Gm Love Quotes

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Then something in me heard the stars, the pawpaws, trilliums, the whippoorwills, crawdads swimming in the creeks and cousin Alma all calling. Like the air had shimmered them.
G.M. Monks (Iola O)
There’s no skin in heaven.
G.M. Monks (Iola O)
Now the radio people—that is the ones I liked—finished most every one of their words, clear and succinct. It was crisp talk. It said you were going someplace important …
G.M. Monks (Iola O)
I enjoyed sitting behind him, watching. God he was handsome. How many times had I admired him? His backside, his shoulders, slim hips, long legs, his oval eyes, fingers, ring finger. I should give him a ring to wear. I’d slip it on his finger. Usually I don’t like a ski-jump nose: I liked his. Can I say love? I was almost beside myself when Miss Sally opened the door at 2 p.m. and said she was leaving for the day.
G.M. Monks (Iola O)
Oh my. A naked woman in love. Oh my.
G.M. Monks (Iola O)
We must love people as they're , not as we wish them to be .
Gm
Inside the envelope was a second envelope with two hundred and forty dollars wrapped inside a carbon copy of a bill marked paid and signed by the previous owner’s wife. I counted it thrice to be accurate. Again for the pleasure. Then just to feel joy. Oh my, sweet goddamn. Sweetest goddamn. I sat for a few minutes doing nothing but feeling the money in my hands.
G.M. Monks (Iola O)
When I finished my beautiful day, I walked toward my car. I turned around and Harry was watching me through the window. We waved and I walked on to my car. He was probably still watching me—the slight sway of my hips. My plain ordinary navy blue skirt rippling like a flirt. My long legs. I purposely dropped my keys, so I’d have to bend over to pick them up. He’d enjoy that all evening when he was alone thinking of me. And the way I opened the door wide. And the way I sat in the car, leaving one foot hanging out for a bit, while I dug something out of my old plastic purse, just to be in his view longer.
G.M. Monks (Iola O)
You were the best part of my life; I do not regret making friends with you… I will wait for you till the end of my life… This time I won’t force you to come near me, take your own time. If you feel you can return me my best friend, just type me a small – Hi… or GM or GN… I won’t force you to type the complete words, as I don’t want to waste your time for me… I Love You (As a best friend). Missing you very badly… Waiting for my Sid…
Deepak Ranjan (Nights of the Velvet: A Conditional Dream)
Why trust this account when humanity has never been so rich, so healthy, so long-lived? When fewer die in wars and childbirth than ever before—and more knowledge, more truth by way of science, was never so available to us all? When tender sympathies—for children, animals, alien religions, unknown, distant foreigners—swell daily? When hundreds of millions have been raised from wretched subsistence? When, in the West, even the middling poor recline in armchairs, charmed by music as they steer themselves down smooth highways at four times the speed of a galloping horse? When smallpox, polio, cholera, measles, high infant mortality, illiteracy, public executions and routine state torture have been banished from so many countries? Not so long ago, all these curses were everywhere. When solar panels and wind farms and nuclear energy and inventions not yet known will deliver us from the sewage of carbon dioxide, and GM crops will save us from the ravages of chemical farming and the poorest from starvation? When the worldwide migration to the cities will return vast tracts of land to wilderness, will lower birth rates, and rescue women from ignorant village patriarchs? What of the commonplace miracles that would make a manual labourer the envy of Caesar Augustus: pain-free dentistry, electric light, instant contact with people we love, with the best music the world has known, with the cuisine of a dozen cultures? We’re bloated with privileges and delights, as well as complaints, and the rest who are not will be soon.
Ian McEwan (Nutshell)
Until you try to fly, you will never know how high you can soar.
George "GM64" Mercado
My greatness shall never be measured by my actions or accomplishments, but rather by those of my son's guided by my teachings.
George "GM64" Mercado
In order to become great we must allows others to become great before us, and not be envious of their greatness but rather rejoice in it. So that when we become great, there will be others who shall rejoice in ours.
George "GM64" Mercado
Pain reminds us that we are alive and breathing, that we still have the strength within to fight
George "GM64" Mercado
Do not judge me for the many things I do, but rather judge yourself for that which you do not.
George "GM64" Mercado
It is our thoughts, actions and reactions that manifest our future.
George "GM64" Mercado
My eyes sting with tears, memories of childhood threatening to unravel the fragile mask I've built for myself. Visions crackle in my mind like a vintage film reel - flickers of moments shared with friends. Skipping with laced fingers through the overgrown grass and skimming rocks across the riverbed.
G.M. White (Bloom)