Agadap Quotes & Sayings

Poetry is indispensable - if I only knew what for. — Jean Cocteau

I'll tell you what, I've been in some seriously bad places playing golf and it's just part of the game. — Tiger Woods

You're making fun of your bride on her wedding night?" His expression straightened and his brow smoothed as I ran my greedy hand down his chest. "Of course I am." "What kind of monster are you?" I teased, lightly scratching his stomach. His answering smile tilted up one half of his perfect mouth. "The kind that's going to fuck you so hard it'll look like your legs were put on backwards. — Christina Lauren

Being a Humanist means trying to behave decently without expectation of rewards or punishment after you are dead. — Kurt Vonnegut

I was about two years old when I first started drawing recognizable characters. — Seth MacFarlane

I'll tell you what I think in general about people who want to make their Broadway debut that are not trained stage actors. Don't they know, Broadway ain't for sissies? It is a tough gig. You are responsible, physically, mentally, emotionally, for eight shows a week, at the top of your game. It's not easy. — Patti LuPone

The horror came as I realized that, for what he had done, the child in me was right to blame him entirely, and the adult in me blamed him not at all. — Rebecca Coleman

Luckily I had just finished a Marvel film so I was already in a training mentality and then this movie happened and I was really just trying to focus on like as much cardio as possible because in this film I do a lot of running and a lot of running in 100 degree heat in Austinit was like a sprintit was very much like all one shot running around, sprinting. So I had to build up my cardio to be able to get to that place and also not to like, die. — Cobie Smulders

Old is always fifteen years from now. — Bill Cosby

I've got a mind to turn you over my knee and spank the spoiled hell out of you — Larissa Ione

The fire had burned to coals and he lay looking up at the stars in their places and the hot belt of matter that ran the chord of the dark vault overhead and he put his hands on the ground at either side of him and pressed them against the earth and in that coldly burning canopy of black he slowly turned dead center to the world, all of it taut and trembling and moving enormous and alive under his hands.
What's her name? said Rawlins in the darkness.
Alejandra. Her name is Alejandra. — Cormac McCarthy