Youifism Quotes & Sayings

I'm definitely suspicious of girls. I've been suspicious of girls my whole life, though, so it's not anything new. — Vinny Guadagnino

Do you know a young and beautiful woman who is not ready to flirt-just a little? — Jean Antoine Petit-Senn

When you're not winning it's about how you're not getting it done. — Jalen Rose

Christ bears the wounds of the church, his body, just as he bore the wounds of crucifixion. I sometimes wonder which have hurt worse. — Philip Yancey

17 Let not your heart t envy sinners, but continue in u the fear of the LORD all the day. — Anonymous

In sports, people reach their peak very early. You have to move on. I don't know if I will ever surpass what I did at the Olympics, but I'm still doing the work I always wanted to do. — Greg Louganis

Writing a modern novel in a national language hence means writing with the awareness that you inhabit the same world as others around the globe. You see the same world map and the same world history as your contemporaries elsewhere, though how each of you interprets and relates the same historical events may vary greatly. — Minae Mizumura

Do all your duties, but keep your mind on God. Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna,p.81 — Ramakrishna

I cannot tell you how much I love you. But that which of all things I have most at heart, with regard to you, is the real progress of your soul in the divine life. Heaven seems to be awakened in you. It is a tender plant. It requires stillness, meekness, and the unity of the heart, totally given up to the unknown workings of the Spirit of God, which will do all its work in the calm soul, that has no hunger or desire but to escape out of the mire of its earthly life into its lost union and life in God. I mention this, out of a fear of your giving in to an eagerness about many things, which, though seemingly innocent, yet divide and weaken the workings of the divine life within you. — William Law

But knowing about someone doesn't equate to knowing them. — Kasie West

I love fucking you, he whispered, still moving inside me, slow and delicious, burying himself with every stroke. — Alessandra Torre