Gorging Breastfeeding Quotes & Sayings

The deductive method is the mode of using knowledge, and the inductive method the mode of acquiring it. — Henry Mayhew

I prefer to make up my own quotes and attribute them to very smart people, so that I can use them to win arguments — Albert Einstein

The very old do not succomb to disease-they implode their way into eternity. (How We Die) — Sherwin B. Nuland

Behind me, Marc made a soft whistling sound, clearly impressed. "That's not standard procedure," he said, his tone entirely too reasonable as he leaned over the stray's body to open the back passenger-side door.
"Yeah, well, I'm not your standard enforcer. — Rachel Vincent

This man, he is the air I breathe. I can define it I think. It's like my lungs hold their breath each time were apart and deflate when I first see him again. I believe the term is even a breath of fresh air. I can't breathe without him.-Tainted Book 2 Fey Court Trilogy — Cyndi Goodgame

Where are your clothes?" Callie asked, noting he wore very little underneath his "borrowed" kirtle. Very little except for that warm, tawny flesh she found so delectable.
"The brambles caught him," Angus answered. "That's how we found him. There's shreds of English clothing from hither to yon."
Callie felt weak at the news of how close her husband had come to being seriously injured. "Are you truly unharmed?"
"A bit scratched and bruised, but nothing other than my ego is seriously damaged." Sin grinned playfully. "See now why I always travel with a sword? One never knows when a raging bull is likely to come storming down the street."
-Callie, Angus, & Sin — Kinley MacGregor

Pictures of my life stretch back into what must have been my very earliest childhood ... They are not movies, then, nor are they talkies, but they are quite distinctly feelies. — Sheila Kaye-Smith

A woman who was washing clothes in the river during the hottest time of the day ran screaming down the main street in an alarming state of commotion.
"It's coming," she finally explained. "Something frightful, like a kitchen dragging a village behind it. — Gabriel Garcia Marquez