Prostates Quotes & Sayings

Real love should draw no blood from the loved and buckets from the lover. — Emily Maguire

perfect Christian characters, seeking by diligent study and earnest prayer to gain the training essential for acceptable service in the cause of God. — Ellen G. White

Understand is not the word; you are right, you can never really 'understand' about someone, anyone, even yourself. It is best to believe in them as human; feel that they are alive like you and need warmth, concern. — Rudy Wiebe

You can't not be happy around penguins. You're unfortunately happy and cold but the happiness makes up for the coldness. — Carla Gugino

You deserve to take up space. — Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

I'll continue to try and balance like a circus act. And I will just fight to always tell the truth. Even if it's difficult. — Katy Perry

It was while I was studying philosophy that I came to understand ... that it is no sign of moral or spiritual strength to believe that for which one has no evidence, neither a priori evidence as in math, nor a posteriori evidence as in science ... It's a violation almost immoral in its transgressiveness to shirk the responsibilities of rationality. — Rebecca Goldstein

Thanks for that by the way, not bad for a fucking Fairy - " I laughed - "get it? Fucking Fairy?" I snorted and closed my eyes.
"I get it," he growled, — Amelia Hutchins

Dancing heals distress. — Lailah Gifty Akita

My hope is that I hit it big with something, and then I'll have enough of a cushion to carve out time to write a book. That would be my passion project. — Rob Thomas

The body, enervated by the excesses of the preceding day, weighs down and prostates the mind also. — Horace

It was a wonderful night, such a night as is only possible when we are young, dear reader. — Fyodor Dostoyevsky

The want of parsimony, in time of peace, imposes the necessity of contracting debt in time of war. When — Adam Smith

At that moment I was sure. That I belonged in my skin. That my organs were mine and my eyes were mine and my ears, which could only hear the silence of this night and my faint breathing, were mine, and I loved them and what they could do. — Dave Eggers

He is just a running boy, a half-seen figure from the streets, but the way running reveals some clue to being, the way a runner bares himself to consciousness, this is how the dark-skinned kid seems to open to the world, how the bloodrush of a dozen strides brings him into eloquence. — Don DeLillo