Short Love Soulmate Quotes & Sayings

I don't do well without you," he said. "Who I was before
I never want to be that person again. But I told you when I took you away from here that when everything was over, it would be your choice. You would get to choose where you wanted to go and who you wanted to be. — Alexandra Bracken

I don't like to brag, but I must tell you that I am regarded in some circles as being in the upper echelons of the elite loony left. — Michael Leunig

They're going to drown me in milk--what a waste of good baby-food! — William Moulton Marston

Happiness is awaiting you every moment of each day for you to embrace. You just make the mistake that you need to achieve 'this' or 'that' or reach something you call 'success' in order to gain it. — Rasheed Ogunlaru

So now, how did God produce this world? ... The fable is that he breathed upon us. In his breath, his wind, came moisture and things began to grow ... a message of hope. Nothing physical. How do you intend for your breath to become a work of art? The only way I can see it is that you prevent your breath from becoming a structure. As soon as your breath takes on the form of a room, you are a carpenter; you're not God. — Milton Resnick

I'm convinced I got signed because of who I am. And it makes me sad. — Jeff Buckley

Religion's just a well-oiled profit-driven denial of the randomness of it all. — Wally Lamb

It was all a question of face, she decided: you had to leave room for face to be saved. — Alexander McCall Smith

Customers require the effective integration of technologies to simplify their workflow and boost efficiency. — Anne M. Mulcahy

No man can get rich himself unless he enriches others. — Earl Nightingale

Hope death finds you well today. — G.A. Aiken

We will always tend to fulfill our own expectation of ourselves. — Brian Tracy

Meditation is my soul's soundless conversation with my inner pilot. — Sri Chinmoy

Our part of Poland was under Russian occupation from 1939-1941. — Roald Hoffmann

Meng flew low over the darkness of the treetops, thinking of Meabel's silky body, his jealousy like a living entity inside him, swelling with each mortal that fell to his sister's myriad charms - men she had not yet consumed. — Georgina Anne Taylor