Quotes of: Beautiful-girls Keyword

My interpretation can only be as inerrant as I am, and that's good to keep in mind.

Evolving in Monkey Town: How a Girl Who Knew All the Answers Learned to Ask the Questions

But girls willing to share your bed don't equal girls willing to put up with your random crap moods, listen to your exhaustive legal opinions, or support your life's goals the way someone who loves you would.

Easy

Yes you can let a guy bite you but not on the first date! he has to pay for dinner ! But you can bite him on the first date at no cost that is quite normal

Fangs Rule: A Girls Guide to Being a Vampire

There are two types of people in the world,someone believes in love and someone does not:~>

A girl braked a poor boys heart when he was alone in his city for her .#1

I'm too old to be ignorant as I am." --Twelve-year-old Gabriella to the general, who does not want her to know about Emmett Till and the world's brutality.

The Girl Who Swam to Atlantis

When you can cross the highwire without falling off, you are in a state of perfect balance, perfect grace. It is the same with obedience. When you submit, submit totally, you enter that same equilibrium, surrender and grace. This is the meaning of er...

A Girl's Adventure

come, ancient and unchanging night Night, born as dethroned king, Night, internally equal to silence, Night. With sequins of volatile starlight Woven on your robe with infinity Come quietly Come fleet-footed Come alone.

The Girl from the Chartreuse

I believe that our lives, just like fairy tales - the stories that have been written by us humans, through our own experiences of living - will always have a Hero and a Heroine, a Fairy Godmother and a Wicked Witch.

The Girl on the Cliff

In the basement, with Ruth, I began to learn that anger, hate, fear and loneliness are all one button awaiting the touch of just a single finger to set them blazing toward destruction.

The Girl Next Door

I look at everything. God gave me eyes and I look at women and men and subway excavations and moving pictures and the little flowers of the field. I casually inspect the universe.

The Girls in Their Summer Dresses

Finally, I asked how you got a boy to like you back. She said, 'Just be yourself,' as though I had any idea who that might be.

The Girls' Guide to Hunting and Fishing

Because I have no actual sisters, it is my friends from Ames who’ve exposed me to every facet of womanhood.

The Girls from Ames: A Story of Women and a Forty-Year Friendship

He was not in love with her—they were about as unlike as two people could possibly be—but he was very fond of her and really missed her, as exasperating as she sometimes was.

The Girl Who Played with Fire

She had stared at him for a whole minute and decided that she did not have a grain of feeling left, because it would have been the same as bleeding to death. Fuck You.

The Girl Who Played with Fire

The ice cold fear I’d felt, not knowing if Wyatt was alive, pressed into the wall with other girls and surrounded by guys who were unspeakably brave, hit my body again in a wave. This was trauma—the gift that keeps on giving.

Glass Girl

He (God) never promises that our families will be safe. Not in the way we think. He does promise his presence, though.

Grace for the Good Girl: Letting Go of the Try-Hard Life

But understand that the reason it is so difficult to extend forgiveness to those who have failed us is because we are unable to receive forgiveness for our own failures.

Grace for the Good Girl: Letting Go of the Try-Hard Life

Death is not a checkmate…it is more like a carnival trick. You cannot win, no matter how you move your Queen.

The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making

What had been so funny? But you can never remember what you were laughing about, and even if you could, it seems doubtful that it would still be funny.

The Girls from Corona del Mar

She sounds like someone who spends a lot of time in libraries, which are the best sorts of people.

The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making

But the only thing worse than remembering the feel of Rose in his arms, the softness of her black and white feathers, the sound of her voice when she sang quietly to herself, would be forgetting it.

The Girl at Midnight