Opus Pistorum Quotes & Sayings

And what is it you want?" Her breath caressed his lips. Her eyes were nearly closed, and she leaned her body closer to his. "I want to see you laugh and smile every day. I want to hear you tell me you love me. I want to kiss you . . . every day." He pulled her body against his. "Now tell me you love me." "You are very impertinent," she said, her voice breathless and her cheeks turning pink, — Melanie Dickerson

I was in my element, excuse the pun. — Adele Rose

Now drawing four fingers up the sides of her stomach, my hands create a kind of invisible wave that sounds beneath her skin. Molding her torso every which way as if it were clay for me to experiment, I study the lines of her iridescent form flowing in a rhythmic beauty that fascinates me into this fixation. My finger circles around the rim of her belly button as if to enjoy the sounds that might come from a crystal glass. Her every touch absorbs my ability to discern thought as I become rested in this feeling of absolute ecstasy. Life without her I know would indefinitely destroy me, having already solemnly delivered my spirit to this angel that comes down to be with me. — Luccini Shurod

The real evil with which we have to contend is not the physical evil of the Famine, but the moral evil of the selfish, perverse and turbulent character of the people. — Charles Trevelyan

I wish I could believe in Druids' otherworld, where other people go when they die here, where they can live another life."
"And then come back to this world when they die there, over and over again. It does sound comforting"
"Except for one thing" Zachary's finger wound in my hair. "This is the only life I ever want. — Jeri Smith-Ready

The thing with bookshelves, no matter how many you have, you always fill them. — Douglas Coupland

What a frail thing a human being is - and without the Passenger, that is all I was, a poor imitation of a human being. Weak, soft, slow and stupid, unseeing, unhearing and unaware, helpless, hopeless, and harried. — Jeff Lindsay

The philosophers are wrong: it is not words that kill, it is silence. — Elie Wiesel