Wegdan Rashad Quotes & Sayings

Are you sure you're not a witch?" he teased lightly, his teeth nipping at the sensitive lobe of my ear.
My stomach twittered excitedly and I leaned into him.
"If I'm a witch, you're a devil," I returned breathlessly, hoping against hope that he wouldn't stop, that we could just continue on in our little bubble of oblivion.
Jackson chuckled, a sound that sent chills racing down my back.
"Now that's entirely possible," Jackson admitted, leaning back to grin down into my face. When his eyes settled on mine, his smile died and I fell headlong into the intensity of his sky blue gaze. "I love you. — M. Leighton

Oh, don't take it so hard. I drove into this madness. Every woman needs a little madness in her life. — Edmond Rostand

Lies go out, but the truth stays home. — Scott Lynch

People also leave presence in a place even when they are no longer there. — Andy Goldsworthy

President Obama's approach embodies the values, the ideas, and the direction America must take to build a 21st century version of the American Dream in a nation of shared opportunities, shared prosperity and shared responsibilities. — William J. Clinton

Bow to nothing, son. I make mistakes as well as any man. If you think me wrong, be so good as to damn well say so. — David Gemmell

Your fears are not walls, but hurdles. Courage is not the absence of fear, but the conquering of it. — Dan Millman

Thoughts and emotions will always arise. — Dzigar Kongtrul Rinpoche

If I had a lover who wanted to hear from me every day, I would break with him. — Madame De La Fayette

Some man's dreams can bring only nightmares to the world! — Mehmet Murat Ildan

It seems to me that violence against women has been tolerated for so long that the world has become numb to it. — Zainab Salbi

Writing is hard work. But if you want to become a writer you will become one. Nothing will stop you. — Dorothy Day

We are possessed by the things we possess. When I like an object, I always give it to someone. It isn't generosity-it's only because I want others to be enslaved by objects, not me. — Jean-Paul Sartre

Made up of corallitic accretions and painful increments, lit on rare occasions by bolts of revelation, and then stuffed behind the wainscotting to grope in the mouse-turd dust, art is the equivalent of athlete's foot, at best an exquisite itch, at worst an excuse to stop walking. On the emotional side, it is either masturbation with a hockey glove or a night beneath the sliding moon that shames Eros. — Harold Town