We are so not breaking out the violins and pity partying.

You are mine, woman, and I am yours. Until you, my life was desolate. I existed, but I didn't truly live. Now I live, even in my death.

Um i'm happy to sit close to you and everything, but i had no idea you would like it so much,' Paris muttered.

pretty please, with a cherry on top of me!

Girl, he wants to dip you in Frosted Flakes and have you for breakfast. That's his favorite cereal, by the way." I...had no words for that.

He’d pleasured Hera and a few thousand others, and when Hera learned about those thousand others…heads had rolled.

By the way, only a real man can accept his feminine side." "I don't know who fed you that line of garbage, but I can promise she's laughing at you right now.

I'm Not a Gynecologist, but I'll take a Look.

I cannot kill him, she muttered to herself. I cannot kill him. I promised Bianka I'd stop at ten bodies a day, and I've already surpassed my quota for the fifth day in a row. I cannot kill him.

I'm William, but you can call me Sexy. Everyone does.

I can't promise we'll ever use you for a hasty getaway," Cole said, "but with a little work, you might be able to race my grandmother-while she's on her scooter.

For you she learned to wear a short black slipand red lipstick, how to order a glass of red wineand finish it. She learned to reach outas if to touch your arm and then nottouch it, changing the su

We take our fetters with us

My mother thinks I am the best. And I was raised to always believe what my mother tells me.

The race we are really in is the race against sin, and surely envy is one of the most universal of those.

A woman in love can't be reasonable - or she probably wouldn't be in love.

I studied political science and international relations, so I never considered myself an artist.

Whoe'er imagines prudence all his own, Or deems that he hath powers to speak and judge Such as none other hath, when they are known, They are found shallow.

Scarcely a tear to shed; Hardly a word to say; The end of a Summer's day; Sweet Love is dead.

poetry is the breath and finer spirit of knowledge

Anger is an emotion that is very energetic. It is an ideal emotion to turn it around to make it work as a positive force.