Overloud Quotes & Sayings

I have tried a little kinky stuff. A woman called me and said, 'I have mirrors all over my bedroom. Bring a bottle.' I brought Windex. — Rodney Dangerfield

It is strange how oftentimes the air speaks.
We are sane as long as we hear voices when there are none.
We are insane when we hear nothing and worse we are deaf. — Calvin Miller

No one is perfect and everyone wishes they could change something about themselves. — Julia Jones

Women communicate differently and process information differently, which leads them to resolve conflicts differently. — Dee Dee Myers

Retrospective analysis is not a useful guide to current problems. — David Ignatius

To restore religion, gentlemen, it is necessary to condemn the Church. — Pierre-Joseph Proudhon

It is less difficult for a woman to obtain celebrity by her genius than to be forgiven for it. — Jacques Pierre Brissot

I promise you. You will survive this. Feel my hand. It is yours now, my queen. I promise you. I am yours. — Carrie Jones

To achieve a higher consciousness, fill your heart with love and forget to judge, compete, or compare. — Debasish Mridha

It's the sacrifice I'm not willing to make right now to leave my children because I felt it wasn't only my choice. — Joan Chen

He turned to look at the door and narrowed his eyes. So, Rule Number One, apparently, was that he wasn't allowed to crack a smile during foreplay. "Got it," he muttered to himself as he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the side before stepping up to the door and throwing it open. — Abigail Roux

Rosette disappeared onto the dance floor. Wells sat in silence for a minute, watching the dancers. The worldwide cult of fast money spent stupidly. The worldwide cult of trying too hard. Moscow, Rio, Los Angeles, Tokyo, New York, London, Shanghai--the story was the same everywhere. The same overloud music, the same overpromoted brand names, the same fake tits, about as erotic as helium balloons. Everywhere an orgy of empty consumption and bad sex. Las Vegas was the cult's world headquarters, Donald Trump its patron saint. Wells had spent ten years in the barren mountains of Afghanistan and Pakistan. He never wanted to live there again. But if he had to choose between an eternity there or in the supposed luxury of this club, he'd go back without a second thought. — Alex Berenson

Nothing in this place is sexy," I told him, and he[Dex] laughed.
"Oh, come on, Izzy. Even you, Miss Anti-Romance, can admit there's something just a little bit appealing about making out in a candlelit cave."
"Bats live in caves," I reminded him. "And where there are bats, There's bat poop. Lot's of it. Did you know there's a cave in Mexico where they have a whole mountain made out guano? — Rachel Hawkins

He dragged his lips up the soft skin of her neck and gently nipped her ear lobe, sipping on the soft flesh. Her hands splayed against his chest.
Expecting a shove, his senses careened when her fingers fisted his surcoat. Their ragged breath overloud in the forest, he eased his face away, nose rubbing against her jaw on his retreat, and sought her eyes. Hers darkened and - Lord help him - held no censure, only interest.
He stepped back. — Angela Quarles

It makes life very simple actually. You could be giving a TV interview in howling gale and it no longer matters. — William Hague

After the raid, the neighborhood was officially repossessed by the city of Portland, and a number of the houses were razed. The plan was to set up new low-income condos for some of the municipal workers, but construction stalled after the terrorist incidents, and as I cross over into the Highlands, all I see is rubble: holes in the ground, and trees felled and left with their roots exposed to the sky, dirty, churned earth, and rusting metal signs declaring it a hard-hat area.
It's so quiet that even the sound of my wheels as they turn seems overloud. A thought comes to me suddenly, unbidden - Quiet through the grave go I; or else beneath the graves I lie - the old rhyme we used to whisper as kids when we passed a graveyard.
A graveyard: That's exactly what the Highlands is like now. — Lauren Oliver