Sarah Mae Ives Quotes & Sayings

This new guy had shoulder-length, darkish hair and a face so perfectly handsome he could've been a movie star. — Joanna Wylde

Whenever a warrior decides to do something, he must go all the way, but he must take responsibility for what he does. No matter what he does, he must know first why he is doing it, and then he must proceed with his actions without having doubts or remorse about them. — Carlos Castaneda

I don't want to make money; I want to make a difference. — Lady Gaga

I focused, rather embarrassingly, on his chest which was rising and falling slowly.
I left teeth marks! — Kyra Lennon

You never really got to know people properly until you had seen them within the ambiance of their own home. Seen their furniture and their books and the manner of their lifestyle. — Rosamunde Pilcher

When I made '101 Reykjavik,' people talked about 'Almodovar on ice.' When I made 'The Sea,' people referenced Bergman. — Baltasar Kormakur

The good guy only gets the girl in a soppy way. — James D'arcy

President Reagan's one-liners were terrific. — Geraldine Ferraro

Nothing in this world is useless in the eyes of God. — Paulo Coelho

I was moving around with my imperfect, broken pieces until you came across and stitched my flaws with your words. — Jasleen Kaur Gumber

Let us always remember that he does not really believe his own opinion, who dares not give free scope to his opponent. — Wendell Phillips

The more you focus, the more that focus becomes a habit. — Charles Duhigg

Pour vivre heureux, vivons cache. To live happily, live hidden. — Bill Dedman

The evening's light, silvery, casts its dull brightness onto the trees--trees gelid in this blue light of winter. But whiteness dominates with the pines and evergreens steeped in vibrant grades of silver. I hear notes in the mist, like silvery chattering, coins in a pocket, the jangle of keys. Pg 217 — S.K. Kalsi

But I did not yet know, at that time, how tender the earth can be for those who have only her and how many graves in her giving, for the living.
First Love — Samuel Beckett