Streetwalkers Fight Quotes & Sayings

Everything occurs for good, in everything there is good and in everything there is beauty ... — Radostin Chernev

Women Are Not Roses Women have no beginning only continual flows. Though rivers flow women are not rivers. Women are not roses they are not oceans or stars. i would like to tell her this but i think she already knows. — Ana Castillo

That was pretty easy, and I wrote it while delousing my pet tapir. — Greg Gutfeld

A fly and a flea in a flue (3 beats)
Were imprisoned, so what could they do? (3 beats)
Said the fly, "Let us flee!" (2 beats)
"Let us fly!" said the flea, (2 beats)
So they fled through a flaw in the flue. (3 beats) — Trudi Hammel Garland

I am just one of many thousands called to be an evangelist. — Billy Graham

your eyes could inspire men to go to war, to paint works of art, to rip their goddamn heart out of their chest and offer it to you without a second thought . — Jay Crownover

We don't have mistakes here, we just have happy accidents. — Rob Ross

One of the first affirmations to use is: "I am willing to release the NEED for the resistance, or the headache, or the constipation, or the excess weight, or the lack of money or whatever." Say: "I am willing to release the need for ... " If you are resisting at this point, then your other affirmations cannot work. — Louise L. Hay

Why did they have kids then? Why did they have children if they didn't want to love and nurture them? Weren't you supposed to cherish every moment you got with your kids? The wives sounded like the only reason to have children was to fulfill some ridiculous social contract that apparently was co- signed when we signed away our single status. If all you wanted to do was to get on with your life, while the hired help took care of bringing up your child, why have one? There was a simpler option. Just don't have them. There were enough unwanted children in the world already. — Shweta Ganesh Kumar

I don't analyze beautiful. I sit in its presence and love the wholeness of it--the sweet and sad and raw and bright together.
Poetry is that, the weaving of light-shadow. Making words from the unwordable. — Jacob Nordby