Php Json_encode Force Quotes & Sayings

Where are you? Touch me.
I slip my hand into his, and for a moment he just stands there, looking down at where I am, then he closes his eyes and laces strong fingers with mine. I hear exactly what he's not saying in them: You better bring your ass back to me, woman.
I reply with mine, Always.
He laughs softly then somehow finds my face and kisses me, light and fast, and I taste him on my lips, need him again, hard and fast and soon. — Karen Marie Moning

Do you think it is only a little thing to possess a house from which lovely things can be seen? — Saint Teresa Of Avila

You read the past in some old faces. — William Makepeace Thackeray

Neurosurgery seemed to present the most challenging and direct confrontation with meaning, identity, and death. — Paul Kalanithi

That type of analysis could include data from training staffs and coaching staffs, performance data, and medical data. — Benjamin C. Alamar

In a large successful company where your power base as CEO isn't all that secure, it's hard for a CEO to pursue a truly disruptive strategy. — Clayton Christensen

I'd really like to work with Johnny Depp: he seems like a really cool guy; he can do a lot of different things. — Kodi Smit-McPhee

If different systems don't merge in a comprehensible way, that's a flaw in our comprehension and not a flaw in one system or the other. — Marilynne Robinson

All of the village was of a piece, a time, and a style; it was as though the people needed the ugliness of the village, and fed on it. The houses and the stores seemed to have been set up in contemptuous haste to provide shelter for the drab and the unpleasant, and the Rochester house and the Blackwood house and even the town hall had been brought here perhaps accidentally from some far lovely country where people lived with grace. Perhaps the fine houses had been captured - perhaps as punishment for the Rochesters and the Blackwoods and their secret bad hearts? - and were held prisoner in the village; perhaps their slow rot was a sign of the ugliness of the villagers. — Shirley Jackson