Undernourish Quotes & Sayings

His voice was throaty and seductive. I knew he could get girls - maybe even me - into bed, just by using that voice. — Tarryn Fisher

If it were not for the presents, an elopement would be preferable. — George Ade

The human community and individual people are more likely to hurt or undernourish children they think of as 'bodies' to be used. Cultures and people are more likely to raise children to be mere economic interns rather than fully developed humans if they see children as 'bodies' to be forced into certain economic and social molds. — Michael Gurian

Unlimit yourself: Stand in power, walk with intention. — Gloria Feldt

Coming and then there wasn't even time for gas and — Robert Bryndza

Avan was as religious as the next young dragon with his way to make in the world-which is to say that he held many traditional beliefs which he had never paused to examine, attended church because it would have seemed strange not to, rarely paid much attention when he was there, and found piety out of the pulpit thoroughly misplaced. — Jo Walton

Especially when you're working so closely with people and you have to develop intense relationships, it's great when you have a relationship and a rapport with them. — Dominic Sherwood

I have known Trent Lott for 20 years, ... I don't believe he's racist. But he must proactively send a message to his colleagues in the Senate and the American people that he is absolutely opposed to any segregation in any form and racism in any form and discrimination in any form. — John McCain

I'm going to marry you," he said.
"Oh, Bram." Her features screwed into an expression of dismay.
"Oh, no. Don't make that face. Every time I propose to you, you make that twisty, unhappy face. It wears on a man's confidence."
-Bram & Susanna — Tessa Dare

You jumped but I'm falling too. — August Wilson

I believe that water is the only drink for a wise man. — Henry David Thoreau

I am not smart, I pay attention.
I am not considerate, I listen.
I am not patient, I make time.
I'm not lucky, I work hard. — Mark W. Boyer

The depths cleared again. Something moved in them that was not a board. It rose slowly, with an infinitely careless languor, a long dark twisted something that rolled lazily in the water as it rose. It broke surface casually, lightly, without haste. I saw wool, sodden and black, a leather jerkin blacker than ink, a pair of slacks. I saw shoes and something that bulged nastily between the shoes and the cuffs of the slacks. I saw a wave of dark blond hair straighten out in the water and hold still for a brief instant as if with a calculated effect, and then swirl into a tangle again. — Raymond Chandler