Bj Quotes

If you love something, let it go. If you don't love something, definitely let it go. Basically, just drop everything, who cares.

...slow and steady wins the race, till truth and talent claim their place.

Regret is just perfectionism plus time.

It's not always enough to be brave, I realized years later. You have to be brave and contribute something positive, too. Brave on its own is just a party trick.

We are the sum total of our experiences. Those experiences – be they positive or negative – make us the person we are, at any given point in our lives. And, like a flowing river, those same experiences, and those yet to come, continue to influence and reshape the person we are, and the person we become. None of us are the same as we were yesterday, nor will be tomorrow.

I was sad that summer was over. But I was happy that it was over for my enemies, too.

You want to meet someone who likes the same things you do, and who likes you most when you're most being yourself, so that when you are in a relationship, the person will truly be compatible with the real you.

If people are well paid for reality television and cotton candy and dunking a basketball, why can't they be well paid for changing young minds?

You have infinite time here, and there are infinite things to do, but you still don’t end up doing much of it. You do what you love most, over and over.

It is an inside joke of history that all its most exciting adventures inevitably end their careers as homework. Beheadings, rebellions, thousand-year wars, incest on the royal throne, electricity, art, opera, dogs in outer space.

Love always won in the end. No matter how it happened, no matter what it took, no matter what it meant. Fair or not, true or not, love won.

Some women do not masturbate for pleasure; they masturbate to make a political statement: to remind us that women do not really need men (or at least not as much and as frequently as every single male chauvinist and every single misogynist believes).

I think it's better to not know certain things. It gives the world an extra bit of mystery, which is important to us as human beings.

Giving a child a book is better than any toy you can buy, even a fidget spinner.

It was masturbation, not willpower, that made it possible for gazillions of women to walk down the aisle with their reputation and their hymen still intact.

It matters not if the world has heard or approves or understands...the only applause we're meant to seek is that of nail-scarred hands.

Do you think why not is ultimately a better question than why? Why or why not?

Yesterday's faults become today's lessons. Today's dreams become tomorrow's reality.

All eyes are beautiful, I said, which is why it’s such an easy compliment.

Whatever happened in the past belongs in the past. Learn from it, grow, and move on. Don't let it determine your future.

What?” Henry shrugs. “Like, it’s ironic. Because BJ went home with the Anti-Parks, and Parks went home with the BJ deluxe.

You’re my forever girl … You always have been, and if I have my way, you always will be.

There’s always going to be one more thing. Because that’s what infinite feels like. And the difference between love and everything else is that it’s infinite, it’s built out of something infinite, or it feels like it is, anyway, which is the same thing to us.

Just a little pointer, Indy, girl to girl, if you want that week with Lee to last into two. He likes it when you go down on him in the morning. He’s a fucking animal in bed but give him a morning BJ, he’ll return the favor and rock your world.” Every muscle in my body froze solid. “What did she just say?” Stevie asked. “She did not just say that in front of me,” Kitty Sue said. “Holy crap,” Dolores said. “Oh… my… gawd,” Tod said. “You fucking bitch,” Ally said. “This is more like it,” Tex said.

I could imagine being his mom and loving him a lot, if that makes sense.

In order to design successful habits and change your behaviors, you should do three things. Stop judging yourself. Take your aspirations and break them down into tiny behaviors. Embrace mistakes as discoveries and use them to move forward.

Mindy Kaling gets her own line in the acknowledgments, as previously negotiated by her representatives. Thanks, Mindy. I love you and you're the best.

Loving you is like walking between rain drops.

The older I get The further I go The more I learn The less I know

Everything helped a little bit, at first; but nothing really helped.

Some women have been faking orgasms for so long that they sometimes fake one when they are masturbating.

A man cannot really be called (sexually) confident if he has never bought his woman a vibrator.

I know this sounds crazy to say after one encounter but I kind of fell for you pretty hard & it has been forever since I've connected to anyone like this & my heart is kind of broken in a million pieces.

You think a million billion more things will come your way, a million billion more versions of everything. But no, everything that actually causes that infinite feeling, the circumstances of every infinite feeling, is so, so finite.

