Worship The Ground You Walk On Quotes

Tink, you are the best thing that's ever happened to that kid. I don't care if he only has one day left with you or twenty, you just keep doing whatever you're doing until you have to go, and I will forever worship the ground you walk on. Because a little slice of heaven is better than none at all.

Now Bella, you know Jacob adores you. He naturally wants to protect you. He literally worships the ground you walk on." "Ha ha," Bella said dryly. "Earth demon. Worship the ground. Cute. Really cute.

You're my world. I want everyone to know. I don't know how to date so I never even thought of taking you on a date. But I can promise you right now... I will be taking you on so many damn dates that there won't be a person in this town who doesn't know I worship the ground you walk on.

Lavi said that you should just suck his cock,” she laughed. “That will tell him everything he needs to know and make him worship the ground you walk on. Like I said, males are simple like that.

You’re my world. I want everyone to know. I don’t know how to date, so I never even thought of taking you on a date. But I can promise you right now, I will be taking you on so many damn dates that there won’t be a person in this town who doesn’t know I worship the ground you walk on.” I reached out and took her hand. “Forgive me for being an idiot.

Sorry,” I said, realizing I was taking my frustrations out on her. “I’m still getting over Soph,” I said, referring to my old prep school friend. Sophie Price was the most beautiful girl you’d ever met. Seriously. Take it from someone who’s met Bar Refaeli in person. Soph was even more stunning. Especially since she’d had a personality makeover. I’d never regret anything as much as I would not making her fall in love with me. “You can’t make anyone fall, Spence. Either they do or they don’t.” “I said that out loud?” “Duh and it’s been two years, Spencer. You seriously need to get over her. She’s with that Ian guy anyway, right?” “Right.” “That hot South African guy named Ian,” she concluded. “Thanks.” “That hot saffy named Ian who gives his life to mutilated Ugandan orphans and worships the ground Sophie walks on.” I stopped and glared at her. “That’ll do, Bridge.

How could I know what we’d have, kitten? My beautiful, perfect, maddening friend who I fucking worship the ground she walks on. I was as surprised as you were. But I know this; I’ve been moving toward you my entire life. I just didn’t know it. And now I’m here, I’ll stop anyone who tries to interfere.

All right, my lovely Sienna. I've waited for eight months; I can wait a little more. I'll wait until you are ready, but I want to make something clear, I don't just want your for your body.... when you're mine, I want your all; your body, your soul, your mind. I will consume you. I'll be your world and in return, I'll worship the ground you walk on and make you a very happy woman.

In here, I will take control because you and I both know you need it that way in order to turn your mind off. I will learn your body better than my own and have you writhing and begging me for more.” He caressed his thumbs across my cheeks and down the line of my jaw to press on my chin, forcing my lips apart. “But outside this room, Maddie, you fucking own me. I will worship the very ground you walk on if you’ll only let me.

I worship the ground you walk on.” A blinding smile grew along his face as he pulled her into his arms and whispered in her ear, “Impossible. When I’m with you my feet don’t touch the ground.

Well…for the rest of our lives, I will take care of you. I will protect you. I will worship the ground that you walk on. I will give you that and more. I am yours forever. I am your one. Your only. Your always.

Don’t go tarring me with that brush! I’m nothing like him. I never cheat and I never lie. The woman I end up with would be my princess. I’d treat her like damn royalty and worship the ground she walks on. I’d tell her every day how much I love her and every night how much she means to me. So don’t you ever tell me I’m like all the rest Amy. I’m not!

