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baby king lovable love safe telling
King was really telling us it's not about love, it's about being lovable. 'I love you baby and if I can't have you no one else will is frightening,' but once you become lovable we become safe and that's where I think we'll end up. Dick Gregory
baby caught combat cut doll fishermen guy inside johnny shark someday surprised toy
I wouldn't be surprised if someday some fishermen caught a big shark and cut it open, and there inside was a whole person. Then they cut the person open, and in him is a little baby shark. And in the baby shark there isn't a person, because it would be too small. But there's a little doll or something, like a Johnny Combat little toy guy - something like that. ![]()
baby easier percent pushing store women
I would say that 30 percent of the women that go in a store are pushing a baby carriage. You have to make it easier to navigate. Ernie Speranza
baby kid snow
He was a kid and was into kids. He would play in the snow with them, even play baby dolls. Lynn Peterson
baby causes dear donated eat friend generation great himself interested man people pleasant restaurant
He couldn't eat at a restaurant without people recognizing him. He was just a great guy, an enjoyable, pleasant man who donated himself to causes in any way he could. He has endeared himself to a whole generation of Baby Boomers. He was a dear friend of mine, a very convivial man, interested in everybody. Michael Rose
baby
Having a very big baby is not good, Jose Gonzales
baby deep duck ducks fake funny good hat join man mommy night product roar stand swimming thoughts top underwater until
I think a good product would be Baby Duck Hat. It's a fake baby duck, which you strap on top of your head. Then you go swimming underwater until you find a mommy duck and her babies, and you join them. Then all of the sudden, you stand up out of the water and roar like Godzilla. Man those ducks really take off! Also Baby Duck Hat is good for parties. - Deep Thoughts (Saturday Night Live) ![]()
baby drove husband lived loved moved remember scared separated time
I'd lived in Arizona, and I loved Arizona. But I had a husband I was separated from, and a baby to support. So I moved back to New York. I used to think it was scary. I remember the first time I drove into the city, right after I got my license. All that traffic, those buildings. Oh! Scared me to death! Linda McCartney
baby daughter dramatic finds tells wants
He finds me and wants to have a baby with me, and there are problems, ... It wouldn't be a movie if there weren't dramatic problems, as my daughter tells me, my 8-year-old. Annette Bening
sweet flower bud
The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower. William Cowper
sweet wish
He was just a sweet kid. I just wish I had an answer. Larry Mullen
sweet dark flames
Fiery and sweet, all at the same time. A flame in the dark, lighting my way. Richelle Mead
sweet jobs names
I don't suppose that she gave you the job based on looks alone?" Adrian had been staring off but now flashed me a big smile. "Why, Sage, you sweet talker." "That's not what I meant! What happened?" He shrugged. "I told the truth." "Adrian!" "I'm serious. She asked me what my greatest strength was. I said getting along with people." "That's not bad." I admitted. "Then she asked what my greatest weakness was. And I said, 'Where should I start?'" "Adrian!" "Stop saying my name like that. I told her the truth. By the time I was on the fourth one, she told me I could go. Richelle Mead
sweet stars heart
He laced his fingers through mine and lifted my hand to his lips. I had gloves on, but he kissed exactly where I wore his ring. “Why are you so sweet?” I asked, my voice small. My heart beat rapidly, and every star peeping through the clouds seemed to be shining just for me. “I don’t think I’m that sweet. I mean, I just told you to be quiet. That’s one step away from asking you to wash my laundry and make me a sandwich.” “You know what I mean.” Seth pressed another kiss to my forehead. “I’m sweet because you make it easy to be sweet. Richelle Mead
sweet memories angel
We studied our angels for a few moments more, looking at where we had lain side by side in that sweet, quiet moment. I wished what I’d said was true, that we had truly left our mark on the mountain. But I knew that after the next snowfall, our angels would disappear into the whiteness and be nothing more than a memory. Richelle Mead
sweet eye hair
My captivity with Dimitri. The way his mouth—so, so warm, despite his cold skin—had kissed mine. The feel of his fangs pressing into my neck and the sweet bliss that followed... He looked exactly the same too, with that chalky white pallor and red-ringed eyes that so conflicted with the soft, chin-length brown hair and otherwise gorgeous lines of his face. He even had a leather duster on. Richelle Mead
sweet children
I also quite like to be recognized by children; I find it sweet. Russell Brand
sweet inspiration genius
Sweet Genius'' viewers will be on the edge of their seats as we continue to push the limits with inspirations and ingredients, while showcasing the talents of some of the best pastry chefs around. As a result, the desserts that the chefs create are truly outrageous. Ron Ben-Israel
pain torment
Her pain was very apparent, the torment she was in. Adrienne Barbeau
pain
I think the pain is subsiding. The back is getting better. Jesse Jackson
paintings
The paintings were all over the place, on the walls, hanging. Kim Bauer
paintings tend
The paintings tend to be reproduced more often. Susan Kuretsky
pain taken idle
As much pains were taken to make me idle as were ever taken to make me studious. William Wilberforce
painfully
I'm so weird and quirky, and painfully awkward sometimes. Kelsea Ballerini
pain love-is fire
Love is a fiend, a fire, a heaven, a hell Where pleasure, pain, and sad repentance dwell Richard Barnfield
pain thinking gains
What we most value, we shall think no pains too great to gain. Richard Baxter
pain night mad
Only part of us is sane: only part of us loves pleasure and the longer day of happiness, wants to live to our nineties and die in peace, in a house that we built, that shall shelter those who come after us. The other half of us is nearly mad. It prefers the disagreeable to the agreeable, loves pain and its darker night despair, and wants to die in a catastrophe that will set back life to its beginnings and leave nothing of our house save its blackened foundations. Rebecca West