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Here is the piece. If you can't say fornicate can you say copulate or if not that can you say co-habit? If not that would have to say consummate I suppose. Use your own good taste and judgment.
Together, hbeebti." "Always, Archangel.
I am worthy. I am enough. Safe. Secure. Worthy. Enough.
I'm the git in the family.
Dinted
dimpled wimpled
his mind wandered down echoing corridors of
assonance and alliteration ever further and further from the
point. He was enamoured with the beauty of words.
I am at rest and remaining.
Erudite, for a woman who confuses "you're" and "your" and goes in for random capitalisation.' 'We can't all be literary geniuses,' said Robin reproachfully. 'Thank Christ for that, from all I'm hearing about them.
I am giddy, expectation whirls me round.
The imaginary relish is so sweet
That it enchants my sense.
Come back here so that I may brain thee!
I am saved. I am redeemed.
At Coucy's level, men and women hawked and hunted and carried a favorite falcon, hooded, on the wrist wherever they went, indoors or out - to church, to the assizes, to meals. On occasion, huge pastries were served from which live birds were released to be caught by hawks unleashed in the banquet
Comamandering is not a word.
It has letters, doesn't it? Sounds like a word to me.
You are now Red in the head, Silver in the heart.
assented. I ended up having more
My soul had found
All happiness in its own cause or ground.
Godhead on Godhead in sexual spasm begot
Godhead. Some shadow fell. My soul forgot
Those amorous cries that out of quiet come
And must the common round of day resume.
I do respect clever.
You are your So(u)lution.
I am a question mark pointed at a secret, Cortez is a tool aimed at the stubborn places of the world.
Thus with the wisest of you all; you are ever unfixed.
I'm feeling a little sauvage
It rarely happens otherwise than that a thorough-faced coquette dies in celibacy, as a punishment for her attempts to mislead others, by encouraging looks, words, or actions, given for no other purpose than to draw men on to make overtures that they may be rejected.
That wish to enter into an elusive element which had urged Cosimo into the trees, was still working now inside him unsatisfied, making him long for a more intimate link, a relationship which would bind him to each leaf and twig and feather and flutter.
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The ladies
Heaven bless them!
are, as a general rule, coquettes from babyhood upwards.
Bad spellers of the world untie!
Are not couturiers the poets who, from year to year, from strophe to strophe, write the anthem of the feminine body?
My Passion uncontrolled shall rove, Doubly debauched with Wine and Love.
Lingerer, my brain is on fire with impatience; and you tarry so long!
Unnerved, the nerve, you're nervous, nervous that I'm right.
Coquetry, it's a triumph of the spirit over the senses.
Have a nice, cuntlovin' day.
I have a message for the Divergent" I am Divergent. "This is not a negotiation" No, it is not. "It is a warning" I understand. "Every two days until one of you delivers yourself to Erudite headquarters ... " I will. " ... this will happen again" It will never happen again.
A man convinced against his will, stands opposed ever still. A man convinced he is right, gives the effort twice the fight.
Grant us safe lodging, and holy restrong>ststrong>," Mrs. Grogan was saying, "and peace at lastrong>ststrong>." Amen, thought Wilbur Larch, the Saint of St. Cloud's, who was seventy-something, and an ether addict, and who felt that he'd come a long way and strong>ststrong>ill had a long way to go.
Shall I compare thee to a Shoggoth?
Redeemed how I love to proclaim it. Redeemed by the blood of the Lamb. Redeemed thru His infinite mercy His child and forever I am.
The word should be thinkering.
Be it known that we, the greatest, are misthought.
you're stuck with me.
Your effort is noted and you will be laid for it.
The more I anoint the more my mind adheres physically to the mysterious fabric of love.
I am decutie. Worn thin. You know that word?
You are like night, calmed, constellated. Your silence is star-like, as distant, as true.
COKANE [looking compassionately at him] Ah, my dear fellow, the love of money is the root of all evil.
LICKCHEESE. Yes, sir; and we'd all like to have the tree growing in our garden.
Carrowicus much drunkicus or Hot-assicus in my greedy handsicus.
Assent was indignant & universal
Convinced myself, I seek not to convince.
I am not good. I am not virtuous. I am not sympathetic. I am not generous. I am merely and above all a creature of intense passionate feeling. I feel - everything. It is my genius. It burns me like fire.
I am consumed by love.
I'm drunk-nonsensical tired out.
Succotash my cocker spaniel, you fudging crevasse-hole dipshiitake!
I feel like someone breathed new air into my lungs. I am not Abnegation. I am not Dauntless.
I am Divergent.
