Girl Quotes - Page 4

With God’s help, your trial today is leading to your wholeness tomorrow.

The primary feature of women is not a 'beauty', it's a 'mystery'.

The speech of God’s beautiful woman is a fountain of life to those around her.

An ordinary woman who makes herself available to an extraordinary God can do amazing things for God.

You know what, your imagination works faster than your mind.

Don’t you have dragons to fight so that you started saving girls who don’t need it?

Strength and victory... What he would never praise himself for, but whose loss was his most obsessive fear.

Spanish rain,
A maiden’s dress,
Apothecary pills
And ancient thrills;
Melancholy kills
A girl’s caress.

Wanderess, Wanderess,
weave us a story of seduction and ruse.
Heroic be the Wanderess,
the world be her muse.

Women are extraordinary creatures!

It seemed any young woman at odds with her place in life-be she a genteel lady or a serving girl-might find a happier home within the pages of a book.

See, some guys prefer asses
Some prefer tits
And I’m not saying that I don’t like those bits
But what’s more important
What supersedes
Is a girl a with passion, wit and dreams
So I want a girl who reads.

A lovely girl gazing at the stars, and the stars who gazed back.

She is not truly beautiful but something about her draws the eye.

I cursed myself. For once, heaven had sent me "Beauty" in its most perfected form and I abandoned it. She might not have been a girl after all but an angel: a force to guide me on this hazardous path of life I hurry down... How can life be hazardous if it can only end in death?

That's No Ordinary Girl

Ponytail (Short Story)

But sometimes that can make a girl so much more appealing. The beauty who doesn't know she’s beautiful.

I am such a bad girl," she thought. Yet...

Adam glanced at me. His grin was back. I’d forgotten how easily he could wind me up.
“You know, Eliza,” he said, “maybe you’re missing something here.”
“You’re going to be missing a few teeth if you don’t explain yourself,” I growled.

My heart almost vaulted out of my chest. I was snuggled against Ryan’s shoulder. We were burrowed under the cloak and sleeping bag, and my hand rested on his cheek, about to swat the stray hair that had fallen over my face. This wouldn’t have been so bad, if not for one tiny detail.

Ryan was awake.