True leaders are like statues, whether it rains or it shines, they never bend their necks to look backwards! They never run away from challenges!
I am bound to her with cables that not even God can break. One day, if there is a soft breeze on her cheek, it may be my breath; one night, if the cool wind...
Love your neighbor… and in doing so, do it as you love yourself! Take up the loads that will cause your neighbor a neck pain; don’t put a heavy cross over his/her neck!
…this refinement and delicacy were what Cale adored; but Cale had been beaten into shape, hammered in dreadful fires of fear and pain. How could she be with him for long? A secret part of...
The past is far behind. If you still want to look at it, you will painfully stretch your neck muscles. Don’t live in the past, leave the past, but learn from it.
Shaq got into a scrap with one of my teammates, … and I got tired of everybody separating them, so I went over and said, ‘Why don’t you guys stop [messing around] and just fight?’...
Spare the stress on your neck muscles… Looking backward takes more energy; it’s more painful than looking forward! Go ahead!
Take chance standout. You can only have your head above waters if you stick your neck out a bit. It’s time to take off… Dare to rise!
Never stretch your neck to see who is not doing it big. Look into your bosom, and realize that you can do it bigger! Go, create a brighter picture!
Don’t stretch your neck to see who is not doing it; you can do it better! Don’t turn to watch whoever is watching you; everybody is busily watching over his own actions at hand! Go,...
To feel your arms around me…to feel your breath on my neck…is pleasure in itself. It is home.
I could scarf down a scarf faster than I could eat any other throat warmer, with the possible exception of your clenched hands around my neck.
The world is all the richer for having a devil in it, so long as we keep our foot upon his neck.
My neck size is about the size of both of my girlfriend’s clenched hands. They say strangulation is a crime of passion, and I say it’s the sign of romance in a relationship.
my love is a winter’s mistgently dissolvingthrough the windowat the nape of your neck.
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