Ewes For Sale Quotes & Sayings

Stop calling me 'babe'. It's demeaning. I'm not a babe, I'm a woman — Kristen Ashley

Which do you think would be worse?" Tippen asked. "Knowing you're a son of a bitch or knowing you fathered one? — Tami Hoag

If there's one thing you learn by working on a lot of different Web sites, it's that almost any design idea
no matter how appallingly bad
can be made usable in the right circumstances, with enough effort. — Steve Krug

Your income can grow only to the extent that you do. — T. Harv Eker

German sailors sing a drunken song in the street, and a house spider over the stove spins a new web every night, and to Marie-Laure this is a double cruelty: that everything else keeps living, that the spinning earth does not pause for even an instant in its trip around the sun. — Anthony Doerr

I have a high self-opinion - I don't need to hide that. I don't need to be self-deprecating. — Adam Levine

There are times in one's life when a good book - the right book -
feels like a voice speaking in the darkness,
reaching out from the past;
providing solace when all else seems lost. — Justine Picardie

Dance until the earth dance. — Hilda Doolittle

You hit the Winter Prince, woman. Now you have to pay."
Her lips parted when he kissed her again, long and slow. "I like the price," she whispered, her voice echoing in his mind.
"This is just a down payment," Jatred murmured. "I will work out a payment plan for you. — A.O. Peart

I am free in performing an action if I could have done otherwise if I had chosen to. — George Edward Moore

Seeing ourselves clearly is the project of a lifetime. — Nathan Hill

An inspection of the Constitution will show that the right of property in a slave in not "distinctly and expressly affirmed" in it. — Abraham Lincoln

Carpe librum, meant "Seize the book. — Jefferson Bass

"He sido un hombre afortunado en la vida, nada me ha sido facil." "I've been a fortunate man in life, nothing has come easy" — Sigmund Freud

Awareness came back slowly, and not very pleasantly. First were all the aches and twinges, then the dizziness, and last the sensation of movement. Before I even opened my eyes I realized that once again I was on a horse, clasped upright by an arm.
The Marquis again? Memories came flooding back--the dungeon, the Baron's horrible promise, then the knife and Shevraeth's comment about timing. The Marquis had saved me, with about the closest timing in history, from a thoroughly nasty fate. Relief was my foremost emotion, then gratitude, and then a residual embarrassment that I didn't understand and instantly dismissed. He had saved my life, and I owed him my thanks.
I opened my eyes, squinting against bright sunlight, and turned my head, words forming only to vanish when I looked up into an unfamiliar face. I closed my eyes again, completely confused. Had I dreamed it all, then? Except--where was I, and with whom? — Sherwood Smith