Stroking Dog Quotes & Sayings

A man stroking a dog's head means the universe is stroking the universe; a child playing with a little dog means the universe is playing with the universe! If the universe is a theatre play, then we can be sure that there is only one player: The universe itself! Everything we see is the same player! — Mehmet Murat Ildan

Take the wold, but give me Jesus;
In His cross my trust shall be,
Till, with clearer, brighter vision
Face to face my Lord I see. — Fanny Crosby

It's not that I succeed, it's that everyone else has to fail, horribly, preferably in front of their parents. — Attila The Hun

Remember that God ordained that I should be the next president of the United States. Neither you nor any other mortal or mortals could have prevented this. — Woodrow Wilson

Rules and Things Number 63: Never, Ever Say Something Bad About Someone You Don't Know
Especially When You're Around a Bunch of Strangers. You Never Can Tell Who Might Be Kin to That Person or Who Might Be a Lip-Flapping, Big-Mouth Spy. — Christopher Paul Curtis

Unconditional Love is a perpetual emotion machine. It inspires us to include others. The longer I am bathed in its radiance, the more I find myself looking at others with an open heart. I can look past their faults and love them. I can say, "I may not like the things you do, but I love you. — Rosa Marchisella

Sitting back in the evening, stargazing and stroking your dog, is an infallible remedy. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

Julia, come here." Julia arrived home from posting her letter to Sarah to be greeted by her aunt's command. Her heart fluttered. She laid aside her bonnet and entered the sitting room. "Yes, Aunt Wilhern?" Her aunt sat in the corner of the settee, stroking her little gray-and-black dog while it rested in her lap, its eyes half closed. "Julia, — Melanie Dickerson

As the Brotherhood got down to business, he found himself putting his hand on the dog's big head and stroking the soft fur ... playing with an ear ... dipping down and finding the long waves that flowed from the animal's broad, strong chest.
Not that any of that meant he was keeping the the animal, of course.
It just felt nice, was all. — J.R. Ward