Sherea Lloyd Quotes & Sayings

My wife is pretty geeky and will occasionally quote 'Anchorman' at me. — Adam McKay

[Mead described the Arapesh as a culture in which both sexes were] placid and contented, unaggressive and noninitiatory, noncompetitive and responsive, warm, docile, and trusting. — Margaret Mead

If my father was the head of our house, my mother was its heart. — Irving Pichel

There is no greater sensation of consciousness than to expend yourself completely through the quickening fires of passion. — Bryant McGill

W are all carrying the imprints of our most ancient ancestors. Not simply in the genetic code, but in the imprints of attention that are passed on. — Frederick Lenz

I love having somebody there - that companion thing. You know who you're going to eat with, who you're going to see a movie with. — Chris Rock

Destiny doesn't control your life, but it does place you on a path. It's how you walk down that path that determines stories I tell. — Pamela Yates

Ernest [Hemmingway] was always ready to lend a helping hand to the one on the rung above him. — F Scott Fitzgerald

Sometimes it's hard to see the difference between change and compromise, between sacrificing something you want for something you want a little bit more. "I — Erin Loechner

You can't figure out the Universe, especially if you're using figures to figure it. — Alan Watts

I always put a little bit of restrictions on myself, and I only do it for my creativity. — Sune Rose Wagner

The battle going on over gay marriage in America reveals an awful lot. The Bible belt - people hate gay people. Because the Bible tells them? No, the Bible tells them an awful lot of things that they ignore. — Ian McKellen

I venture the challenging statement that if American democracy ceases to move forward as a living force, seeking day and night by peaceful means to better the lot of our citizens, fascism will grow in strength in our land. — Franklin D. Roosevelt

At the teasing penetration, my hips jerk upward. Wes chuckles and eases his finger deeper, until the pad of it is stroking my prostate. My entire body trembles. Tingles. Burns. He spends a maddeningly long time torturing me with his mouth and finger - no, fingers. He's got two inside me now, rubbing that sensitive place and bringing white dots to my eyes. "Wes," I murmur. He raises his head. His gray eyes are smoky with desire. "Hmmm?" he says lazily. "Stop fucking teasing me and start fucking fucking me," I rasp. "Fucking fucking you? Did you really need two fuckings?" "One's an adverb and one's a verb." My voice is as tight as every muscle in my body. I'm about to go up in flames if he doesn't make me come. His laughter warms my thigh. "I love the English language, dude. It's so creative." "Are we really having this conversation right now?" I growl when his teeth sink into my inner thigh. His fingers are still lodged inside me, but no longer moving. — Sarina Bowen