Niecos Salon Quotes & Sayings

If life were fair, Carmel would turn around and look into his eyes, see that he's her willing slave, and be grateful. She'd lift him up and he wouldn't be a slave anymore, he'd just be Thomas, and they'd be glad to have each other. But life isn't fair. She'll probably end up with Will, or some other jock, and Thomas will suffer quietly. — Kendare Blake

If we're open to it, God can use even the smallest thing to change our lives ... to change us. It might be a laughing child, car brakes that need fixing, a sale on pot roast, a cloudless sky, a trip to the woods to cut down a Christmas tree, a school teacher, a Dunhill Billiard pipe ... or even a pair of shoes.
Some people will never believe. They may feel that such things are too trivial, too simple, or too insignificant to forever change a life. But I believe.
And I always will. — Donna VanLiere

As I go about my work as Premier, I know I stand on the shoulders of giants. — Anna Bligh

But by the end of two years, most have either changed careers or moved to suburban schools - a consequence of low pay, a lack of support from the educational bureaucracy, and a pervasive feeling of isolation. — Barack Obama

You came into my life when I was alone, with not another person to call my own. You mended the broken shreds of my heart. — Lynette Ferreira

I will see every one of you in detention, first thing after school on Friday, — James Patterson

The way you see me is the way I am. — Anushka Sharma

Have you seen that magazine Barely Legal? That means when you look at it, you're almost a pedophile. — Dave Attell

The Second World War wasn't bad provided you were with nice people. — Evelyn Waugh

Quantcast combines powerful web analytics with easy-to-read charts and data. — Matt Mullenweg

Life is a chess play. You have to learn the rules of the game to win the scores rights. — Auliq Ice

Perceptions are always profound, associations deceiving. No watermelon tastes red. Apropos: while waiting for a bus once, I saw open down the arm of a midfat, midlife, freckled woman, suitcase tugging at her hand like a small boy needing to pee, a deep blue crack as wide as any in a Roquefort. Split like paper tearing. She said nothing. Stood. Blue bubbled up in the opening like tar. One thing is certain: a cool flute blue tastes like deep well water drunk from a cup. — William H Gass

I mean some doctor told me I had six months to live and I went to their funeral. — Keith Richards