Visages Bulgaria Quotes & Sayings

Every woman has the power to seduce the world with her
uniqueness, passion and creativity. — Donna Karan

What is fair in men, passes away, but not so in art — Leonardo Da Vinci

A person shows signs of clutching on too fast, of being needy, of not hearing the word "no," of jealousy, of guarding you and your freedom. But the signs can be so small they skitter right past you. Sometimes they dance past, looking satiny, something you should applaud. Someone's jealousy can make you feel good. Special. But it's not even about you. It's about a hand that is already gripping. It's about their need, circling around your throat — Deb Caletti

No matter where you go or what you do to distract yourself, reality catches up with you eventually. — Kody Keplinger

You are either supporting the vision or supporting division — Saji Ijiyemi

It's impossible." "Yeah, isn't it? Life's a bitch and then one stabes you. — Jeaniene Frost

I love my boys. I love watching them growing up. I love seeing them develop, and I'm always looking forward to seeing what they're going to become and what they're going to be interested in later in life. — Josh Turner

I wake up every single night wondering what I could have done differently. This is a pain that will stay with me the rest of my life. — Richard S. Fuld Jr.

You're too old for this type of living,' he told — Wilbur Smith

Who defines terrorists? Today's terrorist is tomorrow's friend. — Al Sharpton

Sometimes, writing songs is like waiting in for deliveries. They give you a window, and your washing machine is going to show up, whether the window is the album or something you're thinking, like, 'This thing is going to come to me.' — Alex Turner

I'd like to encourage us all to lighten up, to practice with a lot of gentleness. This is not the drill sergeant saying, "Lighten up or else." I have found that if we can possibly use anything we hear against ourselves, we usually do. — Pema Chodron

When time stops, matter stops. — Frederick Lenz

There are those fortunate hours when the world consents to be made into a poem. — Mark Doty