Short Gingers Quotes & Sayings

Some nights we listen to the radio just to hear someone else say I love you — Joe Bozic

She looked at me.
There was a second
the kind that holds the whole world ... — Jeanette Winterson

I'm trying to buy a house and set some sense of roots because otherwise you're constantly chasing one job after another, and you look back and you've had all these very extraordinary experiences with extraordinary people, but there's not a line of continuity to it. — Eddie Redmayne

Let us not love by words alone, but let us love until it hurts. — Mother Teresa

When you go to bed at night, you get seven or eight hours of sleep. I've had enough sleep. I've rested, and it's as simple as that. I want to do it now. I didn't want to three years ago. I was waiting until it felt right. I wanted to get back to falling in love with my guitar again, and hanging out with my guitar like I would a friend. — Damien Rice

Death is not goodbye. — Tite Kubo

The gospel doesn't just free you from what other people think about you, it frees you from what you think about yourself. — Tullian Tchividjian

Despite every objection; they sank into insignificance - and in the end, love, was the answer to everything. — Kristian Goldmund Aumann

In the UK cycling was very popular until the end of the 1950's but it really lost out to our love affair with the car. Regaining a culture where cycling is seen as an everyday part of life requires time and effort. Of course in some British towns it never really went away - just look at Oxford and Cambridge. In other places, where the car has been king for many decades, it takes more time. — Adrian Bell

He wasn't a pretty boy, his nose was crooked and his grin lopsided, but he had that square-jawed, salt-of-the-earth handsome look that made a girl think of loose-hipped cowboys and demanding Scottish Lairds. And speaking of Scottish Lairds, old mate was a redhead. Usually gingers weren't her scene but this guy's hair was the rich coppery-auburn of a fox's pelt. It gleamed like rose gold under the floodlights, his short beard the exact colour as the stuff on his head. Big Red was doing it for her. Big time. And apparently, the feeling was mutual. — Eve Dangerfield

Though I may not flow where the wind guides me, I won't become still water. — Tablo