You pompous, rotund, neighborly, vacuous, complacent ... - Yossarian
My grammar be's ebonics, gin tonics, and chronic.
Clever is as clever does.
very acutely conscious
You are a gentleman, sir,' muttered Cosca. 'I am a murderer.' 'I see no reason why a man cannot be both . . .
Tengo has an innate knack for precision in all realms, including correct punctuation and discovering the simplest possible formula necessary to solve a math problem.
Dubito, ergo cogito, ergo sum.
(English: "I doubt, therefore I think, therefore I am")
But now I am cabined, cribbed, confined, bound in To saucy doubts and fears.
In my fancy, you perch in the Cooperage & I smell the Peel of the Wood, & the Staves are around you & the white Hogsheads newly bound & the Shavings curled and looped upon the Floor, silver and gold--& you are eating a fat Mushroom.
The well heeded well heard.
You Bedazzled my stake?
Tethered to the ground by quotidian conversation.
... the window rosy with anemic November light.
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I.
I am the rest between two notes which are somehow always in discord.
Dear one, near me, truth assessed, reborn worldwise, mind at rest. True heart sow you, God has blessed, your soul whispers, love confessed.
I can only breathe if I read,Perdue.
Quite pure, quite free of future planning, I mounted
the tangled funeral pyre built for my suffering,
so sure of nothing more to buy for future needs,
while in my heart the stored reserves kept silent.
A gramme is better than a damn,
In case the term is unfamiliar, the best description ever for 'cozies' is 'murder mysteries where no one cares who got killed because they're all distracted by cooking new recipes or following intricate handicraft instructions.'"--The Little Bookstore of Big Stone Gap
Coffe is the perfume of morning.
screwed blued and tattooed
There was no mistaking, even in the uncertain light, the hand, half crabbed, half generous, and wholly drunken, of the Consul himself, the Greek e's, the flying buttresses of d's, the t's like lonely wayside crosses save where they crucified an entire word.
Whether goest, griefe? where I am wont.
Over-mastered by some thoughts, I yeelded an inckie tribute unto them.
Tris: Wait. So you have no idea what my aptitude is?
Tori: Yes and No. My conclusion is that you display equal aptitude for Abnegation, Dauntless and Erudite. People who get this kind of result are..are called ... Divergent.
Feelings are untidy ...
Dead. It sounds final but it's a word missing an ing.
God decreed that the love which came to Cosette was a love that saves.
Methinks I am never quite committed, never wholly the creature of my moods, but always to some extent their critic. My only integral experience is in my vision. I see, perchance, with more integrity than I feel.
Crave, v.: Nothing makes me feel as welcome in the world as the sound of you laughing at a joke I've made.
Noli me tangere; for Caesar's I am.
I, Judy Moody, will get zero-wrong-plus-extra-credit on the spelling test! 110%! Pass it on.
My heart is asleep. We
In trying to be concise I become obscure.
Let it be ours to be self-reliant amidst hosts of the vacillating - real in a generation of triflers - true amongst a multitude of shams; when tempted to swerve from principle, sturdy as an oak in its maintenance; when solicited by the enticement of sinners, firm as a rock in our denial.
Up to
now man derived his coherence from his Creator. But from the moment that he consecrates his rupture
with Him, he finds himself delivered over to the fleeting moment, to the passing days, and to wasted
sensibility.
I should like to be a periwinkle," said he, mysteriously, "on the top of a valley, and sing tooralloo-ralloo."
This was clearly too obscure, so I turned again to Coglan.
Faithful to the word given and the idea had.
I put the sexy in dyslexia.
I came, I saw, I concurred...
United, there is little we cannot do in a host of cooperative ventures. Divided, there is little we can do-for we dare not meet a powerful challenge at odds and
split asunder.
say'st thou, noble heart? RODERIGO What will I do, thinkest thou? IAGO Why, go to bed and sleep. RODERIGO
Obsessed is a word that the lazy use to describe the dedicated.
There is no self-delusion more fatal than that which makes the conscience dreamy with the anodyne of lofty sentiments, while the life is groveling and sensual
Deed done is well begun.
But over and above the offers of help and love, precious and determined though they are, is the fact that we are public knowledge. Our signal has been heard. By each response a friend is activated. Our message had a single note. Here is its returning chord.
Thou art very Trinculo indeed! How cam'st thou to be seize of this moon calf? Can he vent Trinculos?
First, the thoughts are chosen,
then the prayers are spoken.
The candles are lit,
then the plea is submitted.
But soon after you move away,
there is wax;
melting, adulterating and braiding-
a new constellation up on your blanks.