Uvealis Quotes & Sayings

I draw pleasure in governance, in doing new things and bringing people together. That pleasure is all I need from life. — Narendra Modi

Whether it's music or acting, that creativity all comes from the same source. — Idris Elba

He talked quite naturally while we ate - about the difficulty of finding words to describe the luminous mist, and why one has the desire to describe beauty.
"Perhaps it's an attempt to possess it," I said.
"Or be possessed by it; perhaps that's the same thing, really. I suppose it's the complete identification with beauty one's seeking."
The mist grew brighter and brighter. — Dodie Smith

Absolutely nothing is as important as knowing who to trust. — Radovan Kavicky

I'm tenacious and no is not a good answer to give me. — Jeff Tremaine

Reaching into his pocket, he took out the amulet Isis had given him the night before, slipped it over Eve's neck.
"What's this for?"
"It looks better on you than me."
She narrowed her eyes at him. "Bull. You're being superstitious."
"No, I'm not," he lied and set her plate in with his before he shifted and began to unbutton her shirt.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
"Passing the time." His hands, clever and quick, swooped down to take her breasts. "It'll take an hour to get there by car."
"I'm not having sex in the back of a limo," she told him. "It's
"
"Delicious," he finished and replaced his hands with his mouth. — J.D. Robb

Creativity would not exist as successfully or efficiently without its social world. The social is not the by-product - it is the decisive mechanism by which cultural products and cultural producers are generated, evaluated and sent to the market. — Elizabeth Currid

Not everyone who attains Self-realization can make a reliable guide. I have been saying "he," but this is not a role for men alone. My own teacher is my mother's mother. — Anonymous

Suddenly, I felt warmth spread through my body. It started where he touched my stomach and slowly moved to my chest and extremities. The warmth of his eyes burned into me and coursed through my body the way lava flowed down a hillside, slow and merciless. He gritted his teeth, squinted his eyes in focus and strained every muscle in his body as he looked down at me. — Allison Sipe