Tostenson Recycling Quotes & Sayings

ago in your father. I know you will — Christopher Lee Buckner

"It's me I'm losing control of. Hundreds of sketches, and still can't get enough of your face." He traces the dimple in my chin with his thumb. "Your beck." His palm moves along my throat. "Your ... " both hands find my waist and drag me off the table so we're standing toe tote. "I'm not wasting another second drawing you," he whispers against my lips, "when I can touch you instead." He presses his mouth to mine.
A spark, hot and electric, jumps between us. Shock and sensation shimmer through me, aglow with his heat ad flavor. Six year of secret desire. Six years of denying that he's the orbit of my world.
To think, he's been running from me, too. — A.G. Howard

I categorically declare first my absolute innocence, second my lack of criminal intent, and third my effusive apologies. — Jack Vance

Punctuality is closely related to faithfulness and dependability. Being tardy can be linked to uninterest, apathy, slothfulness and procrastination ... — Sterling W. Sill

Would that you could live on the fragrance of the earth, and like an air plant be sustained by the light. — Kahlil Gibran

A collection of Bach organ fugues (nerds have a thing about Bach), — Neal Stephenson

My Becca's home. — Jay McLean

He who is as faithful to his principles as he is to himself is the true partisan. — William Hazlitt

TIME: Today Is My Everything — Richie Norton

I have a long history of being told I have no rhythm, and of people saying 'I've heard chickens sing better than that'. — Mary Margaret O'Hara

God wants us to hear his voice through the Word of God, the discernment of the Holy Spirit, and the comfort of our redeemed life through the blood of Christ. For example, musical pitch is black and white. It is accurate, sharp, or flat. It cannot be both accurate and flat. It is exclusive in its claims. While a chorus can sing in harmony or cacophony (dissonance), a solo voice can only be accurate, sharp, or flat. So too is Scripture. — Rosaria Champagne Butterfield

Poets say science takes away from the beauty of the stars - mere globs of gas atoms. I too can see the stars on a desert night, and feel them. But do I see less or more? The vastness of the heavens stretches my imagination - stuck on this carousel my little eye can catch one - million - year - old light. A vast pattern - of which I am a part ... What is the pattern, or the meaning, or the why? It does not do harm to the mystery to know a little about it. For far more marvelous is the truth than any artists of the past imagined it. Why do the poets of the present not speak of it? What men are poets who can speak of Jupiter if he were a man, but if he is an immense spinning sphere of methane and ammonia must be silent? — Richard Feynman