Victoriana San Francisco Quotes & Sayings

Jesse, you're not going to lose me. I had the situation totally under control." Sort of. "But I have to say that after so many years of you keeping your feelings for me hidden out of propriety, it's really nice to hear you say all those things. Plus, it's emotionally healthy that you're letting them out this way. Keep unburdening yourself." I wrapped my arms around his neck. "What is it exactly, that you find so irresistible about me? Is it my magnetic personality? Or my emerald green eyes? Or maybe it's just my hot bod?" I felt something against my torso. "Oh, I'm getting the impression that it's my hot bod. — Meg Cabot

Maturity in the Christian life is measured by only one test: how much closer to his character have we become? — Elyse Fitzpatrick

Dalton tugged at his clothes, straightening them. "Is that so." "But the female will cheat on the male. Sometimes, while he is out collecting twigs for their nest, she will let another male take her. — Terry Goodkind

It appears to be uncertain whether the journey of Mary with her husband was obligatory or voluntary ... Women were liable to a capitation tax, if this enrolment also involved taxation. But, apart from any legal necessity, it may easily be imagined that at such a moment Mary would desire not to be left alone. The cruel suspicion of which she had been the subject, and which had almost led to the breaking off of her betrothal (Matt. 1: 19) would make her cling all the more to the protection of her husband. — Frederic Farrar

Life is a dream in the night, a fear among fears, A naked runner lost in a storm of spears. — Arthur Symons

People say, 'Why don't you just paint with paintbrushes?' I say that I feel more connected to my painting using my skin. It's very tribal in a way - savage! — Meredith Ostrom

She is yet like a diamond on a heap of broken glass. — Mina Loy

That little voice inside us always tells the truth, but most people take it for granted — Karla M. Nashar

It was a tremendously virile and yet sinister face which was turned towards us. With the brow of a philosopher above and the jaw of a sensualist below, the man must have started with great capacities for good or for evil. But one could not look upon his cruel blue eyes, with their drooping, cynical lids, or upon the fierce, aggressive nose and the threatening, deep-lined brow, without reading Nature's plainest danger-signals. — Arthur Conan Doyle