Narvaez Flower Quotes & Sayings
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your Life is cover by only one word 'IS', everything else is Just Unnecessary Happening By Your Mind. — Sushil Singh

The Universe doesn't know the difference between a dime and a million. If you refuse the dime, the Universe thinks you don't want money, so you collapse your chances. — Stuart Wilde

Everything is better when we're together. Even when it's bad. — Rhiannon Frater

It matters not which partner is bringing negativity into conversations and exchanges. Toxicity has no place at all between people who have promised to love each other. — Cathy Burnham Martin

I have an only child. She's so independent and good with adults. — Tim Allen

When I visited Guantanamo Bay several years ago, I met a team of psychiatrists treating the detainees. When I asked how they distinguished between, say, schizophrenia or bipolarity and a bedrock religious commitment to holy war, they couldn't answer. — Monica Crowley

I'm not a crook. I've earned everything I've got. — Richard M. Nixon

In winter, when the fields are white, I sing this song for your delight - — Lewis Carroll

And it is always Easter Sunday at the New York City Ballet. It is always coming back to life. Not even coming back to life - it lives in the constant present. — John Guare

Sooner or later everyone was driven to love someone they could never have. — Lisa Kleypas

My husband and I didn't sign a pre-nuptial agreement. We signed a mutual suicide pact. — Roseanne Barr

And whenever they came back to his lips, these exquisite, funereal laments conjured up, in his mind, a place on the outskirts of a city, a mean and voiceless place where silently, in the distance, lines of men and women, wearied and bowed down by life, were disappearing into the twilight, while he himself, surfeited with bitterness and replete with disgust, felt himself alone, utterly alone, in the midst of a tearful Nature, overwhelmed by an inexpressible melancholy, by a relentless anguish, the mysterious intensity of which precluded all consolation, all pity, all repose. — Joris-Karl Huysmans