Minceur Forever Quotes & Sayings

I am so glad my wife tolerates me. And we have three wonderful sons. — Donald Sutherland

If you do not cut the moorings, God will have to break them by a storm and send you out. — Oswald Chambers

My care is for myself; Myself am whole and sole reality. — Robert Browning

His velvet brush dips deep and lingers there in the warm inkwell of her endless desire. The ink of passion flows for him tonight, so he may show her how it feels for his muse to be so truly needed by an ardent lover.

His hunger to write poems of love's power upon the warm supple parchment of her skin, secret words that only she can comprehend until his brush runs dry and he returns to dip again in ink made by the gods for calligraphy of wanton desire. — Brianna Hughes

It comforts me to think that if we are created beings the thing that created us would have to be greater than us, so much greater, in fact, that we would not be able to understand it. It would have to be greater than the facts of our reality and so it would seem to us, looking out from within our reality that it would contradict reason. But reason itself would suggest it would have to be greater than reality or it would not be reasonable. — Donald Miller

I believe in the battle-whether it's the battle of a campaign or the battle of this office, which is a continuing battle. — Richard M. Nixon

The pursuit of your vision determines your focus — Sunday Adelaja

I really like worship music. It settles my soul. Gets me back on track. The lyrics are almost like a prayer, so it's my go-to. — Jodi Benson

Seriously, I think he just made me ovulate on command. — Megan Squires

He laced his fingers through mine and lifted my hand to his lips. I had gloves on, but he kissed exactly where I wore his ring.
"Why are you so sweet?" I asked, my voice small. My heart beat rapidly, and every star peeping through the clouds seemed to be shining just for me.
"I don't think I'm that sweet. I mean, I just told you to be quiet. That's one step away from asking you to wash my laundry and make me a sandwich."
"You know what I mean."
Seth pressed another kiss to my forehead. "I'm sweet because you make it easy to be sweet. — Richelle Mead

Justice is to social justice like a chair to an electric chair. — Janusz Korwin-Mikke

Satire is a kind of poetry in which human vices are reprehended. — John Dryden