Abrasevic Quotes & Sayings

After all, the wool of a black sheep is just as warm. — Ernest Lehman

You agreed to the terms, but I'm going to re-iterate them in more serious and final words for you. Until this ends, my cock is the only cock you're allowed to have, your mouth belongs to me, and if you're ever wet and in need of pleasure, you'll wait until I'm available to give it to you. — Whitney G.

And those noises - " He rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and she gasped. "K-keep doing that, sweetheart, and I'm going to make this so worth your while. — Ruthie Knox

The girl was eighty percent kitten and twenty percent lioness, and he considered it his mission to make her roar. — Kitty French

She's so fucking beautiful it don't bear thinking about. I could hardly keep my eyes on the fucking road. I sort of felt like I was wasting time whenever I wasn't looking at her face. — Irvine Welsh

There is something at work in my soul, which I do not understand. — Mary Shelley

Artists hide their identities in the brushstrokes of their paintings, the verses in their cantos, and the sentences in their novels. The true face of an artist is never on his face and this is what he prefers. Others misunderstand this displaced melancholy with an absence of melancholy. — Bruce Crown

For many years I was the youngest among my mathematical friends. It makes me melancholy to realize that I now have become the oldest in most groups of scientists. — Stanislaw Ulam

Nailing him was like trying to thread a needle in a high wind. — Jack Dempsey

The road to climate stability is straight and the solutions simple, and yet scientists, economists, industrialists and politicians are busy making them complicated — Satish Kumar

If you record the sound of bacon in a frying pan and play it back, it sounds like the pops and cracks on an old 33 1/3 recording. Almost exactly like that. You could substitute it for that sound. — Tom Waits

they made themselves comfortable. — Hans Christian Andersen

I hope that the epitaph of the human race when the world ends will be: Here perished a species which lived to tell stories.
We tell stories to strangers to ingratiate ourselves, stories to lovers to better adhere us skin to skin, stories in our heads to banish the demons. When we tell truth, often we are callous; when we tell lies, often we are kind. Through it all, we tell stories, and we own an uncanny knack for the task. — Lyndsay Faye

The core of a soldier is moral discipline. It is intertwined with the discipline of physical and mental achievement. It motivates doing on your own what is right without prodding. It is an inner critic that refuses to tolerate less than your best. Total discipline overcomes adversity and physical stamina draws on an inner strength that says "drive on". — William G. Bainbridge

Running is one the best solutions to a clear mind. — Sasha Azevedo