Trollies Christmas Quotes & Sayings

He breathed out, not quite a laugh or a sob.
God, yes. Bianca, I love you so much. Even if I never see you again, even if we walk out of here into an ambush you set up with your parents,
I am always going to love you. — Claudia Gray

Coffee as drunk in England, debilitates the stomach, and produces a slight nausea ... it is usually made from bad Coffee, served out tepid and muddy, and drowned in a deluge of water. — William Kitchiner

Have you ever noticed that, though we breed, raise, and kill ten billion animals per year, most of us never see even a single part of the process of meat production? — Melanie Joy

The sun, through the filter of the trees, glints green off the cells of her suit, outlines her soft curves. I'm overcome with visions of my father poring over his books, and the wet, verdant forest floor, and newts pausing over toxic yellow candy, and leaves flying up from the impact of Bryan's body hitting the ground. Another, confused part of me hears my father's voice calling the refs scum, trash, slime. With flashes of fury at Marisa, mixed with a sad, all-consuming longing that feels dangerously like love, I pluck her hands from my face and push her away. -from Fireseed One — Catherine Stine

I love the art of acting, so whether I do it on film with a million people seeing me or I do it in front of 20 people in a class showcasing my art, I am going to act whether anyone sees it or everyone sees it. — Lauren London

Annabel," I whispered in her ear, making sure not to touch her. Her heartbeat accelerated, her skin got the chills, and her pupils dilated, not to mention how delicious she smelled and how the excitement only increased the scent. My own body got tense and aroused. "Let your guard down and trust me. Nothing will happen that you don't want to happen. I'm not trying to get you drunk or trick you. I just want to get to know you better."
"Shane," she replied with her sexy, hot, and alluring voice that sent spirals of lust down my spine. "I have nothing against sleeping with you. I'm fully dressed for that. — Anna Santos

When a writer admits that he has an affection for something which he has written, it is high time to pray for his soul. — Dornford Yates

Let man heal the hurt places and revere whatever is still miraculously pristine. — David R. Brower

Reality had a disappointing habit of not measuring up to my memories. — Jennifer Bradbury