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- We're number one in domestic violence homicides. We also have a high rate of alcohol abuse and drug abuse and there's a high lethality rate…
- I represent an affluent district, but when I worked to form my county's first battered-women's shelter, some nights there were no beds left. Violence against…
- For money you can have everything it is said. No, that is not true. You can buy food, but not appetite; medicine, but not health;…
- Clyde Phillip Wachsberger's delightful memoir about tending beds of flowers as compensation for a lonely middle age only to find unexpected romance along the way…
- Help, please, who wishes!I'm not englishspeaker, write poetry for children to help them to learn lang., Can natives speak in such way? In the midst…
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- Real women wait until a man leaves the other woman and has no doubts, before letting him into her bed. Bitches dont care and let…
- If you look into your own mind, which are you, Don Quixote or Sancho Panza? Almost certainly you are both. There is one part of…
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- We're introducing separate rooms with double beds in all of our planes so people can actually go with their partner and have… — Richard Branson
- When there are people crying in the streets, When they're starving for a meal to eat, When they simply need a place… — 3 Doors Down
- I walk up a dune to a beach and look out to sea, but it's 100km away. The ships lie askew in… — A. A. Gill
- To be a woman and a writer is double mischief, for the world will slight her who slights "the servile house," and… — Dilys Laing
- We are not retreating, we are advancing in another direction. We sleep safely in our beds because rough men stand ready in… — George Orwell
- And I will make thee beds of roses, And a thousand fragrant posies. — Marie Antoinette
- English Bohemianism is a curiously unluscious fruit. ... Inside this hothouse, huge lascivious orchids slide sensuously up the sweating windows, passion-flowers cross-pollinate… — Alan Coren
- To be shelterless and alone in the open country, hearing the wind moan and watching for day through the whole long weary… — Charles Dickens