Best 88 quotes in «dove quotes» category

It's OK to be anti-war.' However, it's not OK to be completely delusional and detached from reality.

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.

It’s a dove, an attractive girl, a winning card in poker, take your pick. You’re my Pigeon.

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.

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.

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.

Oh God. We’re talking about me being naked, in the shower with cooter cream. Please world, end. Kill me. “I know it’s not soap. I just… if it’s scented… I can’t do scented. Flowers and stuff like that. Fruit-flavored soaps make… things… burnish.” She could tell from the peeks at his face Mr. Fitzwell had never stepped foot in bath and lotion store, wanting to try the array of fun fragrances. Nor had he purchased Peppermint Candy shower gel, foamed up his nether regions, and felt like he had dipped them in lava. Dove crossed and uncrossed her legs at the memory. Mr. Fitzwell seemed concerned. “Okay, just a heads-up. It’s definitely not good to put any fruits or plant life near your genitals.” He made a V with his hands and formed his own pretend vagina in front of his pants. Dove covered her eyes and tried to defend herself because now she could hear the sickly older woman beating her supporters with a purse. Dove’s mumbling got louder with her embarrassment. “I don’t put weird things down… there. Just make sure that the cream’s vagina-scented. Just plain. For vaginas.” She kept her eyes on the counter.

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.

Only in the first hour of the night can I become human, while the male dove is busy with the twelve dead.' --Black Book 2

PEACE OF MAN Greet each man with words of love And peace, And a dove will be placed On an olive tree. Leave a man with feelings Of betrayal Or envy, And a dove gets shot Off the olive tree. Greet each man with peace, And leave each man with love. Ask yourself - One more enemy, Or one more dove? Always choose love. It's time for everybody to Speak love. Let's fill the trees with doves, And spread the leaves of love. So, Always add And never subtract Another peace of man From the olive tree. PEACE OF MAN by Suzy Kassem

Quotes are echos of voices transporting wisdom, humor, and love. Returning again to the human condition, fleeting once more as a dove.

Seriously, she’d been tricked into bringing him toilet paper on the crapper too many times not to know he was a little shortsighted.

She could feel her pussy lips starting to swell like she had overdosed on lip plumper. Like she had fucked a gang of angry bees.

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.

She could sit around listening to her heart breaking, or she could go watch a grown man piss himself. “How crossed are her eyes?” Dove asked. Duke gave her the shit-eating grin of victory. “So fucking crossed that she can see herself change her mind.

That’s sweet. Nice of you.” Johnson put his hands in his pockets. Dove couldn’t help but wonder if he was massaging a sore bag of testicles. Dove looked around, and Johnson shuffled his feet. It seemed neither knew what to say, but she hoped neither wanted to part ways either. Johnson’s default was always medical. “How’s your infection?” Die. Die. Kill me. “It’s… cleared up… nicely.” Dove twisted her hand into her hair.

Thank fucking God. Christ, sorry about praying with “fucking.” Shit! Sorry about saying “Christ!” Shut up, Dove. God hates you.

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.

Today I seen a dove collide into the sunset, on the way to heaven and a ruined raven chewing on death, over the pavement.

Your meat curtains smell like a dirty, dead whore that fucked a dirty, dead gorilla.

Wolves and Doves mate for life. I hope in the next life I am one of the two.

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.

Your nipples are like Novocain.” “You’re at a distinct advantage because I have no idea what controlled substance your nipples are like.” He ran his tongue across his top teeth.

And oft I heard the tender dove In firry woodlands making moan.

And yet shall Love himself be heard,Though long deferred, though long deferred:O'er the modern waste a dove hath whirred:Music is Love in search of a word.

And there my little doves did sit With feathers softly brown And glittering eyes that showed their right To general Nature's deep delight.

Better to have it and not need it than to need it and not have it.

As the hawk is wont to pursue the trembling doves.

Fierce eagles breed not the tender dove.

But remember when I moved in you And the holy dove was moving too And every breath we drew was Hallelujah.

But who does hawk at eagles with a dove?

Dat veniam corvis, vexat censura columbas. - Censure acquits the raven, but pursues the dove.

His lashes, fluttered like butterfly wings. "I could've made you happy, dove." "You did," I whispered

His characters are ravaged, beaten. They walk through infernos and emerged charred doves.

I looked on Jesus and the dove of peace entered my heart. I looked at the dove of peace; and lo...off he went.

I dove on those papers like Sherlock Holmes on a cappuccino binge.

In Washington they have their hawks and doves and in Ottawa we have our parrots.

I read the different translations of the Bible they had and really just dove into it, almost so I could prove it all right.

It is because I dove into the abyss that I am beginning to love the abyss I am made of.

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.

It takes more than one dove to make peace in the Middle East.

I walk through the seasons and always the birds are singing and screaming and keening for love When you're with me it seems so absurd that I should be jealous of the jay and the dove.

Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove Dance me to the end of love.

I was in Venice teaching, so I reread Henry James's "The Wings of the Dove." I love James.

Love can be angry... with a kind of anger in which there is no gall, like the dove's and not the ravens.

Making those we love happy sounds innocent as a dove, but it can be as destructive as a lion.

My name, Paloma, means 'dove' in Spanish. It stands as a symbol of peace and purity.

Censure pardons the ravens but rebukes the doves. [The innocent are punished and the wicked escape.]

No doves come from ravens’ eggs

One has just been sent out as a biblical dove, has found nothing green, and slips back into the darkness of the Ark