Simetricamente Quotes & Sayings

I was born upon thy bank, river, My blood flows in thy stream, And thou meanderest forever, At the bottom of my dream. — Henry David Thoreau

There was something very wrong with Bradley Somers. He thought in puzzle pieces and manipulations. He dreamed in darkness and blood dripping onto the carpet. He was only happy in the deepest misery. He found joy in the terrible. — A Meredith Walters

Only sheep need a shepherd. — T. Rafael Cimino

Usually, I avoid the topic by shoving food into my mouth then making "I'm sorry, as you can see, it would be rude for me to speak" hand signals — Libba Bray

A theory that you can't explain to a bartender is probably no damn good. — Ernest Rutherford

That boy," he said. "I've done him ever favor I could. Some folks you can't do nothing with. Just sorry. God knows I've done plenty of drinking and stuff in my time, but I be damn if I ever tried to cheat anybody out of any money. — Larry Brown

We tend to think that it's up to others to respect our needs and fill them for us. But that doesn't ever work, and for the following reason:
If you have a hard time knowing what it is you really need, then how on earth can you logically expect someone else to know? — Amanda Butterworth

Some girls need men to take them places. Others just click their heels, spread their own wings, and fly. — Coco J. Ginger

One thing that I think never goes out of style is just purity. Niceness and purity. And the Muppets have never lost that. Kermit especially is just wide-eyed wonder, unblinking. And he can't blink. Which I think probably helps. — Jason Segel

I suppose they call me a woman's director because there were all these movie queens in the old days, and I directed most of them. But I also directed Jack Barrymore and Ronald Colman and James Stewart, to name a few. — George Cukor

A label locks me into a definition that people use to control me. A vision graces me with an idea that serves to release me. — Craig D. Lounsbrough

Never had any boy begged apples as Orlando begged paper; nor sweetmeats as he begged ink. Stealing away from talk and games, he had hidden himself behind curtains, in priest's holes, or in the cupboard behind his mother's bedroom which had a great hole in the floor and smelt horribly of starling's dung, with an inkhorn in one hand, a pen in another, and on his knee a roll of paper. — Virginia Woolf

But...a vibrator can't hold you in its arms or give you the full-body experience."

Em clamped down on the wicked surge of heat between her legs, thinking about a full-body experience with Lincoln Quinn. "It's not going to make me lie in the wet spot, either."

"It can't snuggle with you after," he countered with another laugh.

Em snorted. "And that's your specialty, is it? Hanging around for pillow talk?"

"I'll have you know I give very good pillow talk."

Sure. And Elvis was alive and living at Henley Stadium. "Right," she muttered. "Of course you do."

"I really do." He nodded. "Most women seem to be more interested in me giving them good head, but hey, I'm a full service kinda guy. — Amy Andrews