Syndicating Apartments Quotes & Sayings

Winners choose to make the smartest sacrifice. — Kevin Abdulrahman

Tonight, for the first time in eight very long years, she let me hold her. She didn't yell at me. She didn't push me away. My cousin's best friend got married tonight, and instead of my cousin standing up there as his best man, I had to take his place. But even with that reminder hovering over the night, she let me hold her. — Abbi Glines

God felt Day tilt his hips upward; driving God in deeper and he knew his lover was crossing over that thin line between pain and indescribable pleasure. God's balls had practically crawled up inside of him. He tried to think about anything that might ward of his orgasm, but Day's ass was squeezing him so damn tight, it was impossible not to focus on the sensation. God — A.E. Via

Striking out Ruth and Gehrig in succession was too big an order. — Carl Hubbell

Because of the security reasons for one thing and, second, my wife doesn't like to have her hair blown about. Have you got another silly question? — John Prescott

He was leaving my stepmother for a sailboat. Not that I blamed him. A sailboat would at least be useful. — Darynda Jones

long since given up trying to — Cambria Hebert

Now it was just the three of us: the leader, the warrior, and the kid about to wet his pants. Guess who I was. — D.J. MacHale

Don't live with writers. Writers are bastards. — Warren Ellis

The training of children is such a serous thing, and it means so much to them to be surrounded from the very beginning with good influences, that I should have thought the holier a man's vocation and the purer his life, the more fit he is to be a father — Ethel Lilian Voynich

Sometimes you wish to escape to another part of the book.
You stop reading and riffle the pages, catching sight of the story as it races ahead, not above the world but through it, through forests and complications, the chaos of intentions and cities.
As you near the last few pages you are hurtling through the book at increasing speed, until all is a blur of restlessness, and then suddenly your thumb loses its grip and you sail out of the story and back into yourself. The book is once again a fragile vessel of cloth and paper. You have gone everywhere and nowhere. — Thomas Wharton

I stare at his chest. I can't seem to make my eyes move away. When I seen him without his shirt before, back at Hopetown, all I noticed was the scars. But now all I can see is how lean an strong he is. With wide shoulders an arms roped with muscle. He ain't got no hair on his chest, not like Pa an Lugh. My fingers itch to touch it. Find out if his skin feels as smooth as it looks. — Moira Young

And I've been hurt hurt bad. I might be just twenty-six, but I'm an old woman in disguise twenty-six goin'on sixty-five. — Aretha Franklin