There is no magic. There is no secret. You need your sleep. A lot of our society tries to get by, but the truth is it is up to each individual to get their optimal sleep amount. If you get less than that you can get by temporarily, but it's only temp...
Seriously. I'm not very bright, and it takes a lot for me to get a concept - to really get a concept. To get it enough that it becomes part of me. But when it happens I get real excited about it.
If there were no cold Friday evenings and boring Saturdays, no one would get married any more.
The older I get, the more open-minded I get, the less judgmental I get.
As you get older, you don't get wiser. You get irritable.
Jack Ryan: [in the shower] [imitating the Admiral] Jack Ryan: "The average Ruskie, son, don't take a dump without a plan." Wait a minute. We don't have to figure out how to get the crew off the sub. He's already done that, he would have had to. All w...
Here's to our enduring sisterhood. May it bind us together more tightly that the Lycra in my Spanx underpants.
For her and Nurul merely to share a meal cooked in their own kitchen was a triumph; to wake up together each morning a luxury.
My wandering has led me to the beginning of our journey together. I suppose it's only fitting for me to be here at that journey's end.
Today and tomorrow is an illusion, days are all joined together, and if you are waiting for your time, you are wasting your time.
Light and dark ain't supposed to mix. They're like broccoli and chocolate - just nasty when you put them together - but that appears to be what's happening with you
He said that we belonged together because he was born with a flower and I was born with a butterfly and that flowers and butterflies need each other for survival.
She was falling apart beneath my hands, and I was falling apart beneath her. My power was her power, and together, we sent each other soaring.
Most marriages don't add two people together. They subtract one from the other.
She gave herself up to the waves of the storm. If they drowned, it would be together, a shattered vessel on the sea, a collision of longing and desire.
Taylor Durham was in a gay man’s heaven, with all those tight bodies swaying back and forth to the music. Grinding together in harmony.
I fell in love with her when we were together, then fell deeper in love with her in the years we were apart.
I am longing to be with you, and by the sea, where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air.
They were not a family anymore. They were strangers. Tied together by chains, but they had rusted, and there was no hope for them to reconnect. Something had disappeared, and perhaps it was their sanity.
Hand in hand they whispered for a while. The girl nodded and the bear laughed. Together, they made their way down the corridor and to the foot of the stairs.
Love was something different. Love was pure delight, a fountain of emotions, sensual delights, and enjoying spending time together.
