Texier Sweatshirts Quotes & Sayings

What I'm saying," Nate tried once more, "is that there
should always be a world in which you and I meet."
Walter's shrug would have done an old uncle at temple
proud. "We meet, we don't meet - if we don't know each
other, it doesn't make a difference."
But it does. I was missing you before you were born. — Amy Lane

He is the Firstfruits of God's harvest, and millions have followed Him. The same power that raised Him from the dead lives in them, giving them life everlasting. — Ron Cantor

Some of us wear the mask prouder than others. — Lady Gaga

You're lying to yourself. You're holding this up as a way to keep me locked out. But it's too late. I'm in. You love me." I smiled softly as he closed his eyes and gritted his teeth against my words. "You love me," I repeated, "and you'll never hurt me. And I will never hurt you. I will never use you like they did, like they all did. Because I want you. Just you. — Samantha Young

Ten years ago, in the aftermath of the referendum in Quebec, the very existence of Canada was on the line ... I had a responsibility to ensure that Canada never again came close to the precipice, — Jean Chretien

They wept because they were friends, and because they were kindhearted, and because they - friends from childhood - had to think about such a base thing as money, and because their youth was over. . . — Leo Tolstoy

The tapestry of history that seems so full of tragedy when viewed from the front has countless comic scenes woven into its reverse side. In truth, tragedy and comedy are the twin masks of history - its mass appeal. — Jose Ortega Y Gasset

He smiled almost serenely. "I love him." Ty blinked at that, his mouth falling open. "I love him, Ty." Ty stared at him, then looked down at the bar top for a long few seconds, then back up at Nick with narrowed eyes. "Are we talking with the heart love or with the dick love?" he asked, echoing Nick's words from so long ago. Nick merely grinned. "Good," Ty said softly. "What? — Abigail Roux

May I ask you something?" Dr Greysteel nodded."Are you not afraid that it will go out?"
"What will go out?" asked Dr Greysteel.
"The candle," Strange gestured to Dr Greysteel's forehead. "The candle inside your head. — Susanna Clarke

Houses are like boats," Aunt May had sniffed. "They should always keep their original names. — Rachel Hawkins

I have always dreamt of becoming an artist, and I have always pursued that dream. But I've had to realize, that I wouldn't make it as a painter, a sculptor or a musician. I have tried, but only in private — Finn Juhl