Now she knew living was just a brief hiatus, a blip really, in the infinite line of nothingness that composed that shadowy realm of the unknown. It could stop at any time.
And stop with the playboy title. I simply enjoy the company of beautiful women and ( . )( . ) and (_Y_) That’s tits & ass to the untrained eye. :D
I sell black markers on the black market. I am personally responsible for 50% of all truck stop urinal poetry.
I thought it was a tree log, but it was just an erect elephant penis. But that didn’t stop me from trying to throw it on the campfire.
An invisible wall of super condensed jelly would make a great shield to stop bullets and sarcasm.
You can't stop the future You can't rewind the past The only way to learn the secret ...is to press play.
We should all just face reality and stop taking our meals together.
Stop waiting for the perfect day or the perfect moment... Take THIS day, THIS moment and lead it to perfection.
Stop trying to 'fix' yourself; you're NOT broken! You are perfectly imperfect and powerful beyond measure.
Once we turn, it’s new pretty, middle pretty, late pretty.” Shay dropped her arms, and her board stopped drifting. “Then dead pretty.
She always, She always wanted to express herself but no one cared, So she stopped, She was crushed, Stiff & lifeless, Like everything else.
Oi, stop looking at my nethers. Be a gentleman, look away. When a gal’s in a predicament you should ‘elp ‘er out
Well we can't be having that. One person starts having fun and it turns into an epidemic. Difficult to stop that kind of thing, you know.
Ego is based on judgment. Stop judging and you will be free from the ego: in the Oneness there is no judgment, only Unconditional Love.
You cannot find excellent corporate worship until you stop trying to find excellent corporate worship and pursue God himself.
The tears of the world are a constant quantity. For each one who begins to weep somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh.
You must not ever stop being whimsical. And you must not, ever, give anyone else the responsibility for your life.
Dance, Live, Sing, Cry, Love, Travel and Love again, until the day you have to stop
. . . finally, I couldn't imagine how I could live without books, and I stopped dreaming about marrying that Chinese prince. . . .
A red eight-sided sign always means: A) Stop. B) Go. C) Danger! Red octogons ahead!
But just because you bury something, that doesn’t mean it stops existing.
