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love-is men my-family
I'm a family man. I just love being around my family. Carlos Beltran
love-is common patient
Love is a malady, the common symptoms of which are the same in all patients ... Agnes Repplier
love-is interesting giving
Actors, we like stories, we like storytelling, we love being a part of the story, and if you give us a story that's interesting then we'll want to do it. Aaron Stanford
love-is hatred dinner
Well had Solomon said,'Better is a dinner of herbs where love is, than a stalled ox and hatred therewith. Charlotte Bronte
love-is indifferent
I love being Charlie Daniels for good, bad, or indifferent. Charlie Daniels
love-is weakness triumph
Love is a fragile, corruptible thing. And yet I have seen it evince a curious strength. It is beyond any comprehension Love is a weakness that once in a great while triumphs over strength. Brent Weeks
love-is rope dark-humor
Relationships are ropes. Love is a noose. - Durzo Blint Brent Weeks
love-is sometimes easy
Sometimes to love is easy, but to accept love is hard. Brent Weeks
love-is madness
Love is a madness. Love is Failer - Durzo Blint Brent Weeks
ego chiefs results
Most importantly: Don't adjust your results to build up the ego of the chief strategist. Especially if the strategist is you. Charles Caleb Colton
ego truth-is terrified
The ego is terrified of the truth. And the truth is that the ego doesn't exist. Byron Katie
ego legs want
Am I an ego on legs? No I am not. Do I want to be seen out there all the time saying everything? No, I don't. Catherine Ashton
ego infinity ego-trip
Infinity: Time on an ego trip. Jane Wagner
ego monsters fascinating
The ego is a fascinating monster. Alanis Morissette
ego hallucinations tests
The hallucination of being a separate ego will not stand up to biological tests. Alan Watts
ego ego-trip
The biggest ego trip going is getting rid of your ego Alan Watts
ego life-is inches
To feel life is meaningless unless "I" can be permanent is like having desperately fallen in love with an inch. Alan Watts
ego skins hallucinations
I find that the sensation of myself as an ego inside a bag of skin is really a hallucination. Alan Watts
flow kind mature
You get older and more mature ... you just kind of go with the flow. Carl Crawford
flower boys men
At a well in a yard they met a man who was beating a boy. The stick burst into a flower in the mans hand. He tried to drop it, but it stuck to his hand. His arm became a branch, his body the trunk of a tree, his feet took root. C. S. Lewis
flow gets shots within
When he gets his shots within the flow of the offense, he's good. Tom Blake
flower eden rose
My sister Emily loved the moors. Flowers brighter than the rose bloomed in the blackest of the heath for her; out of a sullen hollow in a livid hillside her mind could make an Eden. She found in the bleak solitude many and dear delights; and not the least and best-loved was – liberty. Charlotte Bronte
flower night ice
A Christmas frost had come at midsummer; a white December storm had whirled over June; ice glazed the ripe apples, drifts crushed the blowing roses; on hayfield and cornfield lay a frozen shroud: lanes which last night blushed full of flowers, to-day were pathless with untrodden snow; and the woods, which twelve hours since waved leafy and flagrant as groves between the tropics, now spread, waste, wild, and white as pine-forests in wintry Norway. Charlotte Bronte
flower hands wish
I like to see flowers growing, but when they are gathered, they cease to please. I look on them as things rootless and perishable; their likeness to life makes me sad. I never offer flowers to those I love; I never wish to receive them from hands dear to me. Charlotte Bronte
flower excellence progress
Moral excellence is the bright consummate flower of all progress. Charles Sumner
flower men he-man
There is life in the ground; it goes into the seeds and also when it is stirred up goes into the man who stirs it. Charles Dudley Warner
flower memorable thinking
Pause you who read this, and think for a moment of the long chain of iron or gold, of thorns or flowers, that would never have bound you, but for the formation of the first link on one memorable day. Charles Dickens