Kunitsugu Quotes & Sayings

I think I'm rather young and sprightly, but then you see pictures of yourself and think, 'Who is that old man?' and I realise I'm not as young as I thought I was. — Hugh Grant

Ever consider you're doing it wrong?" "Only every day." "Good." "What?" "No, I... That cam out wrong. I just meant that I feel like I'm doing it wrong all the time... So that must mean I'm doing it right... Right?" "There is no right or wrong with this in my experience. — Kelly Thompson

The next time you see Jesus Christ, ask Him what happened to the just society He promised 2,000 years ago. — Pierre Trudeau

You see these young people in Antigonish who are coming from Cape Breton, and these are really smart, attractive young people, who are living in a place that's been very rough economically. It's a very special thing to be helpful there. — Gerry Schwartz

Now that it's time to leave, I'm not sure I wan to go. — John Connolly

I don't think that women being seen as inferior is a prejudice based on male hatred of women. When you look at history, it's a prejudice based on simple fact. — Caitlin Moran

Midwest Radio would like to extend their sympathies to the families and loved ones of the dead — Mike McCormack

Danny and I were sposed to go to his mother's house for Thanksgiving. Now what? What do I tell his mother?
Well, not this. Mothers hate it when you tell them their sons are queer. — Vanda

Twenty feet away. Even in the crowded hallway,there is something in her that radiates out to me — David Levithan

She owned my eyes. From the moment I saw her. They found purchase on any bit of her that was visible. — Cynthia A. Rodriguez

I'm going to have classical piano lessons next. — Colin Greenwood

With each deep inhalation, he was aware of a sweet, pure fragrance that entered his nostrils and spread through his brain like a drug.
"What is that smell?" he muttered.
Vivian answered in a hushed voice. "Mrs. Buttons distilled some vanilla water for me. Do you like it?"
"We brought your perfume from the town house. Why didn't you use that?"
Her gaze flickered to his mouth and back to his eyes. "It didn't suit me," she whispered. "Too heady."
Grant drew in another lungful of delicate vanilla-scented air. "You smell like a sugar biscuit," he answered gruffly. One he badly wanted to bite into. Her scent was innocent and homey and appetizing, making his blood surge and his muscles harden in acute yearning. — Lisa Kleypas