A Quote by Christina Aguilera

I stray away from formulaic, the formatted. — © Christina Aguilera
I stray away from formulaic, the formatted.
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Because people really got tired, too, of the same old formatted sort of thing, and the same old formatted music.
There is a general impression that if a man has a sexy wife or girlfriend, he won't stray. Men don't need a reason to stray - they do it anyway.
If the entire script feels formulaic, then you know that the film will be like that. But if it's a really interesting script, and the character happens to be formulaic, then maybe there's a way of making them more interesting.
If with me you'd fondly stray Over the hills and far away.
One airball is not going to stray away from me shooting a few more.
I have to deal with seven ex-stray dogs, and one ex-stray cat. One dog is nearing nineteen years old. Before I go to teach, he likes for me to tell him bedtime stories.
The one who does not stray away from her/his nature will live long.
Every time I stray away from the Lord's word, I find emptiness and darkness.
Resentments are like stray dogs,if you don't pet them, they will go away.
But I was thinking about this, the Obamas want to adopt a stray dog from the pound. And I think that is admirable. I believe the last president to bring a stray dog into the White House got impeached.
However far fiction writers stray from their own lives and experiences - and I stray pretty far from mine - I think, ultimately, that we may be writing what we need to write in some way, albeit unconsciously.
I have been writing my blog for several years. Whenever I have written about pertinent subjects, no one has supported them. For instance, the stray dog menace. I cycle in the morning every day, and I am still scared of stray dog attacks.
Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh.
Tie my handlebars to the stars so I stay on track & if my intentions stray I'll wrench them away,then I'll take my leave & I won't even look back
They, who have no eyes in their face, are not called blind. They alone are blind, O Nanak, who stray away from their Lord.
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