what I do. — Rachel Maddow

None but ourselves will put the concrete on our road to success. — T.A

Speed is simply the rite that initiates us into
emptiness: a nostalgic desire for forms to revert to immobility, concealed beneath the very intensification of their mobility. Akin to the nostalgia for living forms that haunts geometry. — Jean Baudrillard

Jacob remained by Mollie's side throughout the night, clinging to her hand as well as to her vow. She wasn't going to leave him. She'd given her word, and Mollie never broke a promise. He prayed. He tended the cuts she'd suffered from the blackberry brambles when she'd fallen. The vines had grown entangled within a cedar's branches, and as best he could tell, she'd climbed the tree in order to reach the ripe berries that other pickers had left behind. Unfortunately, the limb she'd shimmied out on had been weak and had broken beneath her weight. "You know, this tree climbing and dropping through busted church floors is going to have to stop after we're married. My heart won't be able to take the stress." He smiled and ran the back of his finger down the smooth line of her cheek. "Not that I expect any dictate I give you to have much effect. My only hope is that you'll grow to care enough about me that you'll take pity on me and cease taking unnecessary risks with your life. — Karen Witemeyer