Softest Toilet Quotes & Sayings

When Jesus comes back, these crazy, greedy, capitalistic men are gonna kill him again. — Mike Tyson

The universe created us for and with love, joy, charm and beauty; but we are always running behind what is dirty. — Debasish Mridha

It seems that Fate has decreed that I live through my entire daydream in reality! — Diana Wynne Jones

I made my name". What does this mean? It means that a man has successfully graduated through the process of inner self-development — Sunday Adelaja

Don't you have something better to do right now, like chase after that polar bear dude or find that toilet paper your kind are so fond of?" She loved how his lips turned into a grin. "Only the softest for my sweet cheeks. — Eve Langlais

Every fundamentalism focuses on end times, and Armageddon is, in a sense, a rhetorical trope, an emphatic and overwhelming conclusion, meant to wrap up and make tidy the mistaken wanderings of history. For a fundamentalist the end is one of the forms desire takes, a passion no different from lust or avarice, intense with longing and the need for fulfillment and relief. It's like they're horny for apocalypse. They get off on denouements, which partly explains why Hell House never amounted to much more than a series of murderous conclusions. It focused only on that part of a story where life finds itself fated. Inside every act a judgement was coiled. Real people with their ragged and uncertain lives, their stumbling desires, their bleak or blessed futures, would only break into the narrative, complicating the story, dragging it on endlessly. — Charles D'Ambrosio

The Merchant, to Secure His Treasure The merchant, to secure his treasure, Conveys it in a borrowed name: Euphelia serves to grace my measure, But Cloe is my real flame. My softest verse, my darling lyre Upon Euphelia's toilet lay - When Cloe noted her desire That I should sing, that I should play. My lyre I tune, my voice I raise, But with my numbers mix my sighs; And whilst I sing Euphelia's praise, I fix my soul on Cloe's eyes. Fair Cloe blushed; Euphelia frowned: I sung, and gazed; I played, and trembled: And Venus to the Loves around Remarked how ill we all dissembled. — Edgar Allan Poe

The seed of a metaphysical or religious defeat is in us all. For the honest questioner, however, who doesn't seek refuge in some faith or fantasy, there will never be an answer. — Peter Wessel Zapffe

This guy is funny. But is he safe? And how much is that worth when the world itself has ceased to exist? — Isabella Olivia Ellis