Duykemychart Quotes & Sayings

You may kill me, but I can hold you - and all the universe for that matter - in the grip of this small brain. I would not change. Even now — H.G.Wells

The little imp had gone Brazilian.
Damn him for a sinner but the thoughts that zinged through his mind would make the roof of a church cave in on him.
Thoughts like: She better have done that with me in mind because I'm not letting anyone with a set of balls near her ever again.
Thoughts like: Mine. Mine and mine. — Cindy Gerard

We'll open for anyone, we are just looking to play. — John Entwistle

I have a tattoo of Joy Division on my chest, and I like One Direction. — Jamie Blackley

More Latin? I was going to need a fucking guidebook to keep track of a language I thought was as dead as my mother. — T.J. Klune

Emily, Megan, Jack, Luna, Patrick ... they helped me learn what true friendship is. It's never perfect, but it is important. — Sarah Ockler

"Dance with me, blossom," he coaxes, and when I hesitate, he reels me in with his magic. I snuggle into his chest and let myself savor his vitality, wishing I could absorb it.
He wraps an arm around my waist and clasps my hand with his. Lips pressed to my dreadlocked head, he hums the lullaby's tune while his inner voice fills my head on a frequency only I can hear: "You dazzled me today. So uninhibited. So filled with malice." — A.G. Howard

You cry because you are honest." / Nordic Fairies (Nordic Fairies, #1) — Saga Berg

I'm looking at you and it's him I want. — Mia Asher

Thr truth is inconvertible.
Malice may attack it
and ignorance may deride it,
but in the end,
there it is ... — Winston Churchill

...our history, the history of European Jews...they will never forgive us for the evil they've done to us — Marceline Loridan-Ivens

There's something pure about our bloodline: There are no accidental kids of gay parents. Every single gay parent desperately, passionately wanted to be a parent. That's neat, and I hope we can keep it that way. — B. D. Wong

The stench of the manure that Jean was turning had cheered him up a little. He adored its promise of fertility and was sniffing it with the relish of a man smelling a randy woman. — Emile Zola