Prathamesh Parab Quotes & Sayings

Oh, fuck. He loved Mischa? Since fucking when did he fall in love on twenty-four hour's notice? His heart shrugged, his dick applauded and his brain shriveled up and ran for a darker corner. That made his choice all the clearer, didn't it — Lee Brazil

We explain justification simply as the acceptance with which God receives us into his favor as righteous men. And we say that it consists in the remission of sins and the imputation of Christ's righteousness. — John Calvin

Having the right perspective is tough when you're alone. Surround yourself with people who will help you see things you cannot readily see. — Clifton Anderson

fast, you will get sick," Rebekah — Elanor Miller

Scent of old books a mystery; a secret port of the dreamers. — China Cancio

I don't feel like getting laughed at. I'm getting in the shower and going to bed."
She grabs my arm. "What do you mean laughed at? Why would I laugh?"
Aside from the fact that she's already laughed twice in this conversation? I raise a skeptical brow but sit back down. After a deep breath, I blurt, "Because that's what you do every time I try to talk to you."
She blinks. "Since when do you ever try to talk to me?" she says quietly.
Huh. She has a good point. When she puts it like that, it doesn't really sound fair of me. I open and shut my mouth a couple times. What, am I supposed to say, "Since I was four"? After all, she's the reason I don't talk to her, right? — Anna Banks

My love runs deep,
strong and pure.
If only it was your love,
instead of this disease.
I could die knowing,
there was no cure. — Melissa Mercer

For there is no doubt that the most radical division that it is possible to make of humanity is that which splits it into two classes of creatures: those who make great demands on themselves, piling up difficulties and duties; and those who demand nothing special of themselves, but for whom to live is to be every moment what they already are, without imposing on themselves any effort towards perfection; mere buoys that float on the waves. — Jose Ortega Y Gasset

Night on the way here, and he has twice the brains of my father. — Eloisa James