A Quote by Judith McNaught

Now they are empty, Ramon replied with a shrug of broad, muscled shoulders on his six-foot-three-inch frame....For the first time, a glint of humor touched Ramon Galverra's finely sculpted mouth and arrogant dark eyes.
And Derek was... what? A pair of dark eyes that hid more than they revealed and some broad shoulders and a mouth that could be cold and thin and then suddenly widen into a generous grin just when you thought such a thing was impossible.
You need to look hot now that you've got three guys giving you the eye."" Three?" "Sweet blue-eyed blond trapper... Muscled blond trapper number two, who buys you cards... And that gorgeous, 'Where have you been all my life' dude with the raven-black hair and dark eyes.
He is Razor Ramon. His athletic ability and mind for business... he knew how to connect. He connected with millions around the world.
I was Razor Ramon, and I started the nWo.
I used to be six foot four. Now that I'm old, I slouch. So, I'm six foot three.
I was six foot one inch when I started fighting, but with all the uppercuts I'm up to six foot five inches.
My first match was against Razor Ramon. I lost. Come to think about it, I lost a lot back in those days.
I am a five-foot six-inch, dark, ordinary-looking man. People didn't imagine that I would make it.
I've always had an athletic frame, both my brother and I inherited it from our dad. All three of us are tall, with broad shoulders, muscular legs and a fast metabolism.
When I was a little kid, I'd always go to WWE shows and I was a huge fan of Razor Ramon.
What are they waiting to see?" Sam follows my gaze and I shrug. "Who knows? You could always do a dance, or tell a joke, or... kiss the bride?" "Not the bride," he wraps his arms around me, and gradually pulls me close. Our noses are practically touching. I can see right into his eyes. I can feel the warmth of his skin. "you." Me. "The girl who stole my phone." His lips brush across the corner of my mouth. "The thief." "It was in a bin." "Still stealing." "No it isn't-," I begin. But now his mouth is firmly on mine, and I can't speak at all. And suddenly, life is good.
The first record we put out on Fueled by Ramon, 'The Papercut Chronicles,' we had no idea what the term 'producer' meant. It was just us writing songs, and we are trying to go back to that - singing in a room and vibing off each other.
I like the way that Dexter mixed humor, dark humor and tragedy, in a way I don't think that I've seen another show do. To handle those tonal shifts with so much confidence. Normally, you can mix humor and dark humor, you can mix dark humor and tragedy, but to mix all three... There are just moments with Robin and Reuben, the next door neighbors, that are just funny.
Eleanor's hair caught fire at dawn. Her eyes were dark and shining, and his arms were sure of her. The first time he touched her hand, he'd known.
When I'm in the ring, I'm doing great. As Razor Ramon or the 'Bad Guy,' I don't have a care in the world. But when I come back through the curtain, reality is there waiting.
Jealous?' Luce asked. They were alone now. She threw her arms around his broad shoulders and looked deep into his violet eyes. 'Why would you be jealous?' 'Because,' he said, rubbing his hands across her back. 'Your dance card is full. For all eternity.
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