Lucia Of Fatima Quotes & Sayings

I suppose we all need moments that never happen. A moment to fall in love. A moment to feel alive. We have to make moments....We cant wait for them. — Sarah Dalton

Oh, and you must not forget the Kris Kringle. The child must believe in him until she reaches the age of six."
" I KNOW there is not Santa Claus."
"Yet you must teach the child that these things are so."
"Why? When I, myself, do not believe?"
"Because ... the child must have a valuable things which is called imagination. The child must have a secret world in which [to] live things that never were. It is necessary that she BELIEVE. She must start out believing in things not of this world. Then when the world becomes too ugly for living in, the child can reach back and live in her imagination. — Betty Smith

Serving humanity is not beneath spiritual pursuit — Sunday Adelaja

I don't like to hear woman argue ... it makes my balls itch. — Kevin Hart

If I feel in need of sleep, I just open a book or turn on the television. Both are better than any sleeping pill. — Ethel Merman

It may be you fear more to deliver judgment upon me than I fear judgment. — Giordano Bruno

I obey. He tosses my jeans aside and settles between my legs and grabs hold of my wrists again. With his other hand, he lubes up his dick, then guides it to the place that aches for him. "Fucking fuck me," I beg. Humor dances in his eyes. "I'm not going to fuck you." Now I'm groaning again. Goddamn it. If he plans on torturing me again, I really will lose my mind - "I'm going to make love to you," he finishes. My breath hitches. Smiling, Wes drops his mouth to mine. Our lips lock at the same moment he slowly slides inside me. The burn of pleasure makes me gasp but he swallows the sound with a soft, sweet kiss that matches the soft, sweet strokes of his cock. He fills me. Completes me. My dick is an iron spike against my belly, and I struggle against the tight band of his fingers around my wrists. — Sarina Bowen

I'm very strange, I'm not going to lie. — Kat Graham

What's your name?
Um ...
Think about it. You don't get to pick again.
Tris. — Veronica Roth