Ds Book Quotes

A Dom never takes away. He only builds.

(this also explains the mystery why uneducated men often seem to do BETTER with women than many men with PhDs who are so 'smart' they intellectualized life out of existence).

Accept no one’s definition of your life. Define yourself.” - Unknown

Mr. D’s idea of fun would have been to turn us all into Amazon river dolphins. I didn’t want to test him.

Dom is generous, loving and respectful to not only his submissive, but all women. He is gentlemanly in public, but playful in private and a savage in the bedroom.

I do not believe that my generation, my cousins who have been educated in the American way, all of whom are MDs or PhDs, have any comparable learning...I am not saying anything so trite as that life is fuller when people have myths to live by. I mean rather that a life based on the Book is closer to the truth, that it provides the material for deeper research in and access to the real nature of things. Without the great revelations, epics, and philosophies as part of our natural vision, there is nothing to see out there, and eventually little left inside. The Bible is not the only means to furnish a mind, but without a book of similar gravity, read with the gravity of the potential believer, it will remain unfurnished.

Since I’m not sure what you’ve read or been told, I’ll tell you what submission is to me and probably most, if not all submissives. It’s more than a sexual experience, Mr. Morrison. It’s a bond so powerful that it contains the very soul of the submissive. A man’s domination and acceptance of the gift of submission is the greatest expression of love I believe there to be.

Sometimes our balance has to be upset and our course reset in order to help us navigate to our final destination.

So tell me, Morrison, what kind of Dominant do you want to be?” Dylan asked from above. “The kind that I was born to be. The absolute fucking best.

They learned each other’s darkest secrets, their sensual intimate yearnings shared by only the two of them as they talked about the fetishes

A true Dominant also knows the value of the spoken word. His words are chosen carefully with full awareness of their consequences, and he respects their power. And your words, Mr. Morrison, hold great power.

For every group, malevolence is always somewhere else. Maybe we understand at this point in history that it can occur at night in darkened rooms where small children sleep. However, surely not in academia. Surely lying and deception do not occur among people who go to conferences, who write books, who testify in court, and who have PhDs. At one point I complained to a Florida judge that I was astonished to an expert witness lying on the stand [about child sexual abuse research]. I thought one had to tell the truth in court. I thought if someone didn't, she didn't get her milk and cookies. I thought God came down and plucked someone right out of the witness stand if he lied in court. I thought a lying expert witness would step out of court and get hit by a bus. A wiser woman than I, the judge's answer was, “Silly you." Confessions of a Whistle-Blower: Lessons Learned Author: Anna C. Salter. Ethics & Behavior, Volume 8, Issue 2 June 1998

Using guilt, fear or any other negative emotion to try to change someone’s behavior backfires 100% of the time. If you want someone to do something for you or for themselves, the most important thing to remember is they have to want to do it. No positive outcome will ever be achieved by tearing another person apart or kicking them while they are down. If you truly want to help someone, conveying to them what a positive impact they’ve had in your life, is a great place to start.

If you think something in the material world can provide you with lasting happiness then lasting happiness will never be yours.

You cannot rely on others to provide your happiness to you. No one can accomplish that on a consistent enough basis. Your happiness is entirely your responsibility.

Happiness is the only thing that matters in this life. Don’t be cavalier about it. Fertilize it with attention and watch it grow.

Don’t discount this powerful use of appreciation. It is one of the great secrets of life. It’s the feeling and emotion of appreciation that matters most, not the lip service.

We have all heard the expression they wear their emotions on their sleeve, but most don’t realize they are actually worn over their entire body.

Happiness does not dwell in some past event or future experience. It is an emotion that can only be focused upon and enjoyed in the present moment.

Happiness isn’t about what’s going on in your life … what’s going on in your life is about your happiness or lack thereof.

True happiness will never be found anywhere outside yourself … only within.

Money can enhance your life in many ways but it cannot purchase the essential things that make up a happy life.

I want you to know that when I dream, it’s your face I see, and when all is dark, you are my light.

Heterogeneous BoDs with independent thinking enforce governance, and diversity strengthens creativity.

This body of yours was built for sin and decadent pleasures, and I’m thankful you were cast out from the heavens to please me.

Oh, Sir, don’t you know that on the edge of fear is where trust grows?

I do not regret the choices that I have made in seeking a life that can give me my true desires.

You have the most delightful taste in music,

How much do you want me, Sarah?” Her bottom lip trembled, “More than I want to admit.

their bond was greater than the mere act of sex.

Was that Lucas Tine I saw in the corridor?” Lonnie queried cheerfully. Her eyes were filled with curiosity – and shining admiration. “Wow, I wish he’d hit me with his car, if that’s what it takes to get his attention.

Selfishness is an essential ingredient of lasting happiness. Happiness begins and ends with you, not with your relationship, not with your job, not with money, but with “YOU” Happiness is your responsibility, no one else’s.

Once you acknowledge the simple truth that the key to your own personal joy is nothing more than an emotion that resides within you and can only ever be experienced in the present moment – the Prize of Happiness will be yours.

(As to how the Gatekeeper came to life) Once a bookworm, always a bookworm. But inspiration starts once that lowly worm crawls up your brain; it would be too difficult to contain and all hell breaks loose, and that otherwise blank piece of paper becomes its battleground, teeming with chicken-scratch scribbles of what was going on in that nook that used to be your secret sanctuary. You have no choice but just to concede, and surrender to its call to breathe life into a name.

The formula is simple enough. If you want more headaches and misery in your life, keep complaining, they’re on the way. If you want happiness and joy, give your attention to the things you are grateful for, and then sit back and watch them grow.

