Gwen and I have four children and ten grandchildren.— David Wilkerson
Attractive Gwen quotations
I don't want people running around saying Gwen Brooks's work is intellectual.
That makes people think instantly about obscurity. It shouldn't have to mean that, but it often seems to.
I'd like to say I'd like to be as big as a Gwen or a Madonna, but I think those days of achieving that level are over. The media is bringing everybody down.
My style icons were Gwen Stefani, when she was in No Doubt, and then Shirley Manson in Garbage.
Gwen smiled. "Hardly. Bedraggled is being in the full throes of nicotine withdrawal, and after a week on a bus with a group of senior citizens, falling into a cave, and landing on a body." "And then getting tossed back a few centuries, with no idea of what's going on," Chloe agreed. "Naked, too, weren't you?" Gwen nodded wryly. Gabby blinked. "I gave you my plaid," Drustan protested indignantly.
That's impossible," Gwen gasped. "The fastest I've ever run on a treadmill was ten and a half minutes and I nearly died. And it was only one mile. I had to rest for hours and eat chocolate to revive myself.
Gwen Cassidy needed a man. Desperately. Failing that, she'd settle for a cigarette.
What have you stuffed in your pants, MacKeltar?" she demanded.
"Nothing that wasn't God-given," he replied stiffly. Gwen stared. "There's no way that's part of you. You must have gotten a sock or something stuck. Oh, my." She pried her gaze from his groin.
You have splendid breasts, lass," he purred, cupping the plump mounds.
"Splendid," he repeated stupidly, and she almost laughed. Men loved breasts any shape or form, they just loved them. -Drustan to Gwen
His heavy-lidded gaze reflected a languor that had nothing to do with having just awakened, and there was no doubt what was on his mind. But this is no safe cherry picker, Gwen thought, growing more concerned by the moment. This man looks like a cherry tree chopper-downer.
CNN anchor Gwen Scott claimed it is common knowledge that Turner sits in his office and smokes marijuana.
I'd like to do something with Michael Buble, Harry Connick Jr.
, Tim McGraw, Justin Timberlake, and Gwen Stefani.
There's so much I'm interested in that I didn't discover in high school.
For 'The Amazing Spider-Man', because Gwen is a scientist, we went to a lab in San Diego, and we were learning about biology. And I'm fascinated! Because I never went to biology class in high school.
I do not give a damn what I look like, I don't.
I wish I could pay attention because Gwen Stefani, say, looks flawless. Of course, when I'm on red carpets, I'm nervous, sweaty, and weird.
Being famous is just like being in high school.
But I'm not interested in being the cheerleader. I'm not interested in being Gwen Stefani. She's the cheerleader, and I'm out in the smoker shed.
It's like a relay race of being ignored.
It is really challenging, but whenever I get asked that stuff, I feel really self-conscious about it. I feel really lucky because we have a lot of help. When I first began to be a dad with Gwen [Stefani], I was amazed at what she went through.
I’ve never cheated on a lover. I’m faithful, always. But the war comes before anyone’s feelings. Every time.” Wow. Battle before love. Without a doubt, he was the most unromantic male she’d ever met. Even more so than her great-grandfather, who had laughingly burned her great-grandmother to death after she’d given birth to Gwen’s grandmother.
THE WOMAN WAS GOING TO KILL HIM, and not because she was stronger and more vicious than he was. Which, if he thought about it, she was. He’d never ripped a man’s throat out with his teeth, and he was damned impressed that Gwen had. She’d made the Lords of the Underworld look like marshmallows.
Demon?” Gwen gasped out. Her back jerked ramrod-straight, and her face leeched of color. “Did you just say demon?” Oh, uh…did I say that?” Strider once again glanced around the plane helplessly. “No, no. I think I said seaman.
I am a huge fan of Gwen Stefani.
When Eve ate the apple her knowledge increased.
But God liked dumb women so Paradise ceased. Gwen Goodnight. Her Work.
If you can't be a good example, you'll just have to be a horrible warning." -Gwen Goodnight
I know that look. What are you up to, Gwen?" "What makes you think I'm up to something?" The Valkyrie snorted. "You're breathing, aren't you?
I know that maniacal twinkle in your eye. You're up to something Gwen," he said.
I wouldn't say hate, exactly. You're kind of like fungus, Gwen. After a while, you just start growing on people.
I have a lot of different influences.
Everything from Maroon 5, Gwen Stefani, The Clash, Kanye West - just a lot of different artists.
Gwen?" "Yes." "You know why we have to be together, don't you?" "..." "I'm your selkie.
I love Gwen Stefani's style, I think she's dope.
Gwen Ifill and Judy Woodruff are the best. You won't have me ever say a bad word about them.
How did you learn to drive like that?" Gwen yelled over the howl of six hundred horses. "Watching Jacks." She gunned the engine and slipped around another car. "What?" "You know, watching his shifting." Gwen gasped. "You've been looking at his SHIFTER?