Paul Tollett Quotes & Sayings

I once read that you fell in love like how you fell asleep: slowly at first and then all at once. — Emma Scott

To carry a secret is to play with fire. Try to pass it on and you'd risk hurting someone else. Hold on to it and eventually you'd get burned. — Emily Thorne

And I'm so thankful that I've been allowed to show another side of Trish. — Trish Stratus

Remember: there is no place, no community, no external circumstance that is not serviceable for the battle you have chosen. The exception is only such work as directly serves your vices. — Tito Colliander

I always wanted to be ambidextrous, ever since I was a little girl. I wanted to be able to use both hands, and I still use my left hand a lot. — Holly Madison

Moscow was an enormous city, but there was nowhere to go in it. — Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

Morris Halle was already working on a generative phonology of Russian in the 1950s, and we also worked together on the generative phonology of English, at first jointly with Fred Lukoff. — Noam Chomsky

A man whose life has been dishonourable is not entitled to escape disgrace in death. — Lucius Accius

I took whatever the devil offered me. — Robin Thicke

He's evil, and the only thing that stops evil is death. — Kayla Krantz

If then we have angels, let us be sober, as though we were in the presence of tutors; for there is a demon present also. — John Chrysostom

I consider it a degradation and a stain on my honor to submit to baptism in order to qualify myself for state employment in Prussia. — Heinrich Heine

Even if you were taken out of school for want of money, Hugh. It's no excuse for false values. The world is full of poor people who understand that love and friendship are more important than riches - Maisie Greenbourne — Ken Follett

If I ever stood a chance of resisting her, it evaporates the instant she leans into me. So does every last ounce of finesse that I'm normally capable of. The kiss that should've started out slow starts out like a forest fire. The first taste of her tongue consumes me.
And I'm lost.
And I'm lost.
My hands are in her hair and my mouth is devouring hers. I give no thought to where I am or the girlfriend whose father I work for. I can't think past how badly I want to be inside the tight, hot body of the girl in my arms.
But why? Why do I want her so bad? — M. Leighton