Marizia Meriko Quotes & Sayings

If you feel comfortable, and you feel happy, and successful at your job, then that's success. You define that as success, then that's success. Success is not a general thing. It's a personal thing. It's a personal attribute. — Lupe Fiasco

At the cross, we see the worst that sin can do, as humanity - of which each one of us is a part - crucified the Lord. But at the cross, we also see that the most that sin can do cannot thwart God's salvation. — Timothy Keller

I think being able to really fall in love with someone is the craziest thing that could ever happen. You know, allowing yourself to really go there and really feel those things is extremely scary. — Zoey Deutch

They danced by the light of the moon. — Edward Lear

Rachel, you need to look at this one."

"I don't need to do anything."

"Okay, let me rephrase. I would like you to look at this one, then we can go back to the movie."

"Yeah, well I'd like - "

"And if you disagree, I'll keep pestering you until you do, and you'll have to fight me for the remote, and we both know my crane style beats your tiger style."

"I'm scrappy."

"I'm serious."

I rolled my eyes and grabbed the phone out of her hand. — Jilly Gagnon

Oh Bernard she sighed fervently I certinly love you madly you are to me like a Heathen god she cried looking at his manly form and handsome flashing face I will indeed marry you. — Daisy Ashford

Time is under your feet! — Nick Farrow

There's one way to do showbiz, if you want to do it perfectly, you have to be disciplined and you have to be ready to work really hard. — Celine Dion

Instruction, and advice, and commands will profit little, unless they are backed up by the pattern of your own life. Your children will never believe you are in earnest, and really wish them to obey you, so long as your actions contradict your counsel ... Think not your children will practise what they do not see you do. You are their model picture, and they will copy what you are ... will seldom learn habits which they see you despise, or walk in paths in which you do not walk yourself. — J.C. Ryle

She threw her arms around him and kissed his bristly face. He kissed her back, inhibited somewhat by being unable to stop grinning. "I must stink," he said between kisses. "I haven't changed my clothes for a week." "You smell like a cheese factory," she said. "I love it." She pulled him into her bedroom and started to take his clothes off. "I'll take a quick shower," he said. "No," she said. She pushed him back on the bed. "I'm in too much of a hurry." Her longing for him was frantic. And the truth was that she relished the strong smell. It should have repelled her, but it had the opposite effect. It was him, the man she had thought might be dead, and he was filling her nostrils and her lungs. She could have wept with joy. — Ken Follett