I’ll tell you this, if he gives me one more order with that W word again, I’m going to divorce him before we can even finish the wedding.” “The W . . . Okay, Bella, as usual you have lost me. W word?” “Yeah. W, . . . as in Wife. Ugh! He’s always saying or thinking things in this high and mighty way and tacking the word ‘wife’ onto the end like it’s some kind of password that lets him order me around.” Bella noted her friend’s still perplexed expression, so she screwed up her face, attitude, and voice into an uncanny approximation of Jacob. “‘I do not want you hunting in your condition, wife. It is too dangerous for you and the babe to accompany me, wife. I have told Elijah that there are to be no more training lessons until after the birth, and do not argue with me about this, wife, because my mind is set.” Isabella sagged back with a frustrated sigh. “Oy! It’s just so obnoxious and so . . . high-handed! You know the honeymoon is over when you go from ‘my love,’ ‘my little flower,’ and ‘my heart’ and become simply ‘wife.’” Legna smothered the urge to chuckle. Her little friend’s famous sarcasm always tickled her, and it was meant to tickle. Bella had a way of hiding behind her wit and humor. She was stating things that clearly disturbed her, but she mocked them in such a way that anyone who did not know her would treat it as little more than a comedy routine. Legna knew better. “Now, Bella, you know Jacob adores you. He naturally wants to protect you. He literally worships the ground you walk on.” “Ha ha,” Bella said dryly. “Earth Demon. Worship the ground. Cute. Really cute.” “Well, come on now. Seriously. As a Demon of the Earth, Jacob has an affinity with nature.

The personal message of Good Friday, expressed in so many hymns and prayers which draw on the tradition of the Suffering Servant (Isaiah 53) and its New Testament outworking, comes down to this: "See all your sins on Jesus laid"; "The Son of God loved me and gave himself for me"; or, in the words which Jesus spoke at the Supper but which God spoke on Good Friday itself: "This is my body, given for you." When we apply this as individuals to today's and tomorrow's sins, the result is not that we are given license to sin because it's all been dealt with anyway but rather that we are summoned by the most powerful love in the world to live by the pattern of death and resurrection, repentance and forgiveness, in daily Christian living, in sure hope of eventual victory. The "problem of evil" is not simply or purely a "cosmic" thing; it is also a problem about me. And God has dealt with that problem on the cross of his Son, the Messiah. That is why some Christian traditions venerate the cross itself, just as we speak of worshiping the ground on which our beloved is walking. The cross is the place where, and the means by which, God loved us to the uttermost. We shall explore the significance of

In the days leading up to Valentine’s Day, in addition to the daily letter I also made sure to send her a Valentine’s card and a different bar of chocolate. I was buying really nice bars of chocolate, all different flavors and kinds. She was only allowed to eat them right there at mail call, and sometimes she would get several packages at once, so even though it was hard to do, she’d share bites of her chocolate with other people. I also made sure to give extra thought to the regular, daily letter that would arrive on Valentine’s Day: Jamie, In the beginning of our relationship I criticized your expectations in a boyfriend. I told you that you watched too many movies and lived in a fantasy world. In a way I was asking you to settle. Even through our arguments about what was realistic and what was a fairy tale, I did everything I could to be your prince in a world where I saw you as the princess that you are. I was wrong to ever question you. Your standards never dropped and it forced me to rise up to the level needed to keep you. Like a storybook romance, I’ve defended your honor, showered you with love, worshipped the ground you walk on, and will faithfully wait for you while you’re away. You have made me a better man. Because of you I live a life I am proud of and have become the father, brother, son, and friend my family deserves. Your love has positively affected every aspect of my life. And for that I could never repay you. But I will happily be forever yours, paying off my debt and love for years to come. Like your favorite movie, Beauty and the Beast, a tale as old as time, we are living proof that fantasy can be reality. Love always and forever, Noah I’d never been that outwardly romantic before. I’d never worn my feelings on my sleeve quite like I did with her.

She likes what all women like. Consideration, thoughtfulness, a man who will worship the very ground she walks on. Who could not bear to live if she was not in his life. A man who would sacrifice what he wants most for her.” He stared. “You sound like you’re reading from a romantic novel.” “You asked what women want and there you have it.” She shrugged. “For most women, such a man is only found between the pages of a novel. They are forced to settle for far less.

