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By taking good care of your posture now, you will enjoy and savor lifelong health benefits and beauty.

The Universe has your back. Instead of trying to control the outcome, just enjoy the journey.

Hands. Cheeks. Eyes. Lips.Neck. Ears.Thighs.Heart. Soul.Ahh!the things I get tosavor you with.

I wish to stay drenchedforeverin those rain-blue eyesin those...soul-reaching crystalsnot moving a musclenor breathingjustsavoringthis turquoise acheagainst my heart.

And that afternoon, as the sun slanted low through the changing autumn leaves, I remembered to savor the moment, soak in the beauty, breathe deeply and feel the immensity of God.

The greatest prayers that I could ever utter come from the heart. And when I pray that way, I rarely need to open my mouth. Therefore, maybe I should think about talking less.

I've always believed in savoring the moments. In the end, they are the only things we'll have.

Be it tart or sweet, always savor the moment. You'll not taste one just like it again.

To __top and smell the roses_ we must first believe that there__ a rose garden out there somewhere. And in this jaded world of ours, the refusal to believe in gardens leaves most of us ref of roses.

We should learn to savor some moments to let time feel worth existing

I think we are wise, we English speakers, to savor accents. They teach us things about our own tongue.

One might trouble one's dainty snout with a whiff of the taleggio displayed in an artisanal cheese shop, or take a saucer of jasmine tea and a knuckle of fennel-scented snuff at a counter of buffed Big Nothing granite. But there was a want in these ladies yet, and it was for the rude life of youth.

it is to be savored like a seabreeze-whispereddream...in the mysteriousblue minutesbefore dawnlike a secretinfatuation.... like slowlanguorous sipsof green tea... like a lingeringglimpsea self-wrappedparadiselike his name upon my lips.

kisses happenwhen my morning blueberry muffin sails slowly upon my savoring tongue.

for all I can really do isstand herein September__ rainsavoring_soaking it all inslipping..and simplyholding on to poetryfor dear life.

Starting over begins when I develop a reawakened appreciation for what I already have, a renewed recognition of what I__e recklessly forsaken, a rehabilitated understanding that I foolishly do both of those things, and a revitalized commitment to live the rest of my life never doing either of them again.

Celebrate the journey. It__ not all about the destination. Savor all of your successes, even the small ones.

savorwith methe lushnessof a lingering sleep...and last night__dream.