Milk Oozing Blood Quotes & Sayings

He kissed her dizzy, then lifted her. She wrapped her legs around his waisst as he kissed his way down her neck.
"Make love to me," she whispered. "Like I'm a full-grown woman."
He pulled back to look at her. "As opposed to...? — Dana Marton

I'm an only child. Mostly raised by my father outside of Saratoga, doing martial arts and snowmobiling. I wore sweaters, jeans and sneakers. I was more interested in four-wheeling in the Catskills than doing my hair and makeup at 7 A.M. before school. — JWoww

That makes two weeks. Two weeks to change the world, and fourteen days to ruin it. — Markus Zusak

People have a hard time letting go of their suffering. Out of a fear of the unknown, they prefer suffering that is familiar. — Thich Nhat Hanh

Did you hear him ' do not concern yourselves'. — Page Morgan

Most of the laugh tracks on television were recorded in the early 1950's. These days, most of the people you hear laughing are dead. — Chuck Palahniuk

Being born into this world involves taking on a conditioned view of identity - for a while at least. We are all conditioned from a very young age to believe that we are separate and incomplete, and that if we could only just get something additional then we will somehow become whole. — Dhyana Stanley

I'd be okay with that kind of trouble, Amber said, as a pair of flannel-clad farm boys headed toward them. — Laura Ruby

Italy was about churches, Greece it's ruins; but Israel was about surviving and about feeling glad. — Martha Gellhorn

If there is shit all around me, how can I eat my ice cream? — S. Balaram

Dorian walked slowly back to his rooms, his heart racing. He could still feel her lips on his, smell the scent of her hair, and see the gold in her eyes flickering in the candlelight.
Consequences be damned. He'd find a way to make it work; he'd find a way to be with her. He had to.
He had leapt from the cliff. He could only wait for the net. — Sarah J. Maas

The goal of my life isn't just ... to be happy.
'Wouldn't it be easier if it was, though? — Veronica Roth