A girl should be two things: classy and fabulous.

If you can make a girl laugh, you can make her do anything.

Food insecurity and hunger are serious threats to children’s health, growth, and development. The idea of not being able to put plentiful, nutritious food on the table for my girls is a horrifying thought.

Then the fear all humans felt when met with Death’s gaze came over his face. That’s right buddy, I’m Death, now move away from my girl.

When I get up and work out, I’m working out just as much for my girls as I am for me, because I want them to see a mother who loves them dearly, who invests in them, but who also invests in herself. It’s just as much about letting them know as young women that it is okay to put yourself a little higher on your priority list.

My girl, the brunette, has an unbelievable ass that you read about.

Please do not strain yourself, Miss Doyle. I won’t have my girls going cross-eyed in the name of art.

You are my girlfriend,” whispered Matthew. ” You’re my girl and I’m your guy, and you’re my girl and I’m your guy. Let’s not fight.” -pg 126

Her little shoulders drove me mad; I hugged her and hugged her. And she loved it. ‘I love love,’ she said, closing her eyes. I promised her beautiful love. I gloated over her. Our stories were told; we subsided into silence and sweet anticipatory thoughts. It was as simple as that. You could have all your Peaches and Bettys and Marylous and Ritas and Camilles and Inezes in this world; this was my girl and my kind of girlsoul, and I told her that.

That’s my girl,” she said, her eyes holding a shared pain as she saw my confusion. “Al, where are you going to put her? Not in your room. She’d pull a line through you and kill you when you hog the blankets. I’ll take the waif in. I promise I’ll bring this one up properly.

At times , he didn’t understand the meaning of the Koran’s words . But he said he liked the enhancing sounds the arabic words made as they rolled off his tongue . He said they comforted him , eased his heart . “They’ll comfort you too . Mrariam jo , ” he said . “You can summon then in your time of your need , and they won’t fail you . God’s words will never betray you , my girl . (pg.17)

Well now, I’d rather have you than a dozen boys, Anne,’ said Matthew patting her hand. ‘Just mind you that — rather than a dozen boys. Well now, I guess it wasn’t a boy that took the Avery scholarship, was it? It was a girl — my girl — my girl that I’m proud of.

…there was only one thing that interested her and that was getting into bed with men whenever she’d the chance. And I warned her straight. ‘You’ll be sorry one day, my girl, and wish you’d got me back’.

I know it. I know I shall make beastly mistakes, Father-” “The world does not forgive mistakes so quickly, my girl.” He sounds bitter and sad. “If the world will not forgive me,” I say softly, “I shall have to learn to forgive myself.” He nods in understanding. “And how will you marry? Or do you intend to marry?” I think of Kartik, and tears threaten. “I shall meet someone one day, as Mother found you.

Instead of idleness, vanity, or an intellect formed by the spoon-feeding of others, my girls have acquired energy, industry, and independence.

And I tell you, having girls has made me a much better man. I have friends who are fathers, but they only have boys, and they have the same attitude toward women they always had, you know? And I don’t play that… My girls, you mess with them? I will bury you underground.

I’ve raised my girls in a sort of genderless fashion. I mean, I’ll take them to get their nails done – I actually love doing that – but I also play ball with them. As a result, my girls are tough and athletic and game for everything.

When I was in college my girl got me a job at the doctor’s office she was working at. I was a file clerk. No disrespect but I don’t think a man can do that job. It takes so much meticulous and precise file-keeping.

Both of my girls have very high self-esteem because they were both able to master certain things; I should think that’s good for their confidence.

It’s not beauty but fine qualities, my girl, that keep a husband.

I have a reputation for being cold and aloof, but I’m so not that woman. I’m passionate. I love my girls, being with my girlfriends, getting involved with issues that affect other women and children who are suffering.

Our life is all about the choices we make, and when I was looking for a mate for life, I really was looking for someone who was a family man, somebody who would embrace my girls as much as they were going to embrace me. I guess I just wasn’t finished having children yet.

I miss Saturday morning, rolling out of bed, not shaving, getting into my car with my girls, driving to the supermarket, squeezing the fruit, getting my car washed, taking walks.

