Dappling Paint Quotes & Sayings

She opened her mouth wide in a silent scream and his release caught him, hard and fast as he kissed her openmouthed. He tore his mouth from hers and shouted his triumph. She was his, now and forevermore, until the end of time, until the seas ran dry and man no longer roamed the earth, amen.
His and only his.
She slumped against him, the scent of their passion musky in the night air.
"Sleep," he murmured to her, and held her against himself, his cock still buried deep.
She was caught and he had no intention of ever letting her go. — Elizabeth Hoyt

To be at acting school, it was kind of the first time you felt the freedom to be as much of yourself as you wanted. People weren't going to judge you. — Michael Imperioli

Nothing is more pleasant than to baffle people. The — Tristan Tzara

Life, I fancy, would very often be insupportable, but for the luxury of self-compassion. — George Gissing

The beauty of Rav Yohanan is not mentioned because Rav Yohanan did not have splendor of face (a beard). — Maggie Anton

One of these grand defects, as I humbly conceive, is this, that children are habituated to learning without understanding. — Jonathan Edwards

a while. To let John Puller Sr. see what his real priorities were in life. And then, depending on what he decided, they would go from there. Puller folded the letter and slid it back into the envelope. Words from the grave. Or if not the grave, Puller didn't know where. Despite the obvious love and affection she held for her sons, as noted in the letter, Puller came away from reading it more depressed than he had been before. Part of him had hoped that his mother had left her husband. Because that meant she might still be alive. To Puller, this letter meant that his mother most likely was dead. He would take bullets and bombs and jihadist fanatics trying to rip his life from him over that. You fought for the flag and country you represented. But you really fought for the guy beside you. Here, Puller was alone. It was just him and a vanished mother to whom he had given all of his heart. As he stood there looking down at the envelope, depression — David Baldacci

I can't see straight. But that's okay. — Shelly Laurenston

A novel is always more complicated than it seems at the beginning. Indeed a novel should be more complicated than it seems at the beginning. — John Irving