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Elizabeth Barrett Browning
And there my little doves did sit With feathers softly brown And glittering eyes that showed their right To general Nature's deep delight.
He shrugged and laughed a little. “It was a stupid idea. Who takes a girl to a funeral as their first date?” Dove fought through her gown so she could find his hand and hold it. She wanted to lick it, too, but restrained herself. “You do. It would be my honor to go to this old fart’s funeral with you. Except pretend I said that like a person with a heart.
Here’s the deal. We go in, you stand there like the asshole you are, and I explain you aren’t gay lovers with the pharmacist. Sound good?” Dove clicked her blinker on and checked her side mirror. “All I heard was blah, blah, holding your dick later, blah, blah.” Duke rolled down his window and stuck his face into the night.
It takes more than one dove to make peace in the Middle East.
Dove tried to take her mind away from his man meat, but it was like her brain was paralyzed by dick osmosis. Johnson’s feet were big, which meant… He has a monster cock.
You’re rocking the full monty? A fur bikini? A wheezing wildebeest? Well, I’ll be your fucking Hairy Plotter. Hold up.” Duke waddled around in his homemade nonsense and returned quickly with a tube of what looked like lotion. “This here? I used it on my face. Seven minutes and I was slippery like a nipple in oil.
No, I was just thinking how much I like hearing you talk about numbers. It’s soothing.” Dove was tempted to lean her head back in a friendly way and clamp on his cock like a toothless, sucking pit bull.
A. E. Samaan
It's OK to be anti-war.' However, it's not OK to be completely delusional and detached from reality.
My name, Paloma, means 'dove' in Spanish. It stands as a symbol of peace and purity.
Love can be angry... with a kind of anger in which there is no gall, like the dove's and not the ravens.
I dove on those papers like Sherlock Holmes on a cappuccino binge.
Do you repel pants? Do they actually jump off you?” Dove cringed as she noticed his black socks. “Pants are afraid of my dick.
The older the violin, the sweeter the music.
Performers and their public should never meet. Once the curtain comes down, the performer should fly away like a magician's dove.
As the hawk is wont to pursue the trembling doves.
His characters are ravaged, beaten. They walk through infernos and emerged charred doves.
Me, too.” Dove looked at him and smiled. Johnson missed his mouth when he went for a sip of wine, so Dove passed him her napkin. He began to blush, stammering, “Sorry, your smile made me forget where my intake orifice was.” All my orifices know where you are—especially the ones that grow hair.
One of Duke’s very strict rules was to take his dick out any time a woman demanded it of him. He reached deep and put his favorite friend carefully on the fake wood. She turned and cringed. “Jesus, dicks are so fucking ugly. Why you think putting your grandmother’s jewelry on it will make it more fetching is beyond me.” Duke covered his dick’s ears and snarled back at Dove, “You’ll hurt his feelings.
Fierce eagles breed not the tender dove.
Your meat curtains smell like a dirty, dead whore that fucked a dirty, dead gorilla.
His lashes, fluttered like butterfly wings. "I could've made you happy, dove." "You did," I whispered
Virgil Kalyana Mittata Iordache
How I wish I was like the water, Flowing so freely with every drop Let my every emotion wonder, No need to start, nor even stop How I wish I was like the fire, Burning with every flame up Leaving a trace of hot desire As a Phoenix raises its' wings up How I wish I was like the earth, Raising each flower from the ground Seeing the beauty of death and birth And then returning to the ground How I wish I was like the wind, Hearing each whisper, sound and thought A lonesome and wandering little wind, Shattering all that has been sought Oh, how I wish I was where you are, Not separated by empty space, so far It seems like we're galaxies apart, But we find hope within our heart And how I wish I was all of the above, So I can come below and yet forget, The beauty of angels which come down like a dove And demons who love with no regret.
We forgot about the lotion. We needed to put on the lotion!” He looked panicked. “The quick-drying plaster was a poor choice.” Dove hunch-walked over to Duke, and he pulled on her boob bowls as she tried yanking on his crotch one. “Oh my God, we’re going to have to go to the ER or the hardware store to get this stuff drilled off us.
There was always a unique Beirut sound, it was always there, and so this time I just dove straight into that, instead of daydreaming and wandering.
