Monstress Volume Quotes & Sayings

Give a man a soccer ball, he plays for a moment. Teach a man to play soccer, he plays for a life time. — Theodore Roosevelt

You are intelligent, you are diplomatic, you are beautiful, and you are and always will be ... [he kisses her] ... MINE ... — Neil Jordan

She cried herself to sleep, and I held her until she stopped. I rolled over and pushed my face into the pillow. I figured if I could muffle my own crying, I would not wake her. — Linwood Barclay

Something that's happened recently is that I don't beat myself up about stuff. — Mindy Kaling

I went through the usual stages: imp, rascal, scalawag, whippersnapper. And, of course, after that it's just a small step to full-blown sociopath. — George Carlin

Although they're doing manual labor, they're both wearing tailored slacks and dressy leather shoes, which — Jen Lancaster

Want is the mistress of invention — Susanna Centlivre

You could knock," Trey said. Brian paused in the bedroom's doorway holding his towel around his waist. Standing before the long dresser, Trey wrapped his arms around the thin young man in front of him and plastered his body to the guy's back. Trey's hand slid up under the hem of his new friend's T-shirt. The guy's eyes widened and he caught Trey's hands in his. "H-hey, Master Sinclair, erm, Brian. Can I call you Brian?" Brian shrugged and the guy flushed. "This isn't what it looks like. I don't like guys or anything." He shook his head vigorously. "You will," Trey murmured, inching the guy's shirt further up his belly. "Trey, are you molesting virgins again?" Brian grinned at his best friend's delight with his latest conquest. — Olivia Cunning

Your day will go the way the corners of your mouth turn. — Winston Churchill

Whatever is happening here, it definitely bypassed go and went straight to really fucking weird without collecting two hundred dollars. — Sarah McCarry

Because we're two of a kind. You were made to take care of me, and I'm going to take care of you. — Jodi Picoult

After my older sister Pauline died, Faith dried my tears night after night as I cried myself to sleep. Faith persisted, and it woke me up every morning after, forcing me to leave the security of my down-covered cave and feel the warmth of the sun on my face. Faith never gives up. — Terri Enghofer

ghosts. He had learned a little of the history of Halyn House — Marion Zimmer Bradley

[Too many musicians are] too involved with doing and not listening. — Ray Still

You always want someone in your professional life who is going to be honest, who's going to call you on your bullshit. — Mark Owen