Persahabatan Quotes & Sayings

Sacred joy exists in any suffering. — Lailah Gifty Akita

The person who lets them get you down, any kind of problem, is the person that fades out. So you've got to be strong enough; you don't like it, but you've got to be strong enough to accept what's going on and that you're going to fight it or whatever it takes to overcome this matter. That's the way I feel. — Tom Benson

Is there anyone's life story you don't want to know?"
"Not really." His expression was unexpectedly serious. "Because people make a story of their lives.
Gains, losses, tragedy and triumph - you can tell a lot about someone simply by what they put into each
category. You can learn a lot about what you put into each category by your reaction to them. They
teach you about yourself without ever intending to do it - and they teach you a lot about life. — Michelle Sagara West

Get us into Azmodea. (Jericho)
Why in the name of smelly feet would you want to go there again?! (Asmodeus) — Sherrilyn Kenyon

Ninety-nine percent of who you are is invisible and untouchable. — Rhonda Byrne

Employee ideas illustrate the profound understanding of a company's capabilities and customers that only people working on the front-lines can possess. — Alan G. Robinson

She was a soul-sucking vampire and I was a sixteen-year-old cheerleader, but I was damned if she was going to suck the life out of all my friends. High school was hard enough. — Marlene Perez

Unable to resist any longer, he buried his fingers in the hair at the base of her neck and angled her face upward. He leaned forward and dropped soft little kisses onto her lips, starting at the corner and working his way across until she began to stir. Her lashes flittered. "Gid - ?" He smothered her question with his kiss. No longer playful, he took her mouth fully, holding nothing back. She was no longer Adelaide Proctor, governess. She was Adelaide Westcott, wife. His wife. It didn't take long for her to recover from her surprise. She clasped his shoulder for support and stretched toward him. His pulse surged, and when she finally pulled away, he refused to let her separate from him completely. He rested his forehead against hers and listened to their ragged breaths echoing in the quiet morning. "Feeling better today, are we?" Adelaide asked as she lowered her head back down to her pillow, her face a becoming shade of pink. Gideon grinned. "A little. — Karen Witemeyer

I took a closer look. Jesus had piercing blue eyes, dark hair that hung in a flawless mess, his body was emaciated and taut, his hands and feet dripped with blood, and nothing but a gauzy loincloth hid what looked like a nice package underneath.
"Sexy," I said. "He looks like a rock star. — Tiffanie DeBartolo