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Lxxiii Roman Quotes & Sayings

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I want a Sunday kind of love
A love to last past Saturday night
And I'd like to know it's more than love at first sight — Etta James

It's best make changes little by little, the same as you'd put clothes upon a growing child. — Lady Gregory

Sometimes life is like that, you know. It smacks
us when we're down. The brave get back up. At least, they do in the
books. — Shannon Lee Alexander

Wow, colorful. I think the kid's head plowed into me. He came at me like a mortar. Pow! Skull meets tits. Tits lose. — J.D. Robb

Bernadette and her enthusiasm were like a hippo and water: get between them and you'll be trampled to death. — Maria Semple

What I'm trying to say, Brooke Overland, is that I want to be your nanny."
That's seriously the most romantic thing I've ever heard in my life. — C.M. Stunich

It's like the P-38 is an old skeleton key I'm trying to fit into an old padlock and when I make that connection I'll hear a click and a door will open and I'll walk through and be saved. — Matthew Quick

The industrial towns were far away, a smudge of smoke and misery hidden by the curve of the earth's surface. Down here it was still the England I had known in my childhood: the railway-cuttings smothered in wild flowers, the deep meadows where the great shining horses browse and meditate, the slow-moving streams bordered by willows, the green bosoms of the elms, the larkspurs in the cottage gardens; and then the huge peaceful wilderness of outer London, the barges on the miry river, the familiar streets, the posters telling of cricket matches and Royal weddings, the men in bowler hats, the pigeons in Trafalgar Square, the red buses, the blue policemen - all sleeping the deep, deep sleep of England, from which I sometimes fear that we shall never wake till we are jerked out of it by the roar of bombs. — George Orwell