Rokeris Moravu Quotes & Sayings

Compassion for animals is intimately associated with goodness of character, and it may be confidently asserted that he who is cruel to animals cannot be a good man. — Arthur Schopenhauer

Indeed, one would be hard put to say which was more real for him: the world of imagination in which he lived, or the world of reality in which he was but a temporary guest. — Joshua Foer

It's true, and I was really hideous as a preteen. Tall and gawky. I used to bump my head into everything. Still do sometimes. (Kat)
You are my daughter. (Acheron)
Sure I am, I can't imagine you ever being uncoordinated. (Kat)
Oh, I assure you I've nailed quite a few signs with my forehead. It's a wonder 'Exit' isn't permanently imprinted right between my eyes. (Acheron) — Sherrilyn Kenyon

Keeping your head down and doing the best job you can in the beginning gives you the opportunity to be evaluated on the basis of the contributions you are making. [Then], when you feel strongly about your work or about a position, you'll be given more attention [than] if you hadn't done that constantly. — Hillary Clinton

To follow Jesus doesn't remove us from the stuff of life. It is not resolution. It is tension and journey. — Crowder

I like sweaters. I have a sweater obsession, I guess. — Drake

My dad was old school Jewish. Not do your taxes Jewish - steal your car Jewish. — Dov Davidoff

It could take a lifetime to really get to know someone. Do we ever really know everything about the people we love? No, I think that takes time, trust and respect. — Loni Flowers

Life was resumed, and anxious living blew away as if it had not been. I could not breathe deep enough or long enough. It was a return to happiness. — Sarah Orne Jewett

It is not a case of you being inferior when you bow at your Dom's feet. The reality is your Dom only has the illusion of power. You are the one in control. You decide how far the scene will go. It is your gift to him or her. — Red Phoenix

That's sweet. Nice of you." Johnson put his hands in his pockets. Dove couldn't help but wonder if he was massaging a sore bag of testicles. Dove looked around, and Johnson shuffled his feet. It seemed neither knew what to say, but she hoped neither wanted to part ways either.
Johnson's default was always medical.
"How's your infection?"
Die. Die. Kill me.
"It's ... cleared up ... nicely." Dove twisted her hand into her hair. — Debra Anastasia