Schneiden Fels Quotes & Sayings

Shane moved his lower body away, even as his mouth continued to milk Keith, who lay with his hand over his face, his breath coming fast. Reed moved up to kiss him, and Keith responded instantly, his tongue playing with Reed's, even as the younger man rolled Keith completely onto his back and spread his legs. He — S.E. Jakes

That was really good driving," Maddy told her.
"Yeah, thanks."
"Here, baby. Here." Pilar turned her, held her when the shakes came. And, holding her, reached
out for Maddy. "Here, baby," she said again. Maddy pressed herself into that circle of comfort and let
the tears come. — Nora Roberts

As a scientist who deals with the deepest secrets of human mind, I know very well that global harmony is something that cannot be truly achieved in a few millennia. Yet it is the most glorious cause worth fighting for as a true sapiens. And I shall keep working for it relentlessly through thousands of generations yet to come. — Abhijit Naskar

I sometimes find, especially among my peers, that authenticity is not a ... means of growing in holiness, but a convenient cover for endless introspection, doubt, uncertainty, anger, and worldliness. So that if other Christians seem pure, assured, and happy we despise them for being inauthentic.
Granted, the church shouldn't be happy-clappy naive about life's struggles. Plenty of psalms show us godly ways to be real with our negative emotions. But the church should not apologize for preaching a confident Christ and exhorting us to trust Him in all things. Church is not meant to foster an existential crisis of faith every week — Kevin DeYoung

When Lydia approached the large bed built to accommodate his height, she paused and reached out a tentative hand to touch the coverlet. The innocent gesture made his blood boil with lust. Curious about my bed, are you? I don't sleep in that one, though I could show you - He broke off the dangerous thought, holding his breath as she passed the bed, still looking around. He smiled at the sight of her futile tiptoeing. What was she so curious about? — Brooklyn Ann