Meletharb Quotes & Sayings

You've just got to do the best that you can. — Drew Barrymore

Guess the honeymoon is over!" Denise muttered once we are outside. "Next I suppose I'll be sleeping in the wet spot.. — Jeaniene Frost

only good friends know what is inside your heart. sometimes a good friend becomes your lover. please do not hesitate to tell him/her that you love him/her. it is good to have that friend itself as your partner because he/ she knows all about you. — Joseph Mathew

I am a bad, wicked man, but I am practicing moral self-purification; I don't eat meat any more, I now eat rice cutlets. — Vladimir Lenin

Jake's Shoshone black hair had grown long enough that he wore it tied off with leather, once more. — Terri Farley

Love seeks nothing other than its own expression. Love never changes. It doesn't need explanation. It is the space between two people that makes them yearn for someone who becomes God. — Vatsal Surti

Whatever a monk keeps pursuing with his thinking and pondering, that becomes the inclination of his awareness. — Gautama Buddha

Sometimes you can have a whole lifetime in a day and never notice that this is a beautiful as it gets. — Robin Williams

The thing about sex is not that you're naked physically, but if you do it right, that you're naked emotionally. — Joy Browne

I grew up in a mobile home, but it wasn't like white trash - it was a beautiful mobile home park, I had a loving mother, there were kids everywhere, there was a playground in the center, I just grew up in poverty. — Taryn Manning

Go play golf. Go to the golf course. Hit the ball. Find the ball. Repeat until the ball is in the hole. Have fun. The end. — Chuck Hogan

Those who forgets their friends to follow those of a higher status are truly snobs. — William Makepeace Thackeray

Oh! my dearest love, why are our pleasures so short and so interrupted? How long is this to last?
Know you, my best Mary, that I feel myself, in your absence, almost degraded to the level of the vulgar and impure. I feel their vacant, stiff eyeballs fixed upon me, until I seem to have been infected with their loathsome meaning
to inhale a sickness that subdues me to languor. Oh! those redeeming eyes of Mary, that they might beam upon me before I sleep! Praise my forbearance
oh! beloved one
that I do not rashly fly to you, and at least secure a moment's bliss. Wherefore should I delay; do you not long to meet me? All that is exalted and buoyant in my nature urges me towards you, reproaches me with the cold delay, laughs at all fear and spurns to dream of prudence. Why am I not with you? — Michael Kelahan