Hey Violet Quotes & Sayings

Give her the continent and she wanted the hemisphere. — Anthony Kiedis

No act of love is ever wasted. — Geneen Roth

It's like he's training you for battle or something." Her eyes lit up. "Hey, maybe he has some underground fight club and he's grooming you!"
"That's it, Steph. Definitely. — Jessica Shirvington

A loud, purposeful knock on the front door froze him in place with his fist over the fabric.
"Hey, dude, it's me. I brought you all four Bloodsport movies. Open up!"
Jason's voice filtered past the front door, and he and Violet flew apart like teenagers at a party raid.
No way. This wasn't happening. He had not just gotten cock-blocked by his best friend and partner, AKA the only living relative of the woman he'd very nearly stripped naked in his front hallway. — Kimberly Kincaid

Hey, Violet," Dust says. "Your mom's in the kitchen. — Katie McGarry

A conscious fruit fly would have to confront exactly the same difficulties, the same kind of insoluble problems as man. — Emil Cioran

Cadets saavdhan," our Squadron drill instructor shouted at us, and we all came to attention. "Saab, inka drill accha nahi hai. Poora 102 course kaamchor hai, inko khub ragda do," he said (their drill movements are pathetic, entire 102 course is a shammer, roger them nicely). Then moving towards one of us in the second file, he shouted, "Ye tumhaari belt hai ki ghaagre ka naada?" Apparently, one of us had a loose belt. In fact, it was probably just fine but ideally, the belt was supposed to be as tight as physically possible. "Saab," D-Lo said to our Squadron instructor, grabbing the cadet from his belt from the front and shaking his entire body from the middle. "Poora ka poora Squadron, to Zero-point," he said angrily (send the entire Squadron to Zero-point). Saying that, he moved ahead to attack the next Squadron. "Zero-point poora course," our Squadron instructor screamed at all of us, and we sprinted towards this not-so-coveted place, with him following us. — Rajat Mishra

Let Piers and Owen make the wedding arrangements, just don't expect the bride to be there like a dog called to heel. I'll choose my own Gris-damned husband, thank you. If I even want one, and I'm not exactly certain of that. I want life on my own terms, not on the dictates of tradition and of haggling over power and land. — Cat Hellisen