Magnified Sunglasses Quotes & Sayings

The little smiling cottage! where at eve
He meets his rosy children at the door,
Prattling their welcomes, and his honest wife,
With good brown cake and bacon slice, intent
To cheer his hunger after labor hard. — Edward Dyer

Beauty is what attracts men naturally, but really I think we dress for other women, not necessarily for men. We torture ourselves every single day, and I wish that we wouldn't because we should all just get along, really. — Odette Annable

Truly it has been said that there is nothing new under the sun,
for knowledge is revealed and is submerged again, even as a nation rises and falls.
Here is a system, tested throughout the ages, but lost again and again by ignorance or prejudice,
in the same way that great nations have risen and fallen
and been lost to history beneath the desert sands and in the ocean depths. — Paracelsus

There is not a fragment in all nature, for every relative fragment of one thing is a full harmonious unit in itself. — John Muir

If you do not have the courage & conviction to talk about yourself..
Who on Earth will ever listen to you or ever talk about you..NO ONE! Confidence has nothing to do with HUMILITY,it is pure CONVICTION! — Abha Maryada Banerjee

If the Danes come," he spoke to Wulfhere, "you must let me fight."
"You don't know how to fight."
"Then you must teach me." He slid Serpent-Breath back into the scabbard. "Wessex needs a king who can fight," he said, "instead of pray. — Bernard Cornwell

So beautiful, I forgot how to breathe. — Nancy Gideon

Everything is nothing by itself. — Chuck Palahniuk

Jorgen was too good and kind, and he had seen too many tragic things in his life, for her to hurt him and break his heart. He should not love her. She should shun him, reject him now, before his heart was engaged. But glancing up at him, she knew that her heart was in just as much danger. Oh, dear saints in heaven. It seemed just as likely that she was in love with him. — Melanie Dickerson

Death! It is rest to the aged, it is oblivion to the atheist, it is immortality to the poet! — Ouida