Coquetear Palabras Quotes & Sayings

The white fathers told us: I think, therefore I am. The black goddess within each of us - the poet - whispers in our dreams: I feel, therefore I can be free. — Audre Lorde

a compliment is like a kiss through a veil. — Victor Hugo

I have seen so few films in which the sex felt really respected by the filmmaker. Hollywood too often shies away from it or makes adolescent jokes about it ... Sex is only connected to the negative because people are scared of it. — John Cameron Mitchell

There's no point in getting frustrated at yourself. Just be truthful. — Frederick Lenz

He wants to make an end. And we will. — Anthony Ryan

But for the rest of us, cool has a shelf life. If you're a quarterback in high school, you're cool. But ten years later, working as a sullen bouncer at the only nightclub in town, your "cool" is on life support. Which is why so many young girls who never said no end up with losers in pants hanging below their asses and no known income to speak of. These cads were charming in high school; now they're as useless as shoulder pads on a snake. — Greg Gutfeld

There are two types of genius; one which above all begets and wants to beget, and another which prefers being fertilized and giving birth. — Friedrich Nietzsche

Actual violence has no attraction for me at all. — Jane Campion

I will only start taking book reviews seriously from the day that books are able to review readers. — Mokokoma Mokhonoana

That's my dysfunction in the hallway. — Katie McGarry

You should stop by the shop. I'll make you up a special Welcome-To-Marietta chocolate basket for Samara. She'll love it."
Of course. He should have thought of it himself.
"She's got this salted caramel thing that will earn you major points," said Dawson. "the ladies love it."
"I shouldn't say this in church." Sage looked down, and dropped her voice to a whisper. "But it's been called orgasmic."
With that word, for a split second, everyone around him disappeared. Logan imagined putting a tiny square of rich, smooth candy onto Samara's tongue, watching her lips move as she savored it, kissing her, sharing the sweet, silky heat. What sound would she make when the flavor hit the back of her mouth? Would she moan? Would she ask for more? "It's a gift that keeps on giving," added Dawson, waggling his eyebrows. — Roxanne Snopek