Meaning of For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul. Quote by Judy Garland.
New Yorkers love it when you spill your guts out there. Spill your guts at Wimbledon and they make you stop and clean it up.
she slammed the door andwas gone.I looked at the closed doorand at the doorknoband strangelyI didn’t feelalone.
And I urge you to please notice when you are happy, and exclaim or murmur or think at some point, ‘If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is.
I love it. It’s a great atmosphere, and I love it like tonight, when the gym is packed and the crowd is crazy.
Fear less, hope more; Eat less, chew more; Whine less, breathe more; Talk less, say more; Love more, and all good things will be yours!