Saladins Empire Quotes & Sayings

Never pass up the chance to be kissing someone. It's the worst kind of regret. — Patrick Ness

As More says, it hardly makes a man a hero, to agree to stand and burn once he is chained to a stake. I have written books and I cannot unwrite them. I cannot unbelieve what I believe. I cannot unlive my life. pg.404 — Hilary Mantel

No matter what I do, it somehow comes out right - even if it was a mistake! — Mario Montez

Can I be your favorite girl?"
"You already are, Duchess. — Tarryn Fisher

This is so obviously about me needing a mother figure, she thought, disgusted with herself. I wonder if I'm going to get swoony around middle-aged women until I am one. — Rainbow Rowell

He loved the way that Laurent kissed, as if Damen was the only person that he had ever kissed, or would ever want to. The — C.S. Pacat

The person they're working with, is going to be the person they'll know more. So if that person leaves, they're going to go - well, should have I left too? What did they get and how does that compare to my deal. — Ben Horowitz

Lyrically I address loads of things that I've never talked about before, about me or about other people. — Joshua James Alphonse Franceschi

I work my hardest and she still kicks the crap out of me. — Pittacus Lore

When our trials come, when we feel pain and suffering, when our tears flow again, it is our joy and comfort to lift our faces heavenward and to go on, standing on the promises of God. — W. A. Criswell

Weep all the artful tears you like. You shall never make my hard heart the softer. — Sarah Waters

POUND
We spend twelve hundred generations developing
so-called civilization to the point where it
produces an expert who can offer us salvation
from our superstitions, and all we end up with
is another superstition! If it takes someone
like Freud to save us from our neuroses, what's
it gonna take to save us from Freud? — Billy Marshall Stoneking

Please, baby, you had to know the Devil would be well endowed. — Debra Anastasia

I've come to ask my questions. The ones my dead girl left inside me.
Is it my fault.
What happened to you.
Are you happy.
What do you want from me. — Lidia Yuknavitch