Neeva Quotes & Sayings

I don't want to swim on the surface anymore and I never want to pretend again that I know you completely. Let me dive deep inside you, take me in and allow me to look into your
secrets, make me feel every breath I take and crave for it more . Carry me to your darker side where you are afraid to allow
anyone. Pull me deep inside and make me one of your secrets. — Akshay Vasu

Welcome to the world of difficult choices. You're doing a brave thing, Neeva, but it only counts if the ones you love know you're doing it of your own free will. — Taylor Stevens

In the modern world, those who are weak will get unambiguous advice from foreign visitors which way to go and what policy course to pursue. — Vladimir Putin

With a boot on his chest, she used her free hand to search for the syringe he surely carried. Found it. Jabbed it into his thigh. Waited with the gun to his head until his eyes shut and his jaw went slack. Punched him just to be sure. The sedative would have been measured to heavily dose Neeva and her nearly half-weight to his, but at this point, what the fuck ever.
A group of pedestrians on the other side of the street had watched the entire scene. Munroe waved them on. "It's official business," she said, and whether they believed her or not, they moved on. Human nature was always more inclined to apathy, to avoiding
involvement, to seeing things as someone else's problem. People were easy like that. — Taylor Stevens

I am interested in the idea of 'taste.' And by 'taste,' I mean opinion, inspiration and the craft of creating a personality through fabric and design. — Olivier Theyskens

Neeva looked at the puddle of Christ's tears on the floor. When the power of Jesus fails you, then you know you truly are shit out of luck — Guillermo Del Toro

I will meet the world's demands and win! — Bob Proctor

When you have brothers, you learn to be fiercely competitive with someone you love so they won't kill you and you won't kill them. — Ted Danson

It was a human storm, composed of a thunder of cries, and a hail of sweetmeats, flowers, eggs, oranges, and nosegays. — Alexander Dumas