Mo'ne Davis Quotes
Driving a stolen plane will be nothing compared to the ride with a fired-up Scot.
He was so damn hard, he could chip the ice from his truck's windshield with his rigid pecker.
The little woman, wearing a pink and black zigzag-striped pantsuit over a black turtleneck, resembled a skinny zebra who'd OD'd on Pepto-Bismol.
Ye have taught me something I never understood.""What? How to get rid of Parisian Pink Pecker Disease?
I plant a gentle parting kiss on his lips, our strategy is well and truly screwed at this stage anyway. We barely lasted a day.
In the next instance Graham claimed her lips in a demanding, yet gentle kiss
Yeah…hey, you have a male here.” Shay walked toward the hall, sniffing the air. “And he’s human. Way to go, Dani!
He hissed and rocked his hips into her. “You like to bite?”“I’m a cat, aren’t I?
Are you always so mistrusting?” he said, lifting a brow.“When my escort is a demon, yes.
You like playing with fire?”“Yes. It is my favorite element.” She extracted her arm from his grip and stepped inside the elevator
He made a sound close to a growl before speaking. “Why do you resist my assistance?”She stopped walking and faced him. “Because I don't like you.
She sagged against the wall, finding it hard to breathe. It wasn’t from fear. Gods, she hadn’t been that turned on in years. If that was her punishment, she was going to be lippy a little more often
Hands on hips, she cast him a narrowed-eye gaze. “Move.”“You’re not leaving.”“And you’re not stopping me.
His hand came out and captured her by the chin. She froze, finding it hard to breathe as he gently raised her face to meet his gaze.
A sudden intake of breath escaped her as soon as his lips touched the backs of her fingers. His rose birthmark tingled as if awakened.
He had golden-brown hair, the most vivid baby-blue eyes, and a body that belonged on the cover of Men’s Health magazine. Her gaze roamed over his broad shoulders and down his chest.
His hand cupped her cheek as he lowered his head to hers. Just before their lips touched, a light knock sounded on the door.
Once she was gone, every memory was suddenly precious, even the bad ones, even the times I was irritated with her, or she was irritated with me. Then it seemed a luxury to be irritated.
Magic is just potential for creation. It follows no rules and breaks them all
You see Jesus wrecked my life
For my part, i travel not to go anywhere but to go. I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move
Success means doing the best we can with what we have. Success is in the doing, not the getting - in the trying, not the triumph.
Patience is not passive waiting. Patience is active acceptance of the process required to attain your goals and dreams.
Developing and implementing IT governance design effectiveness and efficiency can be a multidirectional, interactive, iterative, and adaptive process.
Old fighters keep making comebacks. We are more alive when boxing than at almost any other time.
You could try making sense out of the universe, but you were too small and the parts you needed to see were too large or even smaller.
I take a picture, but it's not about who is in the picture or the background of it. It's about the memories and meanings it holds.
The lucky people that end up doing what they love even find out somethings that they don't love it as much as they thought.
I DON’T KNOW! I HAVE NO FREAKIN’ IDEA. I’M ONLY FIFTEEN. I want my mom.
The Suitors Ball is fast approaching and it's a nasty reminder that my suitor will be chosen shortly. I feel sorry for the poor unfortunate guy, whichever one of them it happens to be.
I don’t think I’d feel any more violated if he’d stripped me bare. I might as well have lain down before him openly exposing all my flaws and my fears, inviting him to psychoanalyze me.
I was wrong last night. Kyler isn’t just trouble. He’s an apocalypse-level disaster waiting to happen. I need to find some fallout shelter to hide in. And quick.
He knows I’ve seen something in him. Something I recognize, only because it exists in me too.
This whole scenario is sick, depraved, but also grossly fascinating. I’ve become a Peeping Tom. And. It’s. Turning. Me. On.
This girl holds my heart in her hand and she's squishing it to nothing with her confession.
I won’t pressure you, Ari, but I’m not opposed to subtle acts of persuasion.
She had a hundred precocious ideas, and some were good and true, but they could never be hers until she found them alone, for ideas are but words unless they are sown in experience.
And I'd started thinking about my mother's last weeks--the way she'd drifted listlessly about the house in her dressing gown, cigarettes in one hand, glass of something strong-smelling in the other.
The world in which you were born is just one model of reality. Other cultures are not failed attempts at being YOU: they are unique manifestations of the human spirit.