Philippa Hume, my dearest wife, I love you with every beat of my heart and every breath I take.” To her astonishment, his deep voice cracked with emotion. He sucked in an unsteady breath before he continued. “And to hear that you’re having my baby makes me the happiest man since time began. I bless the day you came into my life and I thank whatever grace allowed me to make you mine. You’re the center of my life and I worship the ground you walk on.

19 For the people shall dwell in Zion at Jerusalem: thou shalt weep no more: he will be very gracious unto thee at the voice of thy cry; when he shall hear it, he will answer thee. 20 And though the Lord give you the bread of adversity, and the water of affliction [even though you go through some trying times], yet shall not thy teachers [thy teacher, the Lord] be removed into a corner any more, but thine eyes shall see thy teachers: 21 And thine ears shall hear a word behind thee, saying, This is the way, walk ye in it, when ye turn to the right hand, and when ye turn to the left [you will be surrounded with guidance and truth]. 22 Ye shall defile [cease to worship] also the covering of thy graven images of silver [your graven images covered with silver], and the ornament of thy molten images of gold: thou shalt cast them away as a menstruous cloth [they will be totally repulsive to you]; thou shalt say unto it, Get thee hence [you will shudder at the thought of idol worship]. 23 Then shall he give the rain of thy seed, that thou shalt sow the ground withal [you will prosper]; and bread of the increase of the earth, and it shall be fat and plenteous: in that day shall thy cattle feed in large pastures [things will go well when Israel repents and is gathered]. 24 The oxen likewise and the young asses that ear the ground [work the ground in agriculture] shall eat clean provender [hay], which hath been winnowed with the shovel and with the fan. 25 And there shall be upon every high mountain, and upon every high hill, rivers and streams of waters in the day of the great slaughter, when the towers fall [when your enemies have been destroyed]. 26 Moreover the light of the moon shall be as the light of the sun, and the light of the sun shall be sevenfold, as the light of seven days [everything will be better than you can imagine], in the day that the LORD bindeth up the breach of his people, and healeth the stroke of their wound [Christ heals when people repent].

Well,” I said pleasantly, “if you know a way to make a database hurry up, I’m sure we’d all love to hear it.” “Goddamn it, you’re not even trying!” she said. I will freely admit that nine times out of ten, I would have had a little more patience with Deborah’s patently impossible request and rotten attitude. But with things as they were lately, I really didn’t want to knuckle my forehead and leap into worshipful compliance. I took a deep breath instead and spoke with audible patience and steely control. “Deborah. I am doing my job the best I can. If you think you can do it better, then please feel free to try.” She ground her teeth even harder, and for a moment I thought the canines might splinter and burst through her cheeks. But happily for her dental bill, they did not. She just glared at me instead, and then nodded her head twice, very hard. “All right,” she said. And then she turned around and walked rapidly away without even looking back at me to snarl one last time. I sighed. Perhaps I should have stayed home in bed, or at least checked my horoscope. Nothing seemed to be going right. The whole world was slightly off-kilter, leaning just a bit out of its normal axis. It had a strange and mean tint to it, too, as if it had sniffed out my fragile mood and was probing for further weakness. Ah,

Then we'll drink and online shop for the perfect dress that will make him regret every decision that didn't end with him worshipping the ground you walk on. Deal?

...the cat stopped laughin' and hissed, who you calling Cat human I am a Familiar, I am a being of power, intelligence and presence and you dirty cretin should worship the ground I walk upon.

But outside this room, Maddie, you fucking own me. I will worship the very ground you walk on if you’ll only let me.

Rachel picked up the twenty. “I’ll get your change.” He shook his head. “None needed, Miss Rachel. You keep Max happy, and there’s more where that came from. You’ll have a whole town worshipping the ground you walk on if Max Harper is even twenty percent less of an asshole.

I want to be the ground you walk on; I want to worship at your feet and between your knees. I want to make you hum in anticipation from a single glance across a crowded room.” My knees began to shake, and I gripped his arm for support. The room began to disappear around us as he said, “I want to be the one you trust and the one you turn to. I crave your body, I long for your mind, and I weep at your touch. If you let me, I am yours, Renata Orion. Body, mind, and soul.

