Kennen Build Quotes & Sayings

You only hear the music when your heart begins to break. — Gerard Way

I thought the traveler pretty much deserved what he got and that you should never play games. — Albert Camus

Do you want me?" she whispered, licking him again. She felt very warm, and slightly drunk with her feminine power. Desire was unfurling inside her, opening like a flower. Her breasts throbbed, and she rubbed them against his leg.

He gave a strangled laugh, almost undone by her natural sensuality. "Look a few inches to your right and tell me what you think. — Linda Howard

The most difficult of decisions are often not the ones in which we cannot determine the correct course; rather the ones in which we are certain of the path but fear the journey. — Richard Paul Evans

Every novel is like this, desperation, a frustrated attempt to save something of the past. Except that it still has not been established whether it is the novel that prevents man from forgetting himself or the impossibility of forgetfulness that makes him write novels. — Jose Saramago

The thinkers of the world should by rights be guardians of the world's mirth. — Agnes Repplier

Fly-fishing for wild trout on quiet waters must be one of the toughest and craziest ways to catch fish ever invented by man, as well as among the most frustrating and humiliating. — John D. Voelker

Behold, he offereth himself a sacrifice for sin, to answer the ends of the law, unto all those who have a broken heart and a contrite spirit; and unto none else can the ends of the law be answered. — Joseph Smith Jr.

It's really a spiritual practice that I am trying to show as a way of life. — Marshall B. Rosenberg

Just keep thinking about the good side of ADD - the creativity and the originality it can stimulate. — David Neeleman

A judgment pronounced in accordance with the facts can therefore assign to it an historical place only within that movement of reformation which was brought to a victorious issue by King Josiah. — Julius Wellhausen

While running simple errands I often became hopelessly confused in the maze of crowded, filthy streets that began twenty paces beyond the north gate of the bridge, and as I limped back to my shelves of books I would feel as if I were returning from exile. — Ross King