People who knew me and sympathized with me were determined to set me up with the other people they sympathized with and were always surprised when I would turn down their offer of what they thought of as romantic charity. “What’s the harm?” they would ask me, truly surprised. The harm, besides those hours that actually do matter when you barely have one night off every couple of weeks, is the little mark you get on you every time you open up a door to a hope and then close it fast in disappointment. It leaves a nick, or a dent, and those nicks and dents are not invisible. I used to see them all the time.

You might as well laugh at yourself, everyone else is.

- Dude, it's Jocelyn, I (Jordan) say looking over my shoulder nervously [...] - This isn't Jocelyn, B.J says sighing. It's Jordan. Dude, try to play a better trick than that. You sound nothing like her. Plus your number came up on my caller ID. PS: maybe I'm just in a very good mood, but I keep laughing while reading this book, there are plenty of scenes that make me smile, and this is one of them.. it's just hilarious how silly and funny these characters are ;))

CHILD: “Why does carrot cake have the best icing?” MOTHER: “Because it needs the best icing.” Quantum Nonlocality and the Death of Elvis Presley You may remember

But nobody remembers how long anything takes; they only remember how good it was in the end.

And anyone will tell you that's the whole point. You want to meet someone who likes the same things you do, and who likes you most when you're most being yourself.

You meet a finite number of people in your life. It feels to you like it's infinite, but it's not. I think it's the biggest thing I can see that you can't.

Where does one run to escape from feelings?

Seriously, Mac, I’m in so deep, I’ll take you however I can have you. I’ll wait, however long it takes. If these last few months with you have shown me anything, it’s that you’re meant to be mine. I know that already, fuck, I’ve known it for a while now. I’ve just been waiting for you to catch up.

Shit! I need to tell him about the other penises in my life.

See with your mind, Speak with your heart, Touch with your eyes, Love with your entire being.

Celebrating small wins gives them something to repattern our life around.

We talked for four hours. I don't remember most of it, but often a little moment in an unrelated conversation or alone on the street will trigger a memory of it I didn't know I had. So I know it's all there somewhere.

A love letter lost in the mail, forgotten, miss delivered and then discovered years later and received by the intended is romantic. A love letter ending up in someone's spam filter is just annoying.

Being young was her thing, and she was the best at it. But every year, more and more girls came out of nowhere and tried to steal her thing. One of these days I'm gong to have to get a new thing, she thought to herself--but as quietly as she could, because she knew that if anyone caught her thinking this thought, her thing would be right over right then.

Most if not all sexually active people do not really love having sex; they merely love experiencing an orgasm every now and then.

Some people are so sexually unattractive that the thought of masturbating turns them off.

After you put your feet on the floor in the morning, immediately say this phrase, “It’s going to be a great day.” As you say these seven words, try to feel optimistic and positive.

Step 1: Write this phrase on a small piece of paper: I change best by feeling good, not by feeling bad.

It seems that Superman’s talents hold no bounds. It’s just a shame my heart does.

Tell me you feel this, gorgeous? Tell me I’m not dreaming this,” he rasps against my temple. “I’m feeling it, and it’s scaring the shit out of me,” I whisper.

The past is a hotel. You can visit any time; enjoy the view. But you can't live there. The cost is to high.

We live in an aspiration-driven culture that is rooted in instant gratification. We find it difficult to enact or even accept incremental progress.

there are only three things we can do that will create lasting change: Have an epiphany, change our environment, or change our habits in tiny ways.

Once you remove any hint of judgment, changing your habits becomes an uplifting journey of self-discovery.

You can disrupt a behavior you don’t want by removing the prompt. This isn’t always easy, but removing the prompt is your best first move to stop a behavior from happening.

In my opinion, there are two types of perfect. The first is the type that seems so obvious and intuitive to you and everyone else that in a perfect world it would simply be considered standard; but, in reality, in our flawed world, what should be considered standard is actually so rare that it has to be elevated to the level of “perfect.” This is the type of perfect that makes you and most other people think, “Why isn’t everything like this? Why is it so hard to find …” a black V-neck cotton sweater, or a casual non-chain restaurant with comfortable booths, etc.—“that is just exactly the way everyone knows something like this should be?” “Perfect,” we all say with relief when we finally find something like this that is exactly as it should be. “Perfect. Why was this so hard to find?” The other type of perfect is the type you never could have expected and then could never replicate.

