Rusch Park Quotes & Sayings

Today every invention is received with a cry of triumph which soon turns into a cry of fear. — Bertolt Brecht

What actresses do today when they appear on the screen is what they did once upon a time for getting to appear on the screen. — George Burns

From a yogic perspective, stillness, coupled with expanded awareness, is by far the most powerful medium by which you can affect your destiny. — Rod Stryker

I'm going to imprison you in pleasure. Until you're crying. Until you're begging. Until your well kept secrets are on fire and dripping down your thighs. I'm going to crush your sexy resistance with my lips and tongue. And I'm going to be right at your scorching mouth, eating up the sounds of your mind blowing orgasm until you say it-- no, until you scream it. Lucian. Lucian Bane. That's what I want you to scream while I milk the ecstasy from your pretty little soul. — Lucian Bane

Whilst the beautifully crafted image of Michel Angelo's youthful looking priestess
looks out from her position on the ceiling of the sistine chapel linked forever with
Heaven Earth and Time. — Daniel Peter Buckley

salami tactics - slicing off layers of opposition one by one. — Timothy Snyder

When men think and believe in one set of symbols and act in ways which are contrary to their professed and conscious ideas, confusion and insincerity are bound to result. — John Dewey

I remember a class I taught at Ohio State where I assigned a Mary Gaitskill story, which really wasn't that bad, and I had this one girl refuse to read it. But better that reaction than no reaction at all. — Donald Ray Pollock

If you do not stand firm in the faith, you may fall. — Lailah Gifty Akita

But Aladdin says nothing.
Instead, he lowers his face and softly kisses the side of my neck, his mouth trailing up to the skin behind my ear. Goose bumps break across my skin, and I turn my face to meet his lips with mine. This kiss is gentler than our last, long and slow and restrained. It is a kiss of longing. A kiss of farewell. His hands tighten around my waist, pulling me against him. We drift in a slow circle, sending out ripples that make the floating flowers bob and dip.
"You keep so many secrets," he murmurs. "I could spend the rest of my life discovering you." He tucks my hair behind my ear, his eyes devouring my face. — Jessica Khoury