Pralaya Chords Quotes & Sayings

His hold is tight, our fingers are laced, and he's occasionally rubbing circles on the top of my hand with his thumb. These small gestures definitely make handholding seem more like an art. — Kim Karr

The midlife crisis you're having at 30 is indulgent, but the midlife crisis you have at 45 is to an extent thrust upon you. — Moby

Not only is the Napoleonic dream stronger today in our imaginations than it has ever been, but one can already feel the slow falling away of moral opprobrium from our memory of Hitler. In another fifty years we may well find ourselves weighed down by a second monstrous dream of pure grandeur to match that of the Emperor. Two men who dared. Two men who were adored. Two men who led with brilliance. Two men who administered fairly and efficiently. Two men who were modest in their own needs but surrounded by lesser beings who profited from their situation and came between the Hero and the people. — John Ralston Saul

You're on Facebook, and these people seem to have endless lives. I don't have time to live my life, let alone tell you what I'm doing, or post a photo. — Lewis Black

I've always got on with lads, more than I have with girls. — Agyness Deyn

After a certain point you quit trying to prove yourself to anyone and you simply live in the way that makes you happy. — Alan Cohen

Having struggled with food issues and eating disorders myself, particularly when I was younger, I've long been interested in using it within my books. — Jane Green

In soft deluding lies let fools delight. A shadow marks our days, which end in Night. — Hilaire Belloc

The unions still have a job to do, representing their members' interests to governments and parliaments. And I think collective agreements still have a role, alongside markets and laws. — Jacques Delors

Don't grow up...It's a trap. — Jettie

Treaties you see are like girls and roses; they last while they last. — Charles De Gaulle

When Sterling's eyesight did finally fail him completely, we were
up in years, content to sit in our garden and reflect on what a
wondrous and exciting life we'd led. He did not see my hair fade into
silver. For him it was always a vibrant red. I watched him age
gracefully and with dignity. He leaned on me much more than he
did his walking stick, which was how it should be, because when I
needed him most, he was always there for me. Each day I thought I
could love him no more than I already did - and the following
morning I was always proven wrong, for I awoke loving him just a
little bit more. — Lorraine Heath