Sharans Quotes & Sayings

Ruxs' sweaty forehead was pressed against the side of his face, and that sensual bass-filled voice groaned in his ear over and over. "Love you, Chris. I love you. I love you." Ruxs — A.E. Via

Thanksgiving is an attitude that must be rooted in the 'gift of life' if we ever hope to be thankful for the 'gifts' of life. — Craig D. Lounsbrough

I am not dealing with footballers, I am dealing with people. They have fears and worry about failing and making fools of themselves in front of 80,000 people. I have to make them see that without each other they are nothing. — Pep Guardiola

Every body at all addicted to letter writing, without having much to say, which will include a large proportion of the female world at least ... — Jane Austen

America took one step closer to entering the war. — Cathy Burke

Because' I repeated, as a breeze blew over us, "sometimes things just happen. That aren't expected. Or on the list."
"Such as?" he asked
"I don't know," I said, frustrated. "That's the point. It would be out of the blue, taking us by surprise. Something we might not be prepared for."
"But we will be prepared," he said, confused. "We'll have the list. — Sarah Dessen

The Amyrlin Seat has fallen," a nearby Aes Sedai cried amid the crystallized Sharans. "The Amyrlin Seat has fallen! — Robert Jordan

Today, I marvel at the vegan foods in the supermarket, at the cruelty-free clothing choices in stores, and at the fantastic alternatives to dissection in schools, the modern ways to test medicines without killing rabbits and beagles, the many forms of entertainment involving purely human performers. — Ingrid Newkirk

And she'd felt an opening in her chest where she hadn't known anything was closed. — Rachel Simon

Making mistakes simply means you are learning faster. — Weston H. Agor

By the rude bridge that arched the flood,
Their flag to April's breeze unfurled,
Here once the embattled farmers stood,
And fired the shot heard round the world.
The foe long since in silence slept;
Alike the conqueror silent sleeps;
And Time the ruined bridge has swept
Down the dark stream which seaward creeps.
On this green bank, by this soft stream,
We set to-day a votive stone;
That memory may their deed redeem,
When, like our sires, our sons are gone.
Spirit, that made those heroes dare
To die, and leave their children free,
Bid Time and Nature gently spare
The shaft we raise to them and thee. — Ralph Waldo Emerson