“Is it a man walking on the beach, winking at the girls and looking for going to bed? Is it someone who wears a lot of gold chains and rings and sits at the bar? Because this is not me! I am very, very Latin, but not so much lover.” MenGirlLoversWalkingBedGoldRingsBarsChainsBeachLatinWinkingWalking On The Beach Author:Antonio Banderas
“Like many people, I consider myself an incurable romantic, and there is a part of me that will always believe in walking off into the sunset to live happily ever after. When I was younger, like many children, I assumed I would get married, live in a nice house, and have a couple of kids. I also assumed this very traditional achievement would bring me endless happiness and romance. So much so, that during my college years I considered girls engaged by graduation to be the epitome of success. Perhaps needless to say, I was not one of those girls.” PeopleYearsBelieveChildrenKidsRomanceGirlHouseNiceCollegeCoupleWalkingAchievementMarriedEndlessTraditionalEngagedSunsetAlways BelieveHappily Ever AfterEver AfterEpitomeNice HouseCollege Years Book:'Till Death Do Us Part: Love, Marriage, and the Mind of the Killer Spouse Source: 'Till Death Do Us Part: Love, Marriage, and the Mind of the Killer Spouse
“Where I lived - winter and hard earth.I sat in my cold stone roomchoosing tough words, granite, flint,to break the ice. My broken heart -I tried that, but it skimmed,flat, over the frozen lake.She came from a long, long way,but I saw her at last, walking,my daughter, my girl, across the fields,In bare feet, bringing all spring's flowersto her mother's house. I swearthe air softened and warmed as she moved,the blue sky smiling, none too soon,with the small shy mouth of a new moon.” WayHeartLongHardEarthLastsMotherGirlHouseBreakSawsAirFeetSkyFieldsBrokenColdWalkingMoonSpringMouthsDaughterToughStonesBlueMovedWinterIceSatLakesShyFlatsMy DaughterFrozenLong WayBlue SkyMy GirlNew MoonGraniteBare FeetFrozen Lake Author:Carol Ann Duffy
“My son is 12 now, and is really getting into girls. A lot. But the thing about twelve year old boys is that they don't possess what I like to call that ... discretionary gene yet. We were walking home from the ballfield the other day and there was a woman walking towards us who was ... gifted. I saw them, and I saw him see them. But she was too close for me to go, "Dude, shut up." She hadn't walked two feet behind us and he goes "God dang, did you see the SIZE of those things?" And all I could say was "Yeah, I did!"” YearsTwoHomeHumorFunnyGirlBehindsBoysSawsFeetSonWalkingYeahSizeMy SonGenesTwelveShut UpGiftedWalking Home Author:Bill Engvall
“I'll see a beautiful girl walking up to me and I'll think, Oh, my God, I can't believe my good luck. But then she'll say, 'Where's your son?' or 'My mother loves you'.” ThinkingBelieveI CanAgeBeautifulMotherGirlLove YouSonWalkingLuckAgingBirthdayGood LuckYour Son50th BirthdayBeautiful GirlMother Love Author:James Caan