Razor Strap For Sale Quotes & Sayings

It seems to me that everything is on its way to becoming something else, giving itself up in the service of another. In — Ayana Mathis

Our hearts are lamps for ever burning ... — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

And those noises - " He rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and she gasped. "K-keep doing that, sweetheart, and I'm going to make this so worth your while. — Ruthie Knox

Well, it was one of my most gratifying experiences because I could devote my knowledge and my talent for the good for the City of Washington, and all the Federal projects where the Fine Arts Commission had jurisdiction, and it was a tremendous experience. — Felix De Weldon

The philosopher's soul dwells in his head, the poet's soul is in his heart; the singer's soul lingers about his throat, but the soul of the dancer abides in all her body. — Kahlil Gibran

Better still, I pay you. And I pay you very well, which is the only real form of flattery in this whorish world. — Carlos Ruiz Zafon

I often think we do not take this business of photography in a sufficiently serious spirit. Issuing a photograph is like marriage: you can only undo the mischief with infinite woe ... — H.G.Wells

To be abandoned like that! Shut out when you most need to be loved. — John Green

I knew that discrimination existed, even though there were many individuals who were not prejudiced. — Joseph Stiglitz

Remember that you have a choice in what you see. If you choose to see a person's darkness, you strengthen your darkness within. If you choose to see their light, you shine from the inside out. — Gabrielle Bernstein

Faith is belief in the unseen. If you have any kind of faith, you already believe in the unseen. — Heather Graham

I revise like crazy. I start revising before the pen hits the paper. — John Dufresne

Do you smoke?
Well, yes, I must admit I smoke.
I'm glad to hear of it. A man should always have an occupation of some kind. — Oscar Wilde

The immediate success of the war poem anthologies ... proved that the war had aroused in a new public an ear for contemporary verse ... There has never before, in the world's history, been an epoch which has tolerated and even welcomed such a flood of verse as has been poured forth over Great Britain during the last three years. — Edmund Gosse