L.A. Weatherly Quotes
A teenage girl lay asleep on the sofa, curled up under a red-and-black knitted afghan. She was on her side, with one slender arm cradling a throw cushion nestled under her head. Long wavy blond hair spread across her back and her shoulders like a cape. Even though she was sleeping, Alex could see how pretty she was, with her delicate, almost elfin features. He stood in the doorway, watching the soft rise and fall of her chest.
L.A. Weatherly
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Art is nature speeded up and God slowed down.
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Red lips and fragrance always top off an outfit for me.
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Her face was working and twitching with passion, but his looked up at the sky, still quiet, neither angry nor afraid, but a little sad.
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I have a career, which is important, but my family is the priority. First family, and then career. It's a delicate balance.
Jimmy Cliff
The next election will bring an influx of over 120 new MPs who will be overwhelmingly on the Left.
Ken Livingstone
To think is to submit to the whims and commands of an uncertain health.
Emil Cioran
A teenage girl lay asleep on the sofa, curled up under a red-and-black knitted afghan. She was on her side, with one slender arm cradling a throw cushion nestled under her head. Long wavy blond hair spread across her back and her shoulders like a cape. Even though she was sleeping, Alex could see how pretty she was, with her delicate, almost elfin features. He stood in the doorway, watching the soft rise and fall of her chest.
L.A. Weatherly
