Iscentual Amour Quotes & Sayings

There is really no such thing as a secret; everybody likes to tell, and everybody does tell. — Robertson Davies

I postpone death by living, by suffering, by error, by risking, by giving, by losing. — Anais Nin

If you ever leave," his voice had changed from soft to harsh, "I'll find you and bring you back. — Kristen Ashley

Millionaires don't use Astrology, billionaires do. — J. P. Morgan

The right thing is a luxury for rich and sheltered people. For the rest of us, the only right thing is staying out of trouble and surviving as best we can. — Susan Ee

First be sure that you know exactly what you want to say. Then be sure you have said exactly that. — C.S. Lewis

What pretty bright trout there are in this bold rock creek! It would full be called a river in England, and so it is! — Thaddeus Norris

We set ourselves to achieve a society that would be maximally tolerant. But that resolve not only gives maximum scope to the activities of those who have set themselves to achieve the maximally intolerant society. It also ... paralyses our powers of resistance to them. — David Stove

God's not the one fucking you, baby. — Emma Chase

Gates has always understood Moore's Law better than anyone else in the industry. If you can make something run at all, get it out there -it may be slow and clunky, but hardware improvements will bail you out. If you wait until it's running perfectly on the hardware already in the field, it will be obsolete before it's released. This philosophy built Microsoft and is the main reason Microsoft won the war IBM declared back in the OS/2 days. — Jerry Pournelle

Life is conflict; peace is death. Forces of chaos keep the cycles of history moving. — Jack Donovan

Bones, Catelyn thought. This is not Ned, this is not the man I loved, the father of my children. His hands were clasped together over his chest, skeletal fingers curled about the
hilt of some longsword, but they were not Ned's hands, so strong and full of life. They had dressed the bones in Ned's surcoat, the fine white velvet with the direwolf badge over the
heart, but nothing remained of the warm flesh that had pillowed her head so many
nights, the arms that had held her. — George R R Martin