Gertie Quotes & Sayings

One time," Gertie said. "You go out into a hurricane one time and you never hear the end of it. — Jana Deleon

I have a past. You jealous?"

"Nah. But I might have to do some sucking myself, make sure you appreciate me."

He set her back and untied Gertie. "That's no way to make a baby. So first, I'm gonna fuck you screaming right here in this barn. Later, you can suck whatever you want. — Susan Fanetti

Your sister is the only creature on earth who shares your heritage, history, environment, DNA, bone structure, and contempt for stupid Aunt Gertie. — Linda Sunshine

My style hasn't changed much in all these sixty years. I still use, most of the time, existing light and try not to push people around. I have to be as much a diplomat as a photographer. People don't often take me seriously because I carry so little equipment and make so little fuss ... I never carried a lot of equipment. My motto has always been, "Keep it simple". — Alfred Eisenstaedt

Folks, if we could lose our salvation, we would. — Voddie T. Baucham Jr.

That night at Gertie's when she asked me if I preferred to be the one who loved slightly more or loved slightly less. More, I said. Not this time, she said in my ear. I am the one who will always love more. I didn't say, But I love without needing to own. Because I didn't know the difference then. — Lily King

There sat Floyd, naked as a blue jay and not half as pretty. He had the largest head I ever saw on a man, and was wearing a Ford baseball cap that was three sizes too small. Men around these parts don't take off their hats unless they absolutely have to. "Gertie Johnson," Floyd exclaimed. "What are you doing?" The difference between men and women is this - if you catch a woman butt-naked, she tries to cover the private parts with her hands. A man will sit there just like you found him even if he doesn't have much to be proud of. Floyd sat like that, not moving. — Deb Baker

Corvid looked up at her. "Oh, hello Doris."
"Gertie, dear," she said. "They call me Gertie."
"You used to be Doris," Corvid said as a matter of fact.
"Who?" She seemed unsure of what she was being told.
"Doris, daughter of Oceanus and Tethys?" Corvid carried on when he saw her blank expression. "You must remember Nereus? Your husband?"
Nothing.
"You gave birth to fifty sea nymphs. I guess sea nymphs come out slippy and hydrodynamic, but even so, fifty of them? That must stick in the memory as the day before you felt really sore for a month or so?"
Doris thought about it for a moment. "It does ring a bell. Sorry, who are you? — Dylan Perry

It's always funny to find what people's button is. — Seth Rogen

I could almost imagine him as a leader of men without laughing hysterically. [Why are you glaring at me, Carter? That was quite a generous description.] Carter — Rick Riordan

According to the local gossip," Gertie said, "Beulah was over the moon for this guy. She even mailed him a pair of her underwear." "If he was really a marine," Ida Belle said, "he could have used them as a parachute. — Jana Deleon

Exactly," Gertie said. "This hot young stud claiming to be a marine stationed in the Middle East friended her on Facebook. Apparently, he sent her long letters and poetry and even a nude photo." "Doesn't sound like anything worth putting a bra on for," Ida Belle said. "Well," Gertie said, "in all fairness, that photo is probably the closest Beulah will ever get to male plumbing." "Are you kidding?" I said. "The Internet is full of male plumbing. It's like the Walmart of man parts. — Jana Deleon

There is no judgment upon you; there is no memory of the past; there is only the understanding of this moment. — Joel Goldsmith

Gertie hit the brakes and tried to stop, but she tripped over a lip in the sidewalk and went sprawling right into the burro, then hit the pavement, her tutu skirt flipped up over her back, exposing her camouflage underwear. Tiny swung his head around to see what all the racket was and launched off the car door, setting off down the sidewalk toward the burro-Gertie wreck at high speed. — Jana Deleon

lunch parties that the missus had for her girlfriends. Mamie and Gertie and Peg and Eunice. They were forever saying each other's names. Mamie and Gertie and Peg and Eunice, all the size of her, boasting about the presents their husbands gave them for their birthdays — Edna O'Brien

Modesty is the conscience of the body. — Honore De Balzac