Postles Aylsham Quotes & Sayings

Of course he'll hurt you again, and again, and again. That's what relationships are all about. You hurt and forgive and fight to make it easier when it happens again in the future. A relationship is only strong when you're facing obstacles. Coming out of it together, even if you're not in one piece, is everything. — R.J. Lewis

Joy and grief are never far apart. In the same street the shutters of one house are closed, while the curtains of the next are brushed by shadow of the dance. A wedding-party returns from church, and a funeral winds to its door. The smiles and the sadness of life are the tragi-comedy of Shakespeare. Gladness and sighs brighten and dim the mirror he beholds. — Robert Aris Willmott

We're both making noises similar to the soundtrack of a porno - they're coming from me because I'm finally touching his ridiculously huge dick again; and I assume it probably feels good for Alex, too. — Helena Hunting

Govern wisely, and as little as possible — Sam Houston

If Lincoln's primary goal in the War was not the abolition of slavery but simply to preserve the Union, the question arises: Why did the Union need preserving? Or, more pointedly, why did the Southern states want to secede? — G. Edward Griffin

I don't think we will ever go the way of Zimbabwe, but people are concerned. — Helen Suzman

Making love to your wife is like shooting at sitting ducks. — Groucho Marx

We read on the foreheads of those who are surrounded by a foolish luxury, that fortune sells what she is thought to give. — Jean De La Fontaine

Just seconds of knowing and remembering. When people get weepy at movies, it's because in that dark theater the golden pool of magic is touched, just briefly. — Robert McCammon

The beginning as well as the end of all his thoughts was hatred of human law, that hatred which, if it be not checked in its growth by some providential event, becomes, in a certain time, hatred of society, then hatred of the human race, and then hatred of creation, and reveals itself by a vague and incessant desire to injure some living being, it matters not who. — Victor Hugo