Mehow Afton Quotes

Perhaps I love happy endings because I have been created for one. Heaven. ~ Afton Rorvik

We hope we have it contained. So far, it looks as though Afton, Wyoming, and Cedar City and Kanab in Utah are the only hot spots. ~ Marc Cameron

Being first to ask for help in a friendship takes courage and humility. ~ Afton Rorvik

Dying and living, weeping and laughing--all parts of our existence here on earth. What would happen in your friendships if together you embraced the hard parts of life and did not fear weeping together? ~ Afton Rorvik

finer than he ever had. He wore a white lab coat, overlaid with a faint haze of blue sexual energy, and did he usually have that many shirt ~ Afton Locke

and used it to propel her tightening pussy back onto another deep thrust. She felt herself stretch in every direction, pulling aside curled flesh and exposing raw, electric nerves that might have sent ~ Afton Locke

Pearl swallowed hard. "I thought you were going to stay away." His voice sounded just as strangled as hers. "I tried. ~ Afton Locke

Hot. Tropical, damp climates always made the skin sticky and hot. Feverishly so. Sometimes, I thought my very flesh would melt and hang from my bones like Spanish moss. In Paris I whirled in lightness and freedom . . . flinging the past away until I felt cool and alive again. But . . . the oppression came back, didn't it? I shivered, it still held me down, sucked my breath away. ~ Parris Afton Bonds

When storms come, we naturally want to run. What might happen in your friendship if you learned instead to stay put when storm hit? ~ Afton Rorvik

Flow gently, sweet Afton,
amang thy green braes,
Flow gently, I'll sing thee
a song in thy praise;
My Mary's asleep
by thy murmuring stream,
Flow gently, sweet Afton,
disturb not her dream.

Thou stock dove whose echo
resounds thro' the glen,
Ye wild whistly blackbirds
in yon thorny den,
Thou green crested lapwing
thy screaming forbear,
I charge you, disturb not
my slumbering fair.

How lofty, sweet Afton,
thy neighboring hills,
Far mark'd with the courses
of clear winding rills;
There daily I wander
as noon rises high,
My flocks and my Mary's
sweet cot in my eye.

How pleasant thy banks
and green valleys below,
Where, wild in the woodlands,
the primroses blow;
There oft, as mild evening
weeps over the lea,
The sweet-scented birk shades
my Mary and me.

Thy crystal stream, Afton,
how lovely it glides,
And winds by the cot where
my Mary resides;
How wanton thy waters
her snowy feet lave,
As, gathering sweet flowerets,
she stems thy clear wave.

Flow gently, sweet Afton,
amang thy green braes,
Flow gently, sweet river,
the theme of my lays;
My Mary's asleep
by thy murmuring stream,
Flow gently, sweet Afton,
disturb not her dreams. ~ Robert Burns