Trees are superheroes of the climate fight. They inhale CO2 and exhale oxygen, filtering out air pollution with each breath. They suck up water from the ground and sweat it out through their leaves, which cools the air (think of them as mini air conditioners). And of course, they provide shade to all creatures great and small, as well as to the soil around them, which helps to reduce water loss through evaporation. As anyone who has taken a walk through a city park knows, they also offer mental health benefits to stressed-out urbanites. Trees are our deep-time evolutionary companions, fellow living things that we have spent millions of years leaning against, climbing, and worshipping.

I’ll fucking worship the ground you walk on. I never meant to hurt you, Lena, I swear it.

I haven’t hated you for a fucking second. I have been worshipping the ground you walk on since you were a brat to me at six fucking years old. I have wanted a rise out of you, loved pissing you off, that is true,” he says with a shrug, his mouth forming that fucking smirk that has pissed me off for years. “But, I haven’t hated you, I just wanted to influence you, to get a reaction, because you are on my goddamn mind so often. You consume me, Autumn. My every fucking thought, all the time, and I hate the idea that I’m nothing to you.

Wren burst out laughing and moved to my side before sliding her arm around mine. “I think you and I are going to get along just fine, Nyra. At least I’ll have someone on my side who doesn’t worship the ground Dacre walks on.”  “Trust me, that will never happen.”  She tightened her hold on me as she turned us down a long hallway. “I’ll hold you to that.

There are only three questions that matter in a relationship. Does he worship the ground you walk on? And is the sex good enough?

Any man who wouldn’t worship the ground this woman walks on is out of their fucking mind. Deep down, maybe that’s why I hold so much resentment toward my brother.

He sighed, staying crouched down. “Sweet omega, you are a gift. Those alphas don’t deserve you. You deserve a pack that will worship the ground you walk on and gives you whatever you want and need. Do you understand?

I Went Everywhere *** I went everywhere to search for God Even in worship places And in the old and modern cities But I could not find God When I came to know that God exists near to your aorta I felt and tried to find and look But no sign of visibility One day, I was walking in the streets I saw him at the corner of the street A father and a mother sitting With their two children A girl and a boy on the ground Wearing cracked old clothes Many people were passing near them But no one was paying attention I walked towards them They all looked at me, full of wonder And some hope I put my hand into my coat pocket And brought out all the coins I had And gave to them They looked at the coins and then told me With a cheerful smile, God bless you They all stood and went towards The shop to buy some food I felt like my whole body lightened The smiling of them Gave me a great impression of God I was becoming The real human that God created I found God.

I love Tarius. I love her because she is a woman. I love her because she is the Katabull. I love her because she is Tarius the Black. And do you know what, Father? She loves me. That wonderful, damn-near goddess-like person loves me. She worships the ground I walk on, and what is so damn awful about that?

You are so much more than some mail order bride, sweet Ginny. You belong to me. You always did, and I want to rut you until you’re filled with my calf, then I want to rut you more as you swell with my young, taste your delicious milk, and worship the very ground you walk on.

Just remember, there are a lot of people in this world who are extremely self-centered and only care about getting what they want. And if you can help them achieve that, then you will be in their lives. If not, you won't be. Whether they are looking for someone to run errands for them, entertain them, worship the ground they walk on…whatever. Don't be that person. Try to surround yourself with only people who care about you.

Now, tell me that you’ll make me the happiest man alive, by allowing me to love you every day of forever, to worship the ground that you walk on, to support you every day, to carry you when you’re tired and to make love to you every night…Tell me that you’ll go out into the light and make a proper life for yourself. Tell me that you’ll find something you want to do that will bring you joy, and that you’ll let me help you achieve your dreams…Tell me that you’ll support my dreams, and that you’ll love and support our children through whatever trials and tribulations they may go through…But mostly, I want you to tell me that you’ll agree to be my wife, to walk this path together with me, and promise me that you’ll never, ever, leave me or scare me like you did these past few weeks.