I wouldn’t like to see a chick of mine taking her clothes off and kissing a fellow on screen. And my girls must get very hurt when they see me doing it.

I got a Valentine’s Day card from my girl. It said, ‘Take my heart! Take my arms! Take my lips!’ Which is just like her. Keeping the best part for herself.

Vella looked around. “This is really a revolting place, Yarblek,” she told him. “You’ve been spending too much time with Porenn,” he said. “You’re starting to get delicate.” “How would you like to have me gut you?” she offered. “That’s my girl.

I’m sitting in the drive-through and I’ve got my three girls in the back and this station comes on and it’s playing “Jailhouse Rock,” the original version, and my girls are jumping up and down, going nuts. I’m looking around at them and they’ve heard Dad’s music all the time and I don’t see that out of them.

As much as I love food, I’d have to save my girls!

I turn my girl on like fifty shades of grey.

The biggest thing in my life right now is my girlfriend. I love this girl. I know I love her because she told me.

I don’t know so much about my boys, but my girls, they all work with me. They know how to work. My daughters know it’s not done till it’s done, even if it’s three or four in the morning. I don’t want them to grow up with entitlement.

How would I treat a girl if she was my girlfriend? I`m a really affectionate person and I like being a gentleman.

I think that mentoring is such a critical part of the role I can play in my position. I see how little bits of exposure and big bits of exposure really change my girls significantly, and I want that for more girls around the country and the world.

Even though I take care of the mom stuff, I’ve maintained my own individuality with my own projects, and I think our girls see that I’m not just the mom or the wife.

I’ve always been the go-to girl for all of my girlfriends in terms of relationship advice or clothing advice.

I used to be in love with Sandra Bullock when I was growing up. Sandy B. was my girl. I remember seeing Speed when I was in seventh grade and just thinking, ‘That’s her.’

By the 1970s, pornography had caught up with The Block, where performers were totally in the nude. I wasn’t going to do that, and I certainly wasn’t about to let my girls do it. After all, I’m religious, and if my mother knew I was performing in the nude, she would have had a heart attack.

Music is my girlfriend, pretty much. It’s makes it a little difficult, but I’m always looking, looking for the right girl.

I’ve always been able to write rhymes and that would be like when you consult with your girl. When I’m mad and s – t like that I would throw headphones on and close my room door, when I’m mad I just close the door with my girl and f – k her. In so many different ways hip-hop has been like my girl and it’s always been there to hold me down.

After making love I said to my girl, “Was it good for you too?” And she said, “I don’t think this was good for anybody.”

The designer side of me has many ideas on how the shoes or woman should look, but the man is thinking ‘would I want to see my girl in those shoes?’

I’m playing second fiddle to Justin Bieber – Bieber Fever is sweeping our house, and my girls have made it clear I’m no longer their favourite man.

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.

I mean, is ‘fat’ really the worst thing a human being can be? Is ‘fat’ worse than ‘vindictive’, ‘jealous’, ‘shallow’, ‘vain’, ‘boring’ or ‘cruel’? Not to me I’d rather [my daughters] were independent, interesting, idealistic, kind, opinionated, original, funny – a thousand things, before ‘thin’. Let my girls be Hermiones, rather than Pansy Parkinsons.

I use as high SPF as I can get, and I live under a hat like a mushroom all the time. Someone said they’re worried about their kids getting older and doing drugs, and I got this look of horror on my face and thought, ‘What if my girls don’t wear hats?’ But at 13 months old, they could say ‘hat.

You know my girls are so funny. You’re out in the country and there are critters everywhere and they get a little like, ‘Oh my God! Oh no, bugs!’ and I had to say, ‘Honey this is fine. This is their world and it’s all part of being in the country.’ I realized, ‘Oh my God, my girls are really city girls.’

Me and my girl split the buffet at KFC.

Take a look at my girlfriend, she’s the only one I got. Not much of a girl friend, never seem to get a lot.

When the baby is older take the diapers off, my girl is gonna do the Slop.

Can’t wait to show my girls he sucked the piss out of my pussy.