Edimoni Quotes & Sayings

He looked at Azaire, and his left eyelid slid down over the eyeball, remaining in place long enough for the broken blood vessels beneath the skin and the small wart to be visible before it was rotated smoothly back to its home beneath the skull. — Sebastian Faulks

Anger of the LORD was kindled against Uzzah, and c God struck him down there because of his error, and he died there beside the ark of God. 8And David — Anonymous

His head lowered so that his cheek softly brushed against hers. With his mouth near her ear, he whispered, I can't keep my hands from you. — Donna Grant

Holy fuck," Sully muttered, his eyes on Mike. "Funeral hook up. Didn't know you had that in you. Impressed. — Kristen Ashley

Reason and love are hardly ever compatible. — Amy A. Bartol

Facebook's new relationship status option: "No longer able to interact with actual people" — Andy Borowitz

I like the joy when you feed people and they're happy and full and enjoying themselves. — Keshia Knight Pulliam

However vivid they might be, past images and future delights did not protect Sylvia from the present, which "rules despotic over pale shadows of past and future". That was Sylvia's genius and her Panic Bird- her total lack of nostalgia. She had no armor. This left her especially vulnerable in New York, where she was removed from the context of her life, severed from that reassuring arc. — Elizabeth Winder

It is well known that apes in the wild offer spontaneous assistance to each other, defending against leopards, say, or consoling distressed companions with tender embraces. — Frans De Waal

Critics seem to forget that every love story is different - that there is uniqueness in even the most commonplace of matches. — Sarah MacLean

Deprived of their newspapers or a novel, reading-addicts will fall back onto cookery books, on the literature which is wrapped around bottles of patent medicine, on those instructions for keeping the contents crisp which are printed on the outside of boxes of breakfast cereals. On anything. — Aldous Huxley

No scrim, no filter, no bullshit. She wasn't all bound up in there, gagged and furious and resentful beneath some high-pitched shrink-wrapped mess of pleasantry. — Elisa Albert

What was his place? he wondered. Where was his world? He had sometimes stood on the riverbank and told himself: Deep down in the cold water is your world; a rock lashed to your feet is your clothing for that world. To enter it you need only to climb to the place above the rapids, where the pool is, where it is always calm, so it must be deep, and there bury yourself and leave a world that is not your own and find a garden, long fields already cleared and cribs already filled, a new place in which a weakness in a man is a matter for a word or chide, not a break through which the terrors of the world flow in. — John Ehle