God, I want to hate you for doing this to us, but I can't," he whispers, kissing my forehead one last time before stepping back. "I could never hate you, Mac. That's why this fucking hurts so much.

And just so we’re clear, I love you, Mac. I love you so damn much that even if you hadn’t come back, I would have come after you. I would’ve fought like hell until you realized that you wanted this too.

Sitting there with Hadden, I realized how uncomplicated real happiness was: a cup of coffee, a light rain, a good friend sitting by your side-that was true happiness.

I feel like I didn't earn these stories, I feel like they just happened to me.

But no matter what their friends told them, they would always know what really happened. They just kept driving faster, and outran the rain.

why do u always post pics of ur food!? He did it because it made him feel like he was eating his meals with more people.

He kissed her for an eternity, which was fine, because heaven had eternities to burn. Then he kissed her for another.

Keep track of your soul, Madison. Never compromise. Or you'll live the rest of your life regretting it--until it consumes you.

There is something about him that makes my mind twist, my stomach turn, and my cheeks blush - all at the same time.

We were never meant to be together. Stars never aligned for us, they always diverged our paths from each other. Too close, but never enough. Minute hands were never slow enough for us to catch up, but fast enough we’re slipping from its grasp. We were never meant to be together, but that doesn’t mean I love you any less.

So many frustrating family dynamics and workplace dramas erupt because of the misplaced belief that manipulation motivation is the key to changing behavior. But now you know that simplicity is what reliably changes behavior.

Dear sir, Mr. B.J. Thing... er... we the people of Britain are fed up with being bombed. We had enough of it last time with old Hitler so will you just leave us in peace, you live your life and we'll live ours, hope you are well... please don't drop any bombs. Yours sincerely, Mr. and Mrs. J. Bloggs

information alone does not reliably change behavior. This is a common mistake people make, even well-meaning professionals. The assumption is this: If we give people the right information, it will change their attitudes, which in turn will change their behaviors. I call this the “Information-Action Fallacy.

This pressure leads to a scarcity mindset—we believe that there will never be enough time, so we say no to changes because we feel like we don’t have the hours to cultivate new positive habits.

I opened up a bit and explained that I have a type I'm drawn to naturally, but that I've found that the women I've ended up loving the most have never been what I've thought of as my type, maybe because part of love is being helpless, being out of control of your own emotions.

Is it just that everything came too easy? Because if you're romanticizing 'difficult'...you're going to get over that quickly, I promise you. I promise you. Everyone forgets how difficult 'difficult' really is.

I want to see you again. I want to more than see you again, and I hope like hell that you’ll text me later on. But I’m going to leave you now, to freak out, to mull it over, and hopefully reminisce over what just happened between us because gorgeous, I know there is so much more where that just came from.

-If you're so badass, how come I never heard of you?" -"I prefer to stay out of the spotlight, unlike some sorceresses I know," she said with a smile as she came to stop in front of him."But I do have a nickname." -"Hot on a stick?" -"No." -"Spanks with magic?" -"Most definitely not." -"I know, you must be the famous BJ Swallows." -"I am going to hurt you.

Sex mirrored our drinking; both defined our relationship: selfish, detached, indulgent and satisfying.

Fantasies... who needs fantasies? I have memories.

I thought I’d lost you. That I’d never get to hold you, kiss you, love you again,” - Brax

God, I want to hate you for doing this to us, but I can't. I could never hate you Mac. That's why this fucking hurts so much.

The cute one?” “No, the other cute one.” “Oh, she’s cute too.

Didn't they realize how much interesting shit there was to see and do in this world if you just woke up at a normal fucking time like a normal fucking person?

Some men do not know the father of 'their' children.

Coco Chanel is said to have said that a girl should be two things: who and what she is. I say a girl should do two things: what and who she wants.

