Ycp Grasping Quotes & Sayings

Like I said: the only god I believe in is coming back. And when he arrives, I'll be waiting with a shotgun. — Charles Stross

We all of us need to be toppled off the throne of self, my dear," he said. "Perched up there the tears of others are never upon our own cheek. — Elizabeth Goudge

If they make me watch that movie one more time, I will fall down on my knees and beg for mercy — Wendy Mass

Mr Bough has 'surprise picnic' written all over him. — John Allison

Alas!-but why Alas? It is the lot of mortality we experience. — Euripides

The future starts within a second from now.
The past was, within a second ago. — Innocent Mwatsikesimbe

Women make a mistake with heartbreak. There is this thing, don't make out with anyone, don't fuck anyone. Mourn. Grieve. Bullshit, I say. When your heart is broken, take it and gift it to someone else. Be vulnerable. Be beautiful. Be strong. Let your body remind you of your power. Embrace yourself." "She — Emma Thorne

I said I was impressed, Martha. I'm beside myself with jealousy. What do you want me to do, throw up? — Edward Albee

Kyle nodded and bit her lip. She looked nervous as a virgin. "This feels like jumping off a cliff," she finally said.
"I'll only do this if you want me to. Do you want me to?" Cole took a step back.
Kyle reached around and unzipped her sundress. She held her arms out like a sacrificial lamb.
"Say it, so I know for sure." Cole's eyes glowed with lust and reverence.
"I want you to." Kyle watched him. — Debra Anastasia

I am a positive person and do not allow things to get on top of me. — Jamie Redknapp

Faith is the strength of existence. — Lailah Gifty Akita

Become a student of change. It is the only thing that will remain constant. — Anthony J. D'Angelo

Training is fabulous because it gives you a basis, a strong structure, so that when you're unbelievably nervous and you think that you can't get a word out, you will get the word out. — Charlotte Rampling

Can you even cry, anyway? With your eyes and all." Josh asks, fingers tapping a rhythm on the cushion behind Caid's right shoulder.
Caid swats his arm away. Says, "How is someone paying you to teach children? Of course I can fucking cry; it's not my tear ducts that are broken."
"I teach history, not the anatomy of eyeballs, shithead."
"How old are you?" Caid scoffs, feeling frustrated and exposed. He hates talking about his blindness. Hates it almost more than actually being blind. — Seventhswan