You have to win and especially, as I have, you have to win a trophy for the first time.
The first time I stepped on an NBA court I became a businessman.
I can't even remember the first time I started singing.
In America there are two classes of travel - first class, and with children.
When someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time.
You demand respect and you'll get it. First of all, you give respect.
Angela Hayes: This is my first time.
I am first of all from La Castellane and Marseille.
Love doesn’t die with death. Love is like liquid; when it pours out, it seeps into others’ lives. Love changes form and shape. Love gets into everything. Death doesn’t conquer all; love does. Love wins every single time. Love wins by lasting th...
I am the love. I am the slave of love. I worship love. I adore unconditional love. I am the pure devotee of love. My heart and eyes are the symbols of love. Love has the inconceivable innumerable attribute. Love is the indivisible, infinite, and limi...
A marriage is a procession in which the cross goes first.
The seeds of the day are best planted in the first hour.
Take a woman's first advice and not her second.
Better the first of its kind than the last.
He who strikes first, strikes twice.
To love is to choose.
When love is not madness, it is not love.
Unconditional love really exists in each of us. It is part of our deep inner being. It is not so much an active emotion as a state of being. It's not 'I love you' for this or that reason, not 'I love you if you love me.' It's love for no reason, love...
The last clear thought I have is of my grandmother’s rust-colored wall clock ticking away in the darkness of my apartment—my sanctuary where I dreamed and desired and hoped for goodness and love. I wonder how long that clock will tick without any...
She wasn’t afraid of difficulties; what frightened her was being forced to choose one particular path. Choosing a path meant having to miss out on others. She had a whole life to live and she was always thinking that, in future, she might regret th...
I trail my fingers across his cheek. He stays perfectly still for me. "Please stop apologizing, Etienne." "Say my name again," he whispers. I close my eyes and lean forward. "Etienne." He takes my hands into his. Those perfect hands, that fit mine ju...
