Poi Spinning Quotes & Sayings

Later I wake and he's asleep and I move over him gently to kiss across his chest and listen to his slow heartbeat, and I want to stay there, listening to his heart. I feel strange. I can't remember ever feeling like this. I think I'm sort of happy. — Sally Green

I cannot imagine a more perfect hell than being trapped inside my own mind. — Beth Revis

He'd known that, of course, but he'd not really let the thought sink in, too distracted by Carrie's perky breasts. — Audrey Alexander

What do I miss? Second-hand bookshops where I can find things I had no idea I wanted. AbeBooks helps, but it doesn't have that smell. — David Mitchell

Be these people either Conservatives or Socialists, Yellows or Reds, the most important thing is - and that is the point I want to stress - that all of them are right in the plain and moral sense of the word. — Karel Capek

When something is too beautiful or too terrible or even too funny for words, then it is time for poetry. — Eve Merriam

you could be dead tomorrow. Do something. And — Krista D. Ball

Do not be sidetracked. A good referee will have many ways to distract an expedition, many things to draw attention, but ignore them if at all possible. — Gary Gygax

Mischeif, I can't say before you my life was empty because you have always been in my life. There is no before you, there is no after you, there is only you. I am a better man because of you , and you are my light. I told you once all darkness needs is a little of the right kinda light, an I was right - because even in my darkest times you were there and you changed me. Marry me, because without you my life isn't woth living. Be my light Mischief, forever? — Bec Botefuhr

Pinochet and Barack Obama both have the same primary goal, and that's to be president and stay president as long as allowed. — Viggo Mortensen

We don't need giant personalities to transform companies. We need leaders who build not their own egos but the institutions they run. — Susan Cain

The faint light all about, quivering and sourceless, refracted in the rain of drifting soot. — Cormac McCarthy