Manifestors In Relationship Quotes & Sayings

Fill your house with stacks of books, in all the crannies and all the nooks. — Dr. Seuss

The being who, for most men, is the source of the most lively, and even, be it said, to the shame of philosophical delights, the most lasting joys; the being towards or for whom all their efforts tend for whom and by whom fortunes are made and lost; for whom, but especially by whom, artists and poets compose their most delicate jewels; from whom flow the most enervating pleasures and the most enriching sufferings - woman, in a word, is not, for the artist in general ... only the female of the human species. She is rather a divinity, a star. — Charles Baudelaire

We've been around for almost three decades now - there's about three generations of Bon Jovi fans. — Richie Sambora

And I'm here to tell you that, as long as you keep your eyes shut, it's really not that bad. — David Sedaris

Love boldly.
Love boundlessly.
Love benevolently.
Love blessedly. — Matshona Dhliwayo

What is the sign of a friend? Is it that he tells you his secret sorrows? No, it is that he tells you his secret joys. Many people will confide their secret sorrows to you, but the final mark of intimacy is when they share their secret joys with you. — Oswald Chambers

A new tracker?" Boyd asked, blinking.
"An anklet," Carhart replied. "It will be more discreet."
Boyd stared at him. "More discreet? On a man?"
"Are you planning to wear a dress and high heels?" Carhart replied with an arched eyebrow. — Santino Hassell

He has a roar like a lion," some cat commented from behind Jayfeather. "Then I'll call him Lion's Roar," Shy Fawn murmured proudly. No, Jayfeather thought. This is Lionblaze. Welcome, brother. — Erin Hunter

I ordinarily smoke fifteen cigars during my five hours' labours, and if my interest reaches the enthusiastic point, I smoke more. I smoke with all my might, and allow no intervals. — Mark Twain

Two hours ago I took a break from writing this to take a walk before the sun went down. I had an urge to play Willie Nelson's "Crazy" on the Red Hot Country CD before going out, but didn't. When I turned the bend on 49th Terrace, my usual walk, Crazy sung by Patsy Cline was pouring, I mean POURING, out the windows of a house. I leaned back against a fence across the street and watched the house lift off. An operatic, cinematic moment, everything locked into a single frame that gets you high. Like You I'm Trapped. — Chris Kraus

Sweetest baby ever," my mother said with a sigh.
"You mean second sweetest, right?" I corrected. — Richelle Mead