Cajoles Quotes & Sayings

Then take it all! Take my life! What care I now that the wench is gone! Damn her! Damn her fickle heart! Ah, man, I hate her! Fickle wife! She taunts me, seduces me, cajoles me, flees me, leaves me wanting her all the more. Have I no more will of my own?"
His voice broke, and he sobbed, hiding his face behind an arm flung across it. Shanna's throat tightened, and there was no ease for the ache in her breat. With tears of her own gathering in her eyes she tried to hush him. He heard none of her pleas, but lifted his hands and held them before his eyes, turning them, staring at them as if he had never seen them before.
"But still - I love her. I could take my freedom and fly - but she holds me bound to her." His hands became limp fists which slowly crumpled to his sides as he groaned listlessly. "I cannot stay. I cannot leave." His eyes closed, and swiftly the moment was gone.
Choking on a sob, Shanna bowed her head in abject misery. — Kathleen E. Woodiwiss

Hope was nothing but a vindictive bastard that took up residence inside and gave a false promise of something outside of your control. — Aleatha Romig

I've been running like this since I was seven. — Adrian Peterson

In nature we find not only that which is expedient, but also everything which is not so inexpedient as to endanger the existence of the species. — Konrad Lorenz

They say you can bear anything if you can tell a story about it. — Sue Monk Kidd

When one is on horsebacke hee knowes all things. — George Herbert

No art can develop until it penetrates deeply into the life of the people. — Meridel Le Sueur

Ontological questions are generally beside the point, hardly more than a form of harassment. — Noam Chomsky

I think the 1960s were really about consciousness, a unique moment when I became we. — Judith Nies

I'm only seven, although I died In Hiroshima long ago, I'm seven now as I was then - When children die, they do not grow. — Nazim Hikmet

It is in this matter that I fall foul of so many American writers on writing; they seem to think that writing is a confidence game by means of which the author cajoles a restless, dull-witted, shallow audience into hearing his point of view. Such an attitude is base, and can only beget base prose. — Robertson Davies

But she kept saying how brilliant he was. And he's all she talked about. And I fell in love with the image my cousin had of Mokund Thapa. I wanted to be like Mokund Thapa. One — Michael Lewis

Any time women come together with a collective intention, it's a powerful thing. Whether it's sitting down making a quilt, in a kitchen preparing a meal, in a club reading the same book, or around the table playing cards, or planning a birthday party, when women come together with a collective intention, magic happens. — Phylicia Rashad