Clamato Beer Quotes & Sayings

I avoid going through places where there's too much poverty. — Loretta Lynn

A piece of work that will make sick men whole. — William Shakespeare

If you grow a garden you are going to shed some sweat, and you are going to spend some time bent over; you will experience some aches and pains. But it is in the willingness to accept this discomfort that we strike the most telling blow against the power plants and what they represent. — Wendell Berry

Discover why you're important, then refuse to settle for anyone who doesn't completely agree. — Fisher Amelie

Nykyrian shifted to one side of the door frame. "Stop stalling, asshole. Do you honestly think I'd be stupid enough to stand here until your partner comes up behind me?" He snapped his fingers.
An unconscious man was shoved through the door. Pitala cursed.
"I really hate taking out the trash." Syn joined Nykyrian as he wiped his hands together.
-Nykyrian, Pitala, & Syn — Sherrilyn Kenyon

How wonderful it is to play with someone you feel very close to. — Emanuel Ax

My thoughts are free to roam back to the way she leaned her head on my arm for a split second, as if wishing she could let herself go, let herself lean farther. But she didn't, and I can't help but respect her for that, even I know her strength is false, propped up by the shaky girders of Old Man Jack. One day soon, those girders will collapse, and her world will crumble, and I know I have to be there when that happens. — Jasinda Wilder

This morning I had these fluttery butterflies in my stomach that were making me feel SUPERnauseous — Rachel Renee Russell

My life is a monument to procrastination, to the art of putting things off until later, or much later, or possibly never. — Craig Brown

A prose writer gets tired of writing prose, and wants to be a poet. So he begins every line with a capital letter, and keeps on writing prose. — Samuel McChord Crothers

There's always pressure but I change that pressure into motivation. — Lyoto Machida

Shall I loose you from your cage?"
The words, laden with sensual promise, weakened her. He was offering her all the adventure and excitement she'd ever wanted- the things she could not commit to her list, could not admit to herself, even in her most personal of moments. How could she refuse?
She nodded her assent.
It was all he needed.
He slowly unraveled the long, linen bindings, pushing away her hands as she reached to help him. "No," he said, his voice full of promise and possessiveness, "you are my gift. I shall unwrap you. — Sarah MacLean