Cuculi Quotes & Sayings

Ah, he would take her beyond
beyond the ugliness, the pettiness, the attrition and corrosion of her soul. — Edith Wharton

A man is but his state of mind. — Lailah Gifty Akita

Does it not seem strange that the generation with the most advanced technology and the easiest-to-read Bible translations is the weakest generation of Christians in the history of our country? Church attendance has never been lower, and the Christian influence in our culture never weaker. — A.W. Tozer

The media's power is frail. Without the people's support, it can be shut off with the ease of turning a light switch. — Corazon Aquino

He only knew that he had lived up to his best impulse, and that is all any one can do. — Gene Stratton-Porter

I'd rather have a cup of coffee and a cigarette than live in all that honesty. — Benjamin Alire Saenz

We are on location, this is not a vacation. — Deyth Banger

Do it, Octavian" She ghosted the tips of her fingers along the hem of his shirt. "Touch me."
He growled low in his throat, his forehead dropping another inch toward her shoulder, his hair tickling the side of her face. "Be my angel, Riley, not my siren. Don't tempt me."
Moistening her lips with a sweep of her tongue, Riley glided her fingers over his belt, tracing the strip of leather to the silver buckle in the center. She felt rather than heard his deep inhalation and the tremor that raked his powerful body. Driven by his surrender, she used two fingers to walk over the square carvings etched into his abdomen, biting her lip to stop the grin that pulled when he groaned.
"I want to be both for you, Octavian," she whispered, letting her lips brush the curve of his shoulder. — Airicka Phoenix

Effective leaders....always rise to a challenge. That's one of the things that separates winners from whiners.....Walton rose above it by solving his problems with creativity and tenacity.


Anyone who expects the road to be easy will continually find himself in trouble. — John C. Maxwell

If the spirit has passed through a great many sensations, possibly it can no longer be sated with them, but grows more excited, and demands more sensations, and stronger and stronger ones, until at length it falls exhausted. — Fyodor Dostoyevsky