Best 39 quotes in «blake quotes» category

William Blake really is important, my cornerstone. Nobody ever told me before he did that childhood was such a damned serious business.

The older I get, the less I am bothered by talk like that. I have total faith in my coach Yohan Blake, total faith.

Zebrowski says that if you killed someone else just hide the body, he's not starting over on the paperwork.

And of course,Addie." What did he mean by that-"of course, Addie?" Did he mean "Of course you remember this airheaded chick who attacked the mayor with cardboard and had to be bailed out of jail?" That's not what really happened,but how was I supposed to know what he remembered of the incident?

Anita: Sen neden yoruldun ? Jason: Bütün kulübe seks ve büyü saçtın şimdi neden yorulduğumu mu soruyorsun ? Çok cilveliymişsin.

Blake got up after some time, claiming he was sweating because of Kaidan, the human furnace.

As Blake leaned down to accept her hug she whispered, “Remember when you and Livia tried to hog the spotlight at my wedding? Just when you and Livia get to the good part, Cole and I are going to have porno sex right there.” She pointed discreetly at the spot to Blake’s right, and he couldn’t help but laugh.

Beckett's probably the hardest man there is to love," Blake said. "He does life wrong for all the right reasons.

But Blake infused hope in his music. Love was the only song he knew how to play.

He doesn’t let me argue further as he returns to his room. I pray for my sanity that he clothes himself, because the last thing I need is the image of Blake’s naked torso dripping in sweat.

—Esta vez no, pimpollo. Arqueé una ceja. Puede que Blake tuviese razón en su obsesión, pero… —¿Pimpollo? —repetí. —¿No ha sonado tan épico como pensaba? —Ni de lejos.

I’m glad we can be friends.” There’s that word again. It’s like a safe word.

I almost feel bad for declining, but I feel more terrible that I can’t stop looking at how his chest rises and falls with each of his frustrated breaths.

I didn’t know who I was or who I wanted to be until you stumbled into my life. I refuse to let you go.

I’ll never forgive myself if I don’t ask this, but knowing everything that you know, do you still want that kiss?

I mean, aren’t we all tormented by past relationships?

I’m sure you could distract me with something better than hand holding, sugar.” He winked, then winced and sucked in a breath. “Holy f-f-f-f-fire truck. I think you just stitched my kidney.

I know I don't.I just...I don't have the ability some people have of making friends.I think I'm being friendly,and it doesn't come across that way." I snorted.It wasn't very lady-like. "That's what you call friendly?" "Yeah.I know-it needs work." "It needs surgery.

Oh my God! I'm engaged! I'm marrying Cole!" "What?!" Livia squeezed her sister hard. "Let me see. When did this happen? Did you tell Dad? When is it going to be? How did he propose?" The men stopped their congratulatory handshake to stare at the speed-talking ladies. "Last night, not yet, four weeks from today, naked!" Kyle blurted in response The girls became a moving, jumping circle of hug. "Cole, you popped the question in your birthday suit?" Blake teased. Cole put his face in his hands. "Did not think she would share that bit of information.

Livia called out, "Slutenstien! I’m home." "I’m up here, cock dribble,” Kyle replied.

Ready?” he asked. He motioned for her to look to the sky. She’d been on enough long walks with her father to know it was time to open her mind. Their times in nature usually held a secret surprise. It could be anything, really—a rainbow touching the snow or heart-shaped shade cast by a pair of trees. Anything. Today, the gift was being outside the second it started to snow. “Ooh, Daddy! Look, it’s like a salt shaker!” She stuck her tongue out for the newborn snowflakes. Blake followed her lead. Snow tasted sweeter with Emme around.

Orospu çocuğu kan emicilerle çıkmaya başladığından beri bana hiç bir konuda tüm gerçeği anlattığına inanmıyorum Anita' 'Politik olarak doğrusunu söylemek gerekirse,senin o orospu çocuğu kan emici dediğin vampir, ST Louis'nin Şehir Efendisi Dolp' 'O seninde efendinmi Anita?' 'Ne?' 'Şehir Efendisinin insan hizmetkarımısın?

The following Discourse [on art, by Sir Joshua Reynolds] is particularly Interesting to Blockheads as it endeavours to prove that There is No such thing as Inspiration & that any Man of a plain Understanding may by Thieving from Others become a Mich Angelo.

