Icap Broker Quotes & Sayings

Old music used to mean something. There is none of that today. — Ziggy Marley

The word of the Lord to us is to stop seeking His benefits and seek Him. We are not to seek His hands any longer, but seek His face. — Tommy Tenney

Suicide is not chosen; it happens when pain exceeds resources for coping with pain. — David L. Conroy

I had no idea that once you realized you were in love, it was nearly fucking impossible to keep it to yourself — Karina Halle

Let's not pretend that I couldn't get you to do whatever I asked of you," he hissed, shoving harder against me when I tried breaking free again. The impact and firmnedd of his body against mine brought a sound to the surface from me. "Let's not pretend that, even though you might hate me, you wouldn't let me do anything to you I wanted." His head dropped to my neck, and the next thing I felt was his mouth warming the skin at the base of it. His mouth never touched me, just his warm breath, and even with that small intimacy, my eyes closed, my head rolled back, and I moaned again. — Nicole Williams

If we fetishize trauma as incommunicable, then survivors are trapped - unable to feel truly known by their nonmilitary friends and family. — Phil Klay

Love and happiness is a great match. — Jon Jones

It is clear that economics, if it is to be a science at all, must be a mathematical science. — William Stanley Jevons

Humor was an antiseptic that cleaned the deepest of personal wounds. — Sherman Alexie

The Victorians did not have some secret formula, since lost, about how to expect the best of marriage and still put up with the worst. Rather, they were much more accepting than we are today of a huge gap between rhetoric and reality, expectation and actual experience. In large part, this was because they had no other choice. — Stephanie Coontz

'Under the Poppy' is the love story of Istvan and Rupert, lovers and friends from childhood, who've been parted by jealousy - and a secret betrayal by Istvan's sister, Decca, who also loves Rupert, with whom she runs the brothel called Under the Poppy, where the floozies cater to every taste from saucy to peculiar. — Kathe Koja