Chuck Bass Scarf Quotes & Sayings

It's kind of surprising, considering he spends most of his time in Vegas, playing poker (professionally, of all things), man-whoring, and tossing back his family's infamous Louisiana bourbon. That was his great-grandfather, Willard West's legacy. Hunter's father, Conrad West, after a long life in politics, is Secretary of State. He disapproves of Hunter's lifestyle, or so I've heard. — Ella James

Mimes! You can't tell me the devil doesn't have anything to do with mimes!-Paula, Holy Smokes — Katie MacAlister

Let me say for now that we knew once the Creation was broken, true fathering would be much more lacking than mothering. Don't misunderstand me, both are needed- but an emphasis on fathering is necessary because of the enormity of its absence — Wm. Paul Young

In its most limited sense, modern, art would seem to concern itself only with the technical innovations of the period. — Edward Hopper

When I lie on the beach there naked, which I do sometimes, and I feel the wind coming over me and I see the stars up above and I am looking into this very deep, indescribable night, it is something that escapes my vocabulary to describe. Then I think: 'God, I have no importance. Whatever I do or don't do, or what anybody does, is not more important than the grains of sand that I am lying on, or the coconut that I am using for my pillow.' So I really don't think in the long sense. — Marlon Brando

I got more mail than anybody on the history of The Today Show, but half of it was to get me off the air. — Willard Scott

Actors do tend to get pigeonholed. People want to know who you are so they can put you in a box. It's lovely to be known for such diametrically opposite roles. — Tom Hiddleston

Vibrizzio? You named it! Okay, this isn't even close to healthy. — Nicki Elson

thog no girly-orc, thog manly-orc who just happens to like figure skating! — Rich Burlew

This isn't over. I won't give up on you."
"I've given up on you," he said back, voice also soft. "Love fades. Mine has."
I stared at him in disbelief. All this time, he'd never phrased it like that. His protests had always been about some greater good, about the remorse he felt over being a monster of how it had scarred him from love. I've given up on you. Love fades. Mine has.
I backed up, the sting of those words hitting me as hard as if he'd slapped me. Something shifted in his features, like maybe he knew how much he'd hurt me. I didn't stick around to see. Instead, I pushed my way out of the aisle and ran out the doors in the back, afraid that if I stayed any longer, everyone in the church would see me cry. — Richelle Mead

Black bodies have become ornamental, haven't they? — Darnell Lamont Walker

At every place where we halted, did she mount the stage, and flourished her rusty arms, without being able to make one conquest. — Tobias Smollett