When I got my headshots done, there was this woman screaming at me to blow my lips out. She kept saying, 'You… — Jessie Cave Copy Share Image
If these precedents are to stand unimpeached, and to provide sanctions for the continued conduct of America affairs-the Constitution may be nullified… — Charles A. Beard Copy Share Image
A woman may possess the wisdom and chastity of Minerva, and we give no heed to her, if she has a plain… — William Makepeace Thackeray Copy Share Image
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You’ve claimed me, little firecracker. You kicked a pair of two hundred pound men’s asses. I will never get over that. You… — Katy Evans Copy Share Image
Piper bit her lip. The last thing she wanted to do was check Katopris for more terrifying images. 'I've tried,'she said.'The dagger… — Rick Riordan Copy Share Image
My playing had called to another human being at last. Surely, she could be no other than my own true love. Slowly,… — Cameron Dokey Copy Share Image
Many very intelligent agreeable persons have warts on the forehead, not brown, nor very large, between the eyebrows, which have nothing in… — Johann Kaspar Lavater Copy Share Image
When I go to one of those singles dating parties I believe myself to be a bowl of fruit. When I talk… — Amanda Holden Copy Share Image
And then while she's lip-syncing, "I've Grown Accustomed To Your Face," to this little head next to her, the head eats the… — Brian Henson Copy Share Image
Shhh.” He put a finger to her lips. “Hear me out. I cannot deny that I would've liked to have made babies… — Elizabeth Hoyt Copy Share Image
How truly language must be regarded as a hindrance to thought, though the necessary instrument of it, we shall clearly perceive on… — Herbert Spencer Copy Share Image
A kiss! When all is said, what is a kiss? An oath of allegiance taken in closer proximity, a promise more precise,… — Edmond Rostand Copy Share Image
Many in the trans community are fed up with L.G.B.T. organizations that continue to erase trans identity or just give lip service… — Laverne Cox Copy Share Image
Maybe it's all utterly meaningless. Maybe it's all unutterably meaningful. If you want to know which, pay attention to what it means… — Frederick Buechner Copy Share Image
Do you really have any idea how important you are to me? Any concept at all of how much I love you?"… — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
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I wasn't going to say anything about that, Tabitha," he said quietly. "I only wanted to tell you that your compassion for… — Sherrilyn Kenyon Copy Share Image
She wore an ivory-white dress and held the world in her eyes. I barely remember the priest's words or the faces of… — Carlos Ruiz Zafon Copy Share Image
What are you listening to?" "I picked up a DVD for Luke while I was out. Something with Mozart and sock puppets."… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
Love is Enough Love is enough: though the world be a-waning, And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining,… — William Morris Copy Share Image
I have my father's lopsided mouth. When I smile, my lips slope to one side. My doctor sister calls it my cerebral… — Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie Copy Share Image
Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
If God would grant us the vision, the word sacrifice would disappear from our lips and thoughts; we would hate the things… — Nate Saint Copy Share Image
Gentle reader, may you never feel what I then felt! May your eyes never shed such stormy, scalding, heart-wrung tears as poured… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
During the terrible years of the Yekhov terror I spent seventeen months in the prison queues in Leningrad. One day someone ‘identified’… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
Who are you, what are you doing here, who is Hood, why does he want Julie, and where is Julie's mother?" "Is… — Ilona Andrews Copy Share Image
Home is in my hair, my lips, my arms, my thighs, my feet and my hands. I am my own home. And… — Diriye Osman Copy Share Image
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Given the clientele, the restaurants on Capri might resemble those fancy Northern Italian places on the East Side of Manhattan where the… — Calvin Trillin Copy Share Image
It's only his thumb brushing slowly across the lower edge of my lip, but it's as if time slows and the sweep… — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
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Formerly I believed books were made like this: a poet came, lightly opened his lips, and the inspired fool burst into song… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Slowly his resistance ebbed. She felt the change in his body, the relaxing of tension, his shoulders curving around her as if… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
It's a long shot, it's suicide maybe, but I do the only thing I can think of. I lean in and kiss… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
If I dropped a tear upon your hand, may it wither it up! If I spoke a gentle word in your hearing,… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
I'll join you, sir. You'll need help finding your way about the estate."His lips tightened into a disapproving line. "Begging your pardon,… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
If I could dream, I know I'd dream about you.I'd dream about the way you smell and how your dark hair feels… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
I’m not fascinated by people who smile all the time. What I find interesting is the way people look when they are… — Clemence Poesy Copy Share Image
Suttree surfaced from these fevered deeps to hear a maudlin voice chant latin by his bedside, what medieval ghost come to usurp… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
