Serkalem Demissie Quotes & Sayings

I will be good to you, Myst. I will protect you. You are mine. — Kresley Cole

Love is not a profession
genteel or otherwise
sex is not dentistry
the slick filling of aches and cavities
you are not my doctor
you are not my cure,
nobody has that
power, you are merely a fellow/traveler. — Margaret Atwood

Sex is the poor man's polo. — Clifford Odets

I suppose that it doesn't matter whether a song is written or sung by a man or a woman. If the sentiment is there, it captures the audience. — Emmy Rossum

Forget about shortcuts. Instead, enjoy the wonders of your path. — Paulo Coelho

The lover's discourse was of an extreme solitude. The solitude was extreme because it wasn't physical. It was extreme because you felt it while in the company of the person you loved. It was extreme because it was in your head, the most solitary of places. — Jeffrey Eugenides

Really, nobody was there?" I asked.
"Well, nobody important," he said, putting his glasses back on and blinking. — Daniel Amory

Yet gold all is not, that doth gold seem,
Nor all good knights, that shake well spear and shield:
The worth of all men by their end esteem,
And then praise, or due reproach them yield. — Edmund Spenser

A few persons of an odious and despised country could not have filled the world with believers, had they not shown undoubted credentials from the divine person who sent them on such a message. — Joseph Addison

Our job is not to figure out the 'how'. The 'how' will show up out of the commitment and believe in the 'what — Jack Canfield

If the marriage ain't happy, ain't nobody happy. — Scott Gardner

Guantanamo Bay houses enemy combatants ranging from terrorist trainers and recruiters to bomb makers, would-be suicide bombers, and terrorist financiers. — Chris Chocola

We had a good marriage," he said. "I just thought it would be so much longer." Then he shrugged, and coughed away a sob, this thin man in his sixties with the soft androgynous face that aging seemed to bring, as though all the hormones were finally mixed up in a big coed pot because it just didn't matter anymore. — Meg Wolitzer