Terrycloth Quotes & Sayings

I'm a dog lover and sex addict. Those two things are unrelated. — Dark Jar Tin Zoo

I conclude that the Wagnerian operas which are already in the repertoire, and other masterworks as well, stand in no further need of my services. — Franz Liszt

If I was just a fan of music, I would think that I was the number one artist in the world. — Kanye West

Doubts are the messengers of the Living One to the honest. They are the first knock at our door of things that are not yet, but have to be, understood ... Doubts must precede every deeper assurance; for uncertainties are what we first see when we look into a region hitherto unknown, unexplored, unannexed. — George MacDonald

As he wrapped her in white terrycloth, Kyle eyed his lingering hardness. "Again?"
Cole turned his bride to hug her from behind, nuzzling her neck. "I'll have you in my bed next," he said. "I'm going to make love to you so thoroughly that, tomorrow? You'll walk like John Wayne."
Her laughter sounded so free. — Debra Anastasia

For me, Molly Hatchet is high school. It makes me feel like I have hair and a future. — Dave Attell

I do more work in Britain than I do anywhere else in the world. — Edwin Starr

At my lowest point, I was nearly $700,000 in debt. — Robert Kiyosaki

That is a risk. Risk/reward, life's chances. There's always that part of it. — Chan Gailey

I was in my recliner bundled up in my terrycloth robe, a gift from my great aunt Maureen, that came with some sage advice: darling, after a warm body, a terrycloth robe is the next best thing to cuddle up with on a cold night. — Suzanne M. Trauth

Sometime later, I stood watching the cold rain fall, when suddenly I felt Daemon's arms around me and his lips on my neck. He loved my pregnant body and his hands roamed over it under the warm terrycloth of my bathrobe. I was lost in the moment, content to stay here forever ... lost in the cold rain and welcoming warmth of Dublin, and lost in the arms of my husband. Since we arrived early this morning we were in our room, making love and sleeping, lost in a fairy tale moment, savoring every caress. — Rebecca Boucher