The primary goal of a righteous parent who has a daughter is to minimize the number of boys and men for whom their daughter will have willingly opened her legs come her wedding day; the closer to zero, the more righteous they will seem.

he said we’re the Pandavas, didn’t you? ’Coz I’m so honest and responsible and all. Like Yudhisthir.’ ‘Uh, Yudi gambled away his family’s entire inheritance,’ Eshwari reminds her. ‘And their spouse.

The Battle Creek, Michigan, headquarters of Kellogg’s looks like a spaceship built to look like a pyramid that was then hastily converted into a public library during a period of intergalactic peace.

eople—even good, impressive people—always want something simple and unimpressive. Everything good and impressive that they do in their lives is a result of the impressive path they take to get what they want—not a result of wanting an impressive thing.

As recently as 1975, a basic American psychiatry textbook estimated that the frequency of all forms of incest as one case per million. [James Henderson, "Incest", in A. M. Freedman, H.I. Kaplan and B.J. Sadock, eds., Comprehensive Textbook of Psychiatry, 2nd ed. 1975 p. 1532.]

I can’t even handle love, there’s no way I can handle it being taken away. I won’t survive it. Please. Please. Please!” I said that I had something to say to her, which made her listen in a way that she didn’t when I simply said things without the preface. Even though the preface meant nothing, it calmed her, just as it calmed real people, for the same no-reason. I told her what people tell people. That this was what it felt like when love was taken away—but that it wasn’t the truth, it was just a feeling. It would pass. It would take time. She would recharge. She didn’t believe me. No one ever believes it, I said. That’s part of what the feeling is.

I can’t live in a world where she is not in my life, it’s not even an option. She told me that she doesn’t want to go back to how she was before we met, alone and shut off from the world. She likes how alive and free she feels now that she’s with me.

But it has only been three weeks,” I whisper. “Three fucking good weeks, gorgeous. Three weeks that make me want to see this through.” … “I will tell you this, Mac. I’m going to try and be everything you need me to be both in and out of the bedroom because I like seeing you smile. I like seeing you laugh, and I definitely like you when you’re underneath me calling out my name.

She is radiant, the darkness that surrounded her for so long is now a thing of the past. After pushing my way into her life, and doing everything I could to break down her walls, I finally got that spark of hers to catch alight and I'll do everything in my power to make sure that her fire never goes out again.

In the aftermath of an athletic humiliation on an unprecedented scale—a loss to a tortoise in a footrace so staggering that, his tormenters teased, it would not only live on in the record books, but would transcend sport itself, and be taught to children around the world in textbooks and bedtime stories for centuries; that hundreds of years from now, children who had never heard of a “tortoise” would learn that it was basically a fancy type of turtle from hearing about this very race—the hare retreated, understandably, into a substantial period of depression and self-doubt.

Based on the experience of history and civilization of mankind, which is more important for Muslims today, to no longer busy discussing the greatness that Muslims achieved in the past, or debating who first discovered the number zero, including the number one, two, three and so on, as the contribution of Muslims in the writing of numbers in this modern era and the foundation and development of civilizations throughout the world. But how Muslims will regained the lead and control of science and technology, leading back and become a leader in the world of science and civilization, because it represents a real achievement.

Bring it on, Legs.” “Still don’t get the legs thing,” she mutters. “Because every time I see them I imagine them wrapped around my head.” She chokes down the phone, and then the line goes eerily quiet. “Mia?” “I’m here. Just hitting pause on that mental image and saving it for later.” “Jesus, woman. Warn a guy before you throw out the Viagra lines.” “What?” she says, with a knowing giggle. “Those kind of words take a man from floppy to stabby in zero-point-five seconds.

What’s the difference between this school and a happy retirement community?” The room was silent again. “The difference is ’rithmetic! A retired person living by the ocean, just doing a little reading and writing till the end of their days—that’s the dream, right? ‘What do you do all day?’ ‘Some reading, a little writing.’ Sounds idyllic, right? And yet school sucks. Everybody hates it. What’s the difference? ’Rithmetic! It’s time somebody put their finger on this fucking obvious thing.