Illigory Quotes & Sayings

What did he mean, 'insatiable lust'?"
She hastened to explain. "Well, 'insatiable' means unable to satisfy-"
"I know that," he said in a biting tone. "Why did he say that about you?"
Sara rolled her eyes and shrugged. "It was nothing. I merely tried to kiss him once the way you kissed me..." Her voice faded as she realized that her parents were watching the pair of them in dumbfounded silence.
Isaac was the fist to speak, a smile twitching the corners of his mouth. "I've seen and heard enough, Mr. Craven. If you and my daughter are already talking about 'insatiable lust,' I think I'd better give you my approval... and hope for a quick wedding. — Lisa Kleypas

All of our drama and suffering is by practice. — Miguel Ruiz

By privileges, immunities, or prerogatives to give unlimited swing to the passions of individuals, and then to hope that they will restrain them, is about as reasonable as to expect that the tiger will spare the hart to browse upon the herbage. — Charles Caleb Colton

For if you should enter the temple for no other purpose than asking you shall not receive: — Kahlil Gibran

You write what you know, and I know rock and roll. — Greg Kihn

I'm so afraid I'm not worth the breath you gave me ... — Rebecca Donovan

We already know that spam is a huge downside of online life. If we're going to be spammed on our telephones wherever we go, I think we're going to reject these devices. — Howard Rheingold

We used our minds like weapons clenched tightly in our fists, struggling to return them back to their holsters without injuring ourselves in the process. — Alexandra Bracken

I've won at every level, except college and pro. — Shaquille O'Neal

Our team at Duolingo is really cohesive, but this did not just happen. I made a concerted effort to hire people who are going to play nice. — Luis Von Ahn

Over the years I suffered poverty and rejection and came to believe that my mother had formed me for a freedom that was unattainable, a delusion. Then ... I was ... confined to this small apartment in this alien city of Rochester. ... Looking about, I saw millions of old people in my situation, wailing like lost puppies because they were alone and had no one to talk to. But they had become enslaved by habits which bound their lives to warm bodies that talked. I was free! Although my mother had ceased to be a warm body in 1944, she had not forsaken me. She comforts me with every book I read. Once again I am five, leaning on her shoulder, learning the words as she reads aloud 'Alice in Wonderland'. — Louise Brooks