Siamo un vero casino, io e te» disse lei, dall’altra stanza. «Ah, sì? Perché?» «I nostri padri ci hanno rovinato. Il tuo ti dà ancora ordini dalla tomba, il mio non mi permette di fidarmi di nessun uomo che entra nella mia vita.

Sticks and stones will break your bones, but failure will get you killed.

You’re allowed to want different things in bed than you do in your normal everyday life.

The moment my bare feet make contact with the wood floor, my breath catches in my throat. Blake swivels his body around to greet me. “Morning, roomie.” His voice is like a shot of caffeine that ignites my body. How does he do that?

The truth is, I always want to kiss you.

The way he looks at me makes me ache, but it isn’t fair. He hurt me first. He caused this ache from the start. This inside out, churning pain that feels mental and physical now. I fiddle with my hands, peering up at him again, and all I can think is, God, I wish he’d stop staring at me like that.

We got hungry around three in the morning, and ordered a ton of pizza from an all-night pizza place. Afterward, Blake talked a guy into letting him borrow his skateboard, and he once again entertained all of us. If it had wheels, Blake could work it. “Is he your boyfriend?” a girl behind me asked. I turned to the group of girls watching Blake. They were all coifed and beautiful in their bikinis, not having gone in the water. My wet hair was pulled back in a ponytail by this point and I was wrapped in a towel. “No, he’s my boyfriend’s best friend. We’re watching his place while he’s . . . out of town.” A pang of fear jabbed me when I thought about Kai. “What’s your name?” asked a brunette with glossy lips. “Anna.” I smiled. “Hey. I’m Jenny,” she said. “This is Daniela and Tara.” “Hey,” I said to them. “So, your boyfriend lives here?” asked the blonde, Daniela. She had a cool accent—something European. “Yes,” I answered, pointing up to his apartment. The girls all shared looks, raising their sculpted eyebrows. “Wait,” said Jenny. “Is he that guy in the band?” The third girl, named Tara, gasped. “The drummer?” When I nodded, they shared awed looks. “Oh my gawd, don’t get mad at me for saying this,” said Jenny, “but he’s a total piece of eye candy.” Her friends all laughed. “Yum drum,” whispered Tara, and Daniela playfully shoved her. Jenny got serious. “But don’t worry. He, like, never comes out or talks to anyone. Now we know why.” She winked at me. “You are so adorable. Where are you from?” “Georgia.” This was met with a round of awwws. “Hey, you’re a Southern girl,” said Tara. “You should like this.” She held out a bottle of bourbon and I felt a tug toward it. My fingers reached out. “Maybe just one drink,” I said. Daniela grinned and turned up the music. Fifteen minutes and three shots later I’d dropped my towel and was dancing with the girls and telling them how much I loved them, while they drunkenly swore to sabotage the efforts of any girl who tried to talk to my man.

What?" "Nothing." He laughed."You were really hungry." "I don't need to defend my eating to anyone.And just so you know,when I'm done with this,I plan to eat three whole cookies." "Whoa." He held up his hands."Now you're pulling out the big guns." "I don't mess around.

You need to give me a break. I’m an eighteen-year-old girl, and you’re my first boyfriend . . . and you just happen to be stupidly hot. So what if I get petty and jealous?” She shrugged. “I’m allowed. I bet if a guy looked at me like that, you’d probably feel the same.” I let her words sink in before speaking. “A, if a guy looked at you in any way, I’d probably beat his ass. B, I didn’t know I was your boyfriend.” Her eyes went wide. “I just assumed—” “Good,” I interrupted. “Assume away, girlfriend.

But Blake's voices returned to dictate revisions.

Anything under size five isn't a woman. It's a boy with breasts.

I know that look, Blake. You are a drowning woman, and the only way out is down the aisle.

I don't understand the United Nations. They have selected Iran to sit on the U.N.'s women's rights panel. Iran! Also on the panel - Ben Roethlisberger, Chris Brown, Phil Spector, Robert Blake and committee chairman O.J. Simpson.

Hopefully I can inspire lots of people to learn about [Patti Smith], to read poetry or learn about William Blake or Arthur Rimbaud.

I write to make sense of my life." -John Cheever, quoted in _Cheever - A Life_ (2009) by Blake Bailey

Just remember that William Blake wasn't even published in his lifetime. Ya gotta keep creating.