Modista Dibujo Quotes & Sayings

I stole your seed, the succubus said to his mind, and he could not deny it. They had done it to him several times in the years of his torment, had taken his seed and spawned alu-demons, Wulfgar's children. It was the first time Wulfgar had been able to consciously recall the memory since his return to the surface, the first time the horror of seeing his demonic offspring had forced itself through the mental barriers he had erected. — R.A. Salvatore

Psychology has a long past, yet its real history is short. — Hermann Ebbinghaus

The serious questions that are talked out or strangled with red tape are more numerous than those that are killed by silence; the number of people whose ideas are knocked on the head in societies is greater in our day than that of the solitary fighters who go under. — Ellen Key

The diversity of our connections outside our particular tribe is directly proportionate to our ability to listen, learn and love. — Steve Knox

The balance of life; every loss is a gain. And every gain is a loss. — Lailah Gifty Akita

We naturally take in the catastrophes of our friends a pleasure which genuinely does not preclude friendship. This is partly but not entirely because we enjoy being empowered as helpers. The unexpected or inappropriate catastrophe is especially piquant. — Iris Murdoch

Yes, sir. I will get fucking lost somewhere. If you can't find me in a few days, you can bet that I'm balls deep in some pussy." I smile and leave the room. — Rose Dewallvin

I drove out. There were a half-dozen cars there. A house man let me in. Brell came hurrying to me to pump my hand. He was a trim-bodied man in his late forties, dark and handsome in a slightly vulpine way, and I suspected he wore a very expensive and inconspicuous hair piece. He looked the type to go bald early. He had a resonant voice and a slightly theatrical presence. He wore tailored twill ranch pants and a crisp white shirt with blue piping. — John D. MacDonald

I wasn't home. Home wasn't that bed and that pain. Home didn't hurt. There were no strangers who hid their faces or their voices from me. Home held no secrets. — Josin L. McQuein