In Washington they have their hawks and doves and in Ottawa we have our parrots.
Now I will show myselfTo have more of the serpent than the dove;That is--more knave than fool.
I don’t think one stalker is allowed to call another stalker a stalker.
Yes, I did bite the head off of a dove. Yes, I did bite the head off of a bat. It's a stupid thing to do, but I did it.
I was in Venice teaching, so I reread Henry James's "The Wings of the Dove." I love James.
I want to knit each of your sperm a little jacket so they never get cold. I need a repeat of our night together. I want you to check out my prescriptions to make sure there are no conflicts. You. I want you.” Dove lifted her hand very slowly to Johnson’s face. It seemed sexy and sweet, but really she just wanted to make sure she didn’t poke him in the goddamned eye. Johnson looked as if she’d spoken a hundred languages at once. But then his expression transformed. She could tell he understood that she wanted to be with him all the time. “Dove, me? Really? Duke’s got the hugest arms.” Johnson held open his arms for her. Dove jumped into them and snuggled the love of her life—and vagina—so hard he gasped. “Yes, but you have the longest fingers.” Johnson pressed her back against the half-wall and braced his arms on either side of her waist. Dove gasped as the thrill of being so close to the edge of the roof ran through her. He ignored the drop and watched her eyes. “May I kiss you, Dove Glitch?” His lips were inches from hers. “Anytime you want.” She waited as he brought to her lips the kiss that ended her story as an unlovable outcast and started a new one as a lovable outcast.
Say, will the falcon, stooping from above, Smit with her varying plumage, spare the dove? Admires the jay the insect's gilded wings? Or hears the hawk when Philomela sings?
She wrangled her tits into the bustier cups. It was like trying to pipe Jello into an ant’s anus, but eventually she was cinched tight. Dove tried the rollers again. No luck. They weren’t coming out, and it made her a little sick to her stomach thinking about what it would take to remove them.
Then he releases a dove and dies while sitting in a rain storm
Corrie Ten Boom
I looked on Jesus and the dove of peace entered my heart. I looked at the dove of peace; and lo...off he went.
Quotes are echos of voices transporting wisdom, humor, and love. Returning again to the human condition, fleeting once more as a dove.
I stopped playing video games, I stopped playing other sports, and I just dove head first into wrestling and it's been my passion ever since I discovered it.
Wolves and Doves mate for life. I hope in the next life I am one of the two.
Duke was already sitting in the passenger seat, waiting for her. She got in and started the car. Duke busted into a Slim Jim of his own. “You hairy toad fucker. That stuff’s nasty. Your toilet must be like a nuclear reactor.” Dove turned on her windshield wipers as a light mist seemed to fracture the glass. “I’m sorry, Whore Basket. I couldn’t hear you over the noise of you crapping your pants!” Duke took another huge bite and chewed the waxy meat like gum. “This stuff is off the charts. I could eat vats of it.
I read the different translations of the Bible they had and really just dove into it, almost so I could prove it all right.
Seriously, she’d been tricked into bringing him toilet paper on the crapper too many times not to know he was a little shortsighted.
But remember when I moved in you And the holy dove was moving too And every breath we drew was Hallelujah.
Censure pardons the ravens but rebukes the doves. [The innocent are punished and the wicked escape.]
Dove ripped her panties off her body like the Hulk and threw them in the corner.
It couldn’t be good to want something this bad. Want someone this bad. I’m just me. Oh God. I’m me, and he’s him.
Holy tit fungus! Did you give Sasquatch an autopsy in here? God almighty, girl.” He waddled back into the hallway, this time holding his privates with both hands. “You balded the dick mitten. Nice. Let me see it.” He looked at her like she might drop trou simply because he suggested it. “I would rather lick a monkey’s armpit than show you my vagina.” Dove gave him the finger. “You know what I love best about a naked muff hole? It looks just like a camel’s dangly lips.” Duke extended his own lips to make them appear gummy and slack.
Dove’s heart broke. He’d been so hopeful until cock rings and butt fucking ruined his career.
Are you leaving the rollers in on purpose?” He was concerned again. Dove bit her lip. Her womb wanted to hump his face.
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So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.
But who does hawk at eagles with a dove?