Your difference is your uniqueness, not a weakness.
Every race is totally different.
I'll have a different answer tomorrow that I do today.
I always wanted to do something completely different.
What's the difference? One guy's the same as the other.
Always my collections are made of different influences.
Reason respects the differences, and imagination the similitudes of things.
I love to work in all sorts of different situations.
There was a time when I was 312 pounds. And I've been all different weights.
What's the difference between tough love and acting like a jerk?
A music video is so different to doing a movie.
There's a difference between expectations and aspirations.
All clients' needs and expectations are vastly different.
I hate politics. What they say and what they do is completely different.
So what? You're another person, so of course you look different. What do you need to be ashamed for?
Edges I am a child throwing rocks into the stream. Challenging the rushing water. Raising my fist and daring fate to do it worst. I am a dancer in the waves of the ocean. Swaying in time with the tide. Pirouetting, the current my only friend. I am th...
Morfyd’s care. As she walked out of the cave she passed Annwyl walking in. The girl had her swords in one hand. The other hand held her ripped shirt and bindings over her ample breasts. Her brows angled down into a dark frown and she wouldn’t eve...
Cormag caught his hand and pulled him back until they were facing each other. “I think you're amazing,” he said, blurting the words out. Lachlan smiled, completely shocked and thrilled by how captivating he found him. He had never thought this co...
Luck I get,” she said when they’d sat in silence once more. “But why brave?” He shifted in his seat then sat forward, his gaze piercing through her. “Because, Natalia, love is a risk. Love from the depths of your soul requires a certain amo...
Hey, Ivashkov! Open up. " Avery argued. She kept pounding on the door and yelling, and finally, Adrian answered. His hair stuck up at odd angles, and he had dark circles under his eyes. He'd drunk twice as much as Lissa last night. "What . . . ?" He ...
Above his head at street level, he saw an angled aileron of a scarlet Porsche, its jaunty fin more or less at the upper edge of his window frame. A pair of very soft, clean glistening black shoes appeared, followed by impeccably creased matt charcoal...
