Uranians Of The World Quotes & Sayings

One night with you and he's turned into a love-letter writer. You must have an incredible pelvic floor. — Mhairi McFarlane

Work made me more streetwise because you can be so sheltered at home. I'd definitely encourage my kids Lillie and Karl, who are nine and seven, to get Saturday jobs in the future. — Rebecca Ferguson

He had emptied the bright goblet of romance; at a single gulp he had emptied it. The glass of it lay scattered on the floor. — Mervyn Peake

May you begin living beyond. — Asa Don Brown

A life lived in chaos is an impossibility. — Madeleine L'Engle

My first memory in life is grilling my thumb to the griddle in our restaurant on Cape Cod. — Rachael Ray

One finger is powerless, but five form a fist. — Matshona Dhliwayo

He dragged his mouth along her jaw. She smelled so good, so feminine. He moved his mouth to her neck, and instantly, she went taut and recoiled. Right. He was a vampire. Worth about as much as a stray dog. And this stray dog was humping her leg. She must be mortified. Fucking humiliating. He shoved himself off her, averting his gaze so she wouldn't see the color change in his eyes that signified arousal. She was too aware of his desire as it was, and he was an idiot for letting it go as far as it had. With a curse, he grabbed up his ruined shirt. It was bloody, dirty, and torn to shit. It wasn't wearable, but he put it to good use while he waited for his heart rate and breathing to return to pre-hump-the-enemy levels. — Larissa Ione

The ship, which appeared to belong to another band, was just passing by for a look. She was bigger than the Old Glory, but not by much. The words Lucky Seven had been painted on her belly, but the seven had been crossed out, as had the six below it. The word five was scrawled underneath, but Clay only spotted four people at the rail and wondered silently if the ship was due for another paint job. — Nicholas Eames

Live with integrity, respect the rights of other people, and follow your own bliss. — Nathaniel Branden

Until you finally lose the strength for sarcasm, Locke, I wouldn't hire any mourners. — Scott Lynch

Everyone writes with hand, but very few can write with heart — Munia Khan