Ennemis Jures Quotes & Sayings

Female cats are very Lascivious, and make advances to the male. — Aristotle.

Ty squeezed him, and Zane watched the play of muscles as Ty rolled his hips and forced Zane further into him. — Abigail Roux

A competent portraitist knows how to imply the profile in the full face. — Aldous Huxley

Pull your shirt up over your mouth," he told Wylan.
"What?"
"Stop being dense. You're cuter when you're smart."
Wylan's cheeks went pink. He scowled and pulled his collar up. — Leigh Bardugo

Boldwood, whose unreasoning devotion to Bathsheba could only be characterized as a fond madness which neither time nor circumstance, evil nor good report, could weaken or destroy. This fevered hope had grown up again like a grain of mustard-seed during the quiet which followed the hasty conjecture that Troy was drowned. He nourished it fearfully, and almost shunned the contemplation of it in earnest, lest facts should reveal the wildness of the dream. Bathsheba having at last been persuaded — Thomas Hardy

Paperwork is the religion of the Civil Service. I can just imagine Sir Humphrey Appleby on his deathbed, surround by wills and insurance claim forms, looking up and saying, 'I cannot go yet, God, I haven't done the paperwork. — Jonathan Lynn & Anthony Jay

I'll let you get back to sweating and grunting."
"You probably shouldn't leave then. — Ashlan Thomas

Then Jesus changed the situation. When he paid for our sins on the cross, the veil in the temple that symbolized our separation from God was split from top to bottom, indicating that direct access to God was once again available. — Rick Warren

The greatest stock market you can invest in is yourself. Finding this truth is better than finding a gold mine. — Byron Katie

For me, if I can design beautiful things that have the price be lower, I am thrilled. — Tory Burch

We want laws to be applied predictably. — Nancy Gibbs

How small and neat and comically serious the other men looked, with their grey-flecked crew cuts and their button-down collars and their brisk little hurrying feet! There were endless desperate swarms of them, hurrying through the station and the streets, and an hour from now they would all be still. The waiting mid-town office buildings would swallow them up and contain them, so that to stand in one tower looking out across the canyon to another would be to inspect a great silent insectarium displaying hundreds of tiny pink men in white shirts, forever shifting papers and frowning into telephones, acting out their passionate little dumb show under the supreme indifference of the rolling spring clouds. — Richard Yates