Czoo Zagorska Quotes & Sayings

I hate having people sit in on meetings. — Ivanka Trump

He's made me believe I'm worth love of the liquid kind, you know, the kind that seeps to all my damaged parts. — Zandile

The value of an individual is measured based on productivity, creativity, and contribution to the organization today and tomorrow. — Pearl Zhu

The Lord who created you says: "Do not be afraid, for I have ransomed you. I have called you by name; you are mine." - Isaiah 43:1 — Gary Chapman

Tell me. In your mind, what are we doing in that bed? Are we fucking nice and slow or are you making me sweat for it?"
"I'm ... you're ... "
"Am I under you, watching your breasts bounce as you buck those hips? Or am I on top of you the first time? I could force those thighs wide and bury myself deep in between them." He leaned forward to lick the curve of her ear. "Maybe I'm behind you. Ah, fuck, I could get in so deep that way, gorgeous. Tell me what you want. I'll make it happen. — Tessa Bailey

Screw pretty. I'd rather be strong. Pretty fades over time. Strength gets you through the bad shit. — Thea Harrison

No more game playing. It's time we call this fight what it is: a war. — Katie McGarry

I have a gift for you."
She cocked a brow. "Is that right?"
"Yes. It'll require us to get naked."
She looped her arm in his as they headed to the bedroom. "Is this gift something I've seen before?"
"Well ... maybe. But this gift can always be used in new and unique ways."
She tilted her head back and laughed. "Best. Gift. Ever. — Jaci Burton

Courage. Kindness. Friendship. Character. These are the qualities that define us as human beings, and propel us, on occasion, to greatness. — R.J. Palacio

My work sells for £10,000-plus, but my most lucrative piece was a private project that was sold for more than six figures -dollars, that is. The process of the Lego can take weeks, months, or even days. Each one I deliver to specification to each gallery because they want them brought to them fully formed. — Nathan Sawaya

Her nerves crackled with expectant heat as he reached for the sketchbook in her hand.
Without thinking, she let him take it.
His eyes narrowed as he looked down at the book, which was open to her sketch of Llandrindon. "Why did you draw him with a beard?" he asked.
"That's not a beard," Daisy said shortly. "It's shadowing."
"It looks as if he hasn't shaved in three months."
"I didn't ask for your opinion on my artwork," she snapped. She grabbed the sketchbook, but he refused to release it. "Let go," she demanded, tugging with all her might, "or I'll ... "
"You'll what? Draw a portrait of me?" He released the book with a suddenness that caused her to stumble back a few steps. He held up his hands defensively. "No. Anything but that."
Daisy rushed at him and whacked his chest with the book. — Lisa Kleypas