T K R K Bezi Hastaliklari Quotes & Sayings

I am an avid hunter and marksman, and I will not hesitate to shoot anyone who has myself or family in fear for our lives. — Kid Rock

It is our duty and our privilege to keep America moving forward. — Bill Frist

So I feared not just the violence of this world but the rules designed to protect you from it, the rules that would have you contort your body to address the block, and contort again to be taken seriously by colleagues, and contort again so as not to give the police a reason. All my life I'd heard people tell their black boys and black girls to "be twice as good," which is to say "accept half as much." These words would be spoken with a veneer of religious nobility, as though they evidenced some unspoken quality, some undetected courage, when in fact all they evidenced was the gun to our head and the hand in our pocket. This is how we lose our softness. This is how they steal our right to smile. — Ta-Nehisi Coates

I'm glad acting sunk its teeth into me, because now I can't imagine doing anything else. — Ryan Kwanten

Virtue consisteth of three parts,
temperance, fortitude, and justice. — Epicurus

There is peace even in the storm — Vincent Van Gogh

Moral, adj. Conforming to a local and mutable standard of right. Having the quality of general expediency. — Ambrose Bierce

Most of our desires are born and nurtured at other people's expense. — Michel De Montaigne

God, Eva. Your cunt loves my cock." Reaching for the headboard, Gideon stretched over me, my legs trapped between us. Fully exposed and tilted back for his pleasure, I was helpless to do more than watch as he straightened his hips and sank the last few inches of his penis into me. The sound that left me was a harsh wail, the pleasure so intense it hurt. Distantly, I heard Gideon curse, felt his powerful body shudder. "You good?" he bit out, his teeth grinding. I tried to catch my breath, my lungs expanding as much as they were able. "Eva." He growled my name. "Are. You. Good?" Unable to speak, I reached for his hips, my fingers catching in his boxer briefs. I had a moment to think how hot that was, that he hadn't bothered to undress either one of — Sylvia Day

Style is only the frame to hold your thoughts. It is like the sash of a window; if heavy, it will obscure the light. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

Because that's what the Brotherhood and their families were. Close as siblings, tighter than blood because they were chosen. — J.R. Ward