Nastavljanje Cevi Quotes & Sayings

I'm not talking about the blood ecstasy. I'm talking about my being able to fill that emotion void she has. You know her as well as I do, maybe better. She aches with it. She needs to be accepted for who she is so badly. And I was able to do that. Do you know good that felt? To be able to show someone that, yes, you are someone worth sacrificing for? That you like them for their faults and that you respect them for their ability to rise above them? — Kim Harrison

You snore."
"I don't!"
"Only a little. Very ladylike snores. I found them charming. — Shana Abe

We can see that the baby is as much an instrument of nourishment for us as we are for him. — Polly Berrien Berends

This is priceless. Big stud on campus couldn't make a girl come. You've officially given me enough ammo to rag on you for years."
Yup, I sure did. Nobody ever said I was smart. — Elle Kennedy

If sexual intercourse, as the poets tell us, began in 1963, it was another decade and a half before the American political system began to take notice. — Michael Kinsley

There's something so remarkable in the intensity of taking care of somebody who can't take care of him or herself. And then watching that little person bloom into adolescence. — Bill Ayers

In Buddhism, there is no place for using effort. Just be ordinary and nothing special. Eat your food, move your bowels, pass water and when you're tired go and lie down. The ignorant will laugh at me, but the wise will understand. — Bruce Lee

Nudists have no fashion sense. — Peter Kunkel

It's a privilege to love someone, to truly love them; and while it's paradisaical if she or he loves you back, it's unfair to demand or expect reciprocity. We should consider ourselves luck, honored, blessed that we possess the capacity to feel tenderness of such magnitude and be grateful even when that love is not returned. Love is the only game in which we win even when we lose. — Tom Robbins

That fire you see can't last. Still, as it burns, it lights everything. — David Kirby

The more supple vagabond, too, is sure to appear on the least rumor of such a gathering, and the next day to disappear, and go into his hole like the seventeen-year locust, in an ever-shabby coat, though finer than the farmer's best, yet never dressed ... He especially is the creature of the occasion. He empties both his pockets and his character into the stream, and swims in such a day. He dearly loves the social slush. There is no reserve of soberness in him. — Henry David Thoreau