Daudzbalsiba Quotes & Sayings

I don't want to tie you to a bed or strap you to a cross. I want you to willingly want every sing thing I plan to do to you. I want you to keep your hands behind your back because you want to." Biting her earlobe, he then added, "And I want you to swallow because you love the fucking taste. Play with me, Rachel, so I can play with you. — Ella Frank

I remember being a kid and praying in the hell of my house to have somebody love me and somebody that I could love. — Tyler Perry

But you know all about that, being sorry and having no words to say something when you know you should but you just can't — Heather Gudenkauf

Soldiers have many vices, but vanity is not amongst them. How could it be? What man is going to worry about his hair when he might lose his head? — Sharon Kay Penman

Whatever creativity is, it is in part a solution to a problem. — Brian Aldiss

We have a lot of long narrative poems written in the 20th century, but they're not very well known, and they're not read by very many people. — Robert Morgan

George Foreman. A miracle. A mystery to myself. Who am I? The mirror says back. The George you was always meant to be. Wasn't always like that. Used to look in the mirror and cried a river. — George Foreman

There was this wonderful trick of going to the theater with my parents and sitting in the audience under the watchful eye of an usher, and then these other people would come on the stage: They spoke differently and had different clothes and hair. Afterward, they would come back, and they were my parents again. It was magic. — Tyne Daly

I love romantic comedies that are set in a world. It's not just a boy and a girl falling in love, out of love, and back in love. — Drew Barrymore

It is the job of the novelist to touch the reader. — Elizabeth George

Lord help me, I was going to become a nun if my male radar didn't realign towards guys that were not walking penises. — Nicole Williams

The Three of them were beautiful, in the way all girls of that age are beautiful. It can't be helped, that sort of beauty, nor can it be conserved; it's a freshness, a plumpness of the cells, that's unearned and temporary, and that nothing can replicate. None of them was satisfied with it, however; already they were making attempts to alter themselves into some impossible, imaginary mould, plucking and pencilling away at their faces. I didn't blame them, having done the same once myself. — Margaret Atwood

When you feel that creeping self-doubt, acknowledge it. Write down your feelings in your journal in your journal... and then continue with your writing. — Joanna Penn