Lipitension Quotes & Sayings

Can we stop talking about penis fly traps for like two seconds? This is serious! — Kandi Steiner

It was depressing to realize that I wasn't the heroine anymore, that my story was over. — Stephenie Meyer

For the most part, comedy is the only fair part of show business. — Chris Rock

China is committed to work with other countries for a solution to the global challenge of energy and resources. — Li Keqiang

He gripped the edge of the desk. "I've done my best to make sure my brothers have no blood on their hands," he said with menacing quiet. "I'm going to hell for all three of us." Beckett said defiantly. — Debra Anastasia

The antidote to envy is one's own work. Always one's own work. Not the thinking about it. Not the assessing of it. But the doing of it. The answers you want can come only from the work itself. — Bonnie Friedman

I watched them taxi off across the grass and take off. — Jay Spenser

As we explore new ways of thinking, we need to be willing to investigate, experiment, take some risks with our attention, and stretch. — Sharon Salzberg

The print was an old one made from a negative taken in the 1960's of her parents in Sydney Mines, dancing with thrilled, excited expressions on their faces, in front of a classic car that had been a wedding gift at the time. Her mother's hair, red back then, was held back by a blue handkerchief, and she was dressed in a billowing skirt and white blouse. Her father's denim jeans and faded t-shirt were streaked with coal dust as he held her hands and spun her around in the front yard of their old clapboard house, yellow grass under their feet and a cobalt-blue sky with white clouds drifting above. Mandy could almost feel the late summer breeze as she gazed deeply into the print, watching the flamboyant colors come to life. She hung it up to dry on two wooden clothespins hanging from a string above her. — Rebecca McNutt

I am the complete and utter definition of a Luddite. — Graham McTavish

My body is between his spread legs. Even though he's silent, his chest rises and falls like he has just stopped running. I know he wants me. I shut my brain down, ignore what a mistake this is, and lean forward and kiss the side of his neck. He jumps slightly and I lick his skin. I hear him groan and move my lips upward. A kiss cannot replace the past. But with every kiss to his skin, my hurt becomes a distant memory. — Calia Read