Tenetur Quotes & Sayings

I miss more loving someone so deeply that I can't imagine a forever without her kisses. — Thomm Quackenbush

but you're giving a very good impression of a lovelorn fool pining for his girl. — William Boyd

Today is the day to stop, look around, realize where you are in relation to where you want to be, change direction if needed and move forward with faith in God and in yourself. — Toni Sorenson

Confucius sat down to rest, and his students immediately started asking him questions. On that day, he was in a good mood and so decided to answer. Someone asked him: — Paulo Coelho

Sometimes, how a situation is perceived carries more weight than the reality of the matter. — Tammara Webber

Trouble, it don't need an engraved invitation. — Therese Anne Fowler

Oh yes! Smell how much I need you!" Taylor's hips bucked over and over, desperately searching for a part of their bodies to wet with her cream. — Lola Newmar

Get on your knees and pray, then get on your feet and work. — Gordon B. Hinckley

The wild boar is often held by a small dog.
[Lat., A cane non magno saepe tenetur aper.] — Ovid

One idealizes people when they're away, it's true that absence makes the heart grow fonder, and when one sees them again one's often surprised that one saw anything in them at all. — W. Somerset Maugham

When you touch me there, honey, makes my blood perspire, you got my body flaming like a California fire. Pulsing, pounding, pushing no longer in control, heatwave in my brain, smolder in my soul. — Alice Cooper

Jesus teaches us to forgive and I've got to trust him on that one. — Billy Corgan

It's a lifestyle. If you do something good that is worth making, you should make it forever. It's like being a farmer. Just because he makes a gallon of milk doesn't make him stop. — Josh Smith

If you search for imperfections, you'll find them — Jose Enincas

He is a wise man who does not grieve for the things which he has not, but rejoices for those which he has. — Epictetus

She was perfect, pure maddening sex, and she knew it, and she played on it, dripped it, and allowed you to suffer for it. — Charles Bukowski