Soteria Wellness Quotes & Sayings

Cox shrugged. You want a dick on your forehead, I'm sure little West is up for the job, seein' as whatever the fuck you did to him with that patchouli-smellin' pussy of yours has got him all sorts of worked up, calling you his girl and threatenin' me and shit. — Madeline Sheehan

Her brother Rhaegar had died for the woman he loved. — George R R Martin

We are compelled to choose," he sometimes complained, "between the savagery of Communism and the vulgarism of America. — Pearl S. Buck

It is possible to be a fan of reality TV, talent shows and bubblegum pop and still have a brain. You will also see that a great many people know perfectly well how silly and camp and trivial their fandom is. They do not check in their minds when they enter a fan site. Judgement is not necessarily fled to brutish beasts, and men have not quite lost their reason. Which is all a way of questioning whether pop-culture hero worship is really so psychically damaging, so erosive of cognitive faculties, so corrupting of the soul of mankind as we are so often told. — Stephen Fry

and - wait, I'm sorry, did you call me Ryan Theodore?" She waves her hand as if the question is inconsequential. "I don't know your middle name so I had to make one up. Because, sweetie, you really needed to be middle-named for mangling those poor onions. — Sarina Bowen

All things pass ... Patience attains all it strives for. — Teresa Of Avila

My fans need me. I need me. — DMX

My brother and I were both teenage writers, and he was, I have to say, better than I was, but he went into science, and I went into writing. — Margaret Atwood

In the midst of silence Lyra stood by Lanre's body and spoke his name. Her voice was a commandment. Her voice was steel and stone. Her voice told him to live again. But Lanre lay motionless and dead"
"In the midst of fear Lyra knelt by Lanre's body and breathed his name. Her voice beckoning. Her voice was love and longing. Her voice called him to live again. But Lanre lay dead and cold."
"In the midst of despair Lyra fell across Lanre's body and wept his name. Her voice was a whisper. Her voice was echo and emptiness. Her voice begged him to live again. But Lanre lay breathless and dead — Patrick Rothfuss