Constelatii Definitie Quotes & Sayings

She felt powerless to withstand or deny him. He was altogether too much for her, and Bathsheba seemed as one who, facing a reviving wind, finds it to blow so strongly that it stops the breath. — Thomas Hardy

Slowly and imperceptibly old age comes creeping on. — Marcus Tullius Cicero

Well then, I guess I'm man enough to admit that I'm trying to get in touch with my inner bitch. — Elle Lothlorien

Before I could open any more pictures, I was interrupted by the ring of my cell phone. Scrambling for my purse, I fished out the phone, hoping the noise wouldn't wake the baby.
"Hello?"
"How's it going?" Dane asked.
I relaxed at the familiar voice. "I'm having a fling with a younger man," I told him. "He's kind of short for me, and there's a little incontinence problem ... but we're working to get beyond all that."
-Ella & Dane — Lisa Kleypas

I'm creative. I can't relax unless I've got some project on the go. I'm somebody from art school, and art school during the punk era, when you just had a go at whatever came along. — Peter Capaldi

Highland Regiment in favour of Government, — Various

We are comfortable in this environment. Why not make ourselves comfortable over there?. — Celine Dion

I'm fucking demanding, and you should know that if you ever feel like experimenting and ask me for a threesome, I'm most likely to cut off your dick and feed it to my neighbor's Chihuahua. — Taylor V. Donovan

For these reasons they should not hesitate to exchange peace for war. If wise men remain quiet, while they are not injured, brave men abandon peace for war when they are injured, returning to an understanding on a favourable opportunity: in fact, they are neither intoxicated by their success in war, nor disposed to take an injury for the sake of the delightful tranquility of peace. Indeed, to falter for the sake of such delights is, if you remain inactive, the quickest way of losing the sweets of repose to which you cling; while to conceive extravagant pretensions from success in war is to forget how hollow is the confidence by which you are elated. — Thucydides

A special form of misery had begun to oppress him of late. There was nothing poignant, nothing acute about it; but there was a feeling of permanence, of eternity about it; it brought a foretaste of hopeless years of this cold leaden misery, a foretaste of an eternity on a square yard of space. — Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Data, data everywhere, but not a thought to think. — John Allen Paulos