Lips The Masked Quotes & Sayings

She would thrust these thoughts away, miserable and horrified, wondering if there was any lower limit to the human spirit at its nasty, calculating, self-serving worst, not wanting to know. — Stephen King

I'm down to earth; people sense that and they appreciate it. — Drew Carey

For me, I have this tough exterior and these Angela Bassett arms, and people think, 'Oh, my God, Rutina's tough.' — Rutina Wesley

I never think about anything in my brain. I think in very small repetitive circles inside my own brain. That's why I'm a writer. It's the only way I get any sort of conclusion or understanding about anything. — Melissa Febos

Language dazzles and deceives because it is masked by faces, because we see it emerging from the lips, because lips please and eyes beguile. But words on paper, black on white, reveal the naked soul. — Guy De Maupassant

The tension of a mysterious danger is even more unbearable than danger itself. People hate the vacuum of an unknown situation. They want security. They even prefer war to the insecure expectation of a war with its threat of enemy surprise. This vague fearful expectation acts on their fantasies. They anticipate all kinds of mysterious dangers; they begin to provoke them. It is the evocation of fear and danger in order to escape the tension of insecurity. — Joost Meerloo

Blood filled my mouth, warm as it dribbled out between my lips. I gazed at Tamlin's masked face one last time.

"Love," I breathed, the world crumbling into a blackness with no end. A pause in Amarantha's magic. "The answer to the riddle...," I got out, chocking on my own blood, "is... love."

Tamlin's eyes went wide before something forever cracked in my spine. — Sarah J. Maas

Sir Arthur stopped at the bottom of the hill and awaited the charging rider. The horseman halted in front of Sir Arthur and mud flew in all directions.

"Who are you?" demanded Sir Arthur. He stared into the masked face and turbaned head of an assassin.

Rufus's heart stopped. A gasp escaped his frozen lips and his legs wobbled.

Sir Arthur asked again, "Who are you?"

The man dismounted and drew from his golden sash a long scimitar. He approached Sir Arthur. The knight lifted his sword and the duel began. — Justus A. Platt

One victory more or less doesn't make the difference for me now. — Hermann Maier

Dominance and submission is an intimate binding. Those who submit must trust that those who dominate will never take more than they can give." A sardonic smile twisted Ram's lips. "Those who dominate must give those who submit everything they need but never more than they can endure."
"By your definition, the dominus has the harder role," she whispered.
"Perhaps. What is more difficult? To trust another so completely? Or to honor the responsibility to never betray such a trust once given?"
"I guess that would depend on how much the dominus cared for his slaaf."
Ram shrugged. "I suppose it would." Steffania saw a bleak pain in his eyes quickly masked. "Enough talking," he said gruffly. — Patricia A. Knight