Gestating After In Quotes & Sayings

Just by writing this story, I thought that I am the real monster, I had the feeling that I am doing it.... it was just awful! — Deyth Banger

I'm afraid even ImpSec has no explanation for women's tastes in men. — Lois McMaster Bujold

I didn't really get that good at cutting because I didn't have those three years of gestating and nurturing my skills in the bedroom. I was kind of, like, out and playing in clubs after three of four months, because I was pushy with promoters. But I would just listen to the radio - Stretch Armstrong and Red Alert - and then I would go hang out with Mayhem, who did the WNYU hip-hop show. — Mark Ronson

Necessity, oftener than facility, has been the mother of invention; and the most prolific school of all has been the school of difficulty. — Samuel Smiles

This is war, human." Mab's voice was cold and remorseless. "It is either kill or be destroyed ourselves. — Julie Kagawa

Then she leans forward, and before I have time to say or think another word, she's kissing me. And I'm kissing her, too.
It starts almost in slow motion. Her lips, soft on mine, light little kisses, tiptoeing. Then she opens her mouth slightly, kissing me with more force. I keep thinking about how perfectly our mouths fit together. Her lips are so gentle, her tongue drawing me in. I'm losing myself in her. — Liz Kessler

Grabbed in the ass by fate," his father used to say about coincidences like this. If there were coincidences like this. If there were coincidences... — R.A. MacAvoy

I watch Stewart. He has the most interesting face. It is beautiful, young, almost childlike, and yet with a power and authority in his features. In another time he would have been a young warrior, a Lost Prince exiled from his kingdom. But he's from this time, this place, so he's just some "at risk" kid who can't find a place for himself in the straight world. — Blake Nelson

Wisdom is strength. Collect yourself, whatever you are, into something with a purpose.' — Anne Rice

Colon looked awkward, as if the bunched underwear of the past was tangling itself in the crotch of recollection. — Terry Pratchett