Pella Quotes & Sayings

Mew - mew. Mew." I jump back from her finger swipes. "I am fluent in pussy, but I have no idea what this fucking means, Georgia. — Pella Grace

Who loves you, Warren Valentine? She did. I want Lilla to know that kind of love. The kind of love that never leaves or abandons. — Pella Grace

An artist, if you'd really like to know who's fucking your wife. — Pella Grace

I want to have an affair. — Pella Grace

I think you better hurry along with that French toast making, Stud. You know - before my fetus eats your face."
"It would be equally as delicious. — Pella Grace

I don't want to be the anchor around his feet. I want to be the sky. I want to be the colorful weird name. — Pella Grace

Pella started as a massive shape separated itself from behind the hanging. — Steven Erikson

She recalled her father saying to her, 'My dear Anna, do not forget that a friend who is not willing to risk his very friendship for a friend is perhaps not such a good friend as he thinks he is. — Judith Pella

I'm not trying to make you cry. I'm trying to make you see. You're just like the colorful sky, Lilla, this beautiful creation, forgotten. Hidden wonders unseen, by those who don't bother to look any longer. I look. I can see them. — Pella Grace

History comforts the dull-witted,"" the young Malazan said.
Beneth barked a laugh as he reached the gate. "And whose words are those, Pella? Not yours."
The guard's brows rose, then shrugged. "I forget you're Korelri sometimes, Beneth. Those words? Emperor Kellanved. — Steven Erikson

The Produce Gem grins from half-way down the chip aisle. "And I thought the cucumber choosing was detailed."
Cash.
He was watching.
He saw me breaking it down.
He saw my invisible bad summer-time fashion choices. — Pella Grace

I'm tickling a traced pattern over her bare hip. She's pretending to sleep. Her smile is an idiot. A bad secret keeper. — Pella Grace

I didn't say you weren't, but moving on the hope that some man will hire you seems a bit risky.'
'No more so than diggin' in the dirt for your dreams - only to find it's your grave you've been diggin'. — Judith Pella

We tangle and merge. Love and let go. No one will ever know her like I do. I've touched every inch of skin. I've explored every part of her being. I love her shy when I pull her to my hips, my lap. I love her present uncertainty for things she knows how to do so fucking good. I love her pink flushed skin all over. — Pella Grace

Snatch is an ugly word," I say. "Like it's going to rip my dick off. Yeah - that is an ugly motherfucking word. But pussy? It just sounds soft. Cuddly. It sounds wonderful. Pussy. I love that word. — Pella Grace

Knock the bullshit off. Love her like crazy, endlessly, stripped of reserve and preservation. Be out of our fucking minds with love, lust and longing. Belonging. Knock on the door of uncertainty and bounce in anticipation of not knowing what resides behind it. Love whatever comes our way because it's part of us. Love every ugly word and beautiful sigh. — Pella Grace

I'll take her home. You guys finish ... whatever ... you were doing. She glances to me, a slight blush on her face. I tug Cash's borrowed shirt down, hiding my red ass cheek. The spatula is still in his hand. He's only wearing boxers. Dear Lord. — Pella Grace

I didn't know you were such a light-weight. I would have cut you off, Love Lump."
I make a face, digging the bottle from the couch cushions. "Light-weight? This motherfucker is gone. Light-weight. Come lay on me. I'll slap your sweet pussy swollen. — Pella Grace

For supper." "We'll — Judith Pella

I fall against the wall with her, smothering her mouth with mine in an assault of lust, love, kisses. I want it all over her. To fill her with what I feel inside of me. A star? A wish? I wish we weren't in the damn hallway of the store. I wish this were my bed and I could go slower. I wish time could cease and this moment could go on forever. I wish I could appreciate all of the sounds I'm regrettably swallowing down to keep us a secret. Her whispered pleas for more. More. I wish I had more. — Pella Grace

But the people of the church in Jerusalem had been commanded by a revelation, vouchsafed to approved men there before the war, to leave the city and to dwell in a certain town of Perea called Pella. — Eusebius

I want to strangle my husband and slam the door as I leave. I want to leave a box of pasta on the counter with a note that says, cook your own dinner and suck your own dick. — Pella Grace

I worked in a grocery store my whole life, Honey-girl. I know what lonely housewives think of this."
"I meant the baby, Jerk."
"Attached to me."
"You think you're cute, don't you?"
"Are you honestly asking me this? I know you're not debating it. — Pella Grace

I'm sure her vagina isn't sticking out." I look at Poppy. "Jesus, it's not sticking out is it?"
"Go say something encouraging to that girl, Warren."
I pull Lilla's arm along, because I'll be damned, if there's a hideous vagina sticking out I'm not foregoing this shit alone. — Pella Grace

Why are you dim when your face is so fucking pretty? When your eyes are bright enough to light up my whole damn world. Why? — Pella Grace

I'd lick you numb, Mariah. You have no idea the things I'm capable of. — Pella Grace

Pella felt like she knew a lot about men, but she couldn't imagine what it would be like to be one of them, to be in a room of them with no woman present, to participate in their silent rights of contrition and redemption. — Chad Harbach

Don't condemn what another sees as perfection, just because it doesn't fit your ideals. You want that respect from them, so be the first to give it when considering their position." With — Judith Pella

For the love of mercy, I cannot walk into mediation with a swollen vagina, Cash. Please."
I smile against her thigh, rubbing my scratchy face against the softness of her skin.
"Is that what I'm doing?" Innocence - fuck no. I can't even fake that shit. — Pella Grace

Layers like a bad Van Gogh. Pella felt little beads — Chad Harbach

My head is in a world of hurt. My apartment is trashed. At the end of today, I could either be dating the girl who saves my family's future or is going to be the ending of it. When did life get so damn complicated? — Pella Grace

Sometimes a cloudless swatch of sky would blow past the moon, and Pella could see the outline of Mike's face in a slightly sharper relief. It was strange the way he loved her: a sidelong and almost casual love, as if loving her were simply a matter of course, too natural to mention. Like their first meeting on the steps of the gym, when he'd hardly so much as glanced at her. With David and every guy before David, what passed for love had always been eye to eye, nose to nose; she felt watched, observed, like the prize at the zoo, and she wound up pacing, preening, watching back, to fit the part. Whereas Mike was always beside her. She would stand at the kitchen window and look out at the quad, at the Melville statue and beyond that the beach and the rolling lake, and realize that Make, for however long, had been standing beside her, staring at the same thing. — Chad Harbach

Of course he's a Valentine. Look at him; he's the pure definition of the word. — Pella Grace

Pella felt relieved to sit across from someone who was willing to act so unreservedly glum in her presence, as if she weren't there. David never did that
David's eyes were always right on her, probing, admiring, assessing, enjoying. That was what he called love. — Chad Harbach