My heart belongs to you and only you. I came here tonight to offer myself to you. If you don’t want me, I can accept that. But I want to hear from you that it’s for no other reason than because you don’t feel the same way about me that I do about you.

Someone once said that the worst features of an era are accented in the children’s books of that period. Book by book our societal problems were dumped into children’s books. What editors called “realism” is really adult betrayal, violence, sexual indiscretions, alcoholism, and the Big D’s: death, divorce, disease, and drugs. Books with inconsequential plots and characters became thinly disguised “moralisms”—the kind of moralisms that come from a nonjudgmental culture urging readers to suspend judgment, to become understanding and noncondemning, and to realize their sexuality.

The things you do with your friends are shared memories, thought Edie. You never fully remember the details of your life’s experiences yourself; you need your friends to fill in the gaps to completely experience the memory. Otherwise the depth and power of that memory gets lost to the passage of time.

A distraction can be your greatest gift to yourself. Remember, when it starts to feel like our thoughts are thinking us, it’s due to the fact that we have developed certain patterns of thoughts that keep us stuck. When we are able to successfully distract ourselves we can withdraw from these mental ruts and change the direction of our focus and, in turn, the course of our daily lives.

he snuffed the remaining powder into his other nostril and threw the scrap of thin plastic to the floor. There was no sensation, nothing at all, the world was the same and Billy knew that he had been cheated. Two D’s shot, gone for nothing. He leaned out of the glassless, frameless window and tears mixed with the perspiration on his face. He cried and thought about that for a while and thought how glad he was it was dark and no one could see him crying, not him, eighteen years old. Under his fingers the rough metal of the window opening had the feel of miniature mountain peaks and valleys. Jagged, smooth, soft, hard. He leaned close and stroked with his fingertips and the pleasure of the touch sent shivers of love running the length of his spine. Why had he never noticed this before? Bending, he put out his tongue and the sweet-sour-iron-dirt taste was so wonderful, and when he let the sharp front edges of his teeth touch the metal it felt as though he had bitten off a piece of steel half as big as the bridge.

When he broke that long kiss, he smiled at her before kissing her hard. “So, my love, I hope that your punishment will stop you from trying another payback for a while at least?” Laura laughed and sighed, dramatically. “Of course, it will. I never want to be punished like that again. Well, not until tonight anyway. You will be back tonight, won't you? I'm often very bad at night so you may have to do this all over again to me until I learn how to be good. Hmm, and during the day, I'm not always very good either so you'd better watch out for that too.” “You don't make punishing you an easy task, do you? It almost seems like you enjoy being punished.” “No, it's not that, baby. Though, your punishment was very well given. It's just that I have a very aggressive, bad gene and it makes me backslide, umm, and often frontslide too. I have learnt with you that I'm always wanting to backslide and frontslide but, as it's obviously a genetic defect, I can't really be blamed for that, now can I” (Tales from Terrigal, Book 2, WIP)

eyes suddenly darted to Sawyer and he motioned for him. It was a complete what the fuck moment for him and his body froze. Dylan’s eyes moved to Sarah and he nodded,

Many economists now openly praise monopolies as a more enlightened form of capitalism. Robert Atkinson and Michael Lind wrote a book titled Big Is Beautiful. They write, “In the abstract universe of Econ 101, monopolies and oligopolies are always bad because they distort prices… . In the real world, things are not so simple.” And to enlighten us, they continue, “Academic economics includes a well-developed literature about imperfect markets. But it is reserved for advanced students,” and these lessons are unavailable to the poor, benighted souls who don't have PhDs.15 It is ironic that the champions of monopolies are essentially aligning themselves with neo-Marxist economists who think that in capitalism the big inevitably eat the small. As the eminent Polish economist Michał Kalecki wrote, “Monopoly appears to be deeply rooted in the nature of the capitalist system: free competition, as an assumption, may be useful in the first stage of certain investigations, but as a description of the normal stage of capitalist economy it is merely a myth.”16 Kalecki would have felt at home in Omaha and Silicon Valley. Buffett and Thiel's views on competition capture the contradictions of capitalism. Thiel's idea that innovation comes only from large monopolies ignores his own personal history at PayPal. He was David creating a startup from nothing and competing against financial Goliaths.

For what it's worth, you're about as much of a figurehead CEO as the man behind the curtain in Oz.

So inside herself, so in touch with each gust of wind, the elements and the earth, and some rhythmic force in motion, calling her into the night, to search, that when something inside her shifted under the altar of it all, it was in that moment a drifting seed of asunder planted itself. And Lynette embraced the chaos it would bring.

So inside herself, so in touch with each gust of wind, the elements and the earth, and some rhythmic force in motion, calling her into the night, to search, that when something inside her shifted under the altar of it all, it was in that moment a drifting seed of a sunder planted itself. And Lynette embraced the chaos it would bring.

So. Todd Andrews is my name. You can spell it with one or two d’s; I get letters addressed either way. I almost warned you against the single-d, for fear you’d say, ‘Tod is German for death: perhaps the name is symbolic.’ I myself use two d’s, partly in order to avoid that symbolism. But you see, I ended by not warning you at all, and that’s because it just occurred to me that the double-d Todd is symbolic, too, and accurately so. Tod is death, and this book hasn’t much to do with death; Todd is almost Tod—that is, almost death—and this book, if it gets written, has very much to do with almost-death.

a toy poodle puppy, “like all good parents, we went out and read a book about how to raise a dog,” Jay tells me. The book claimed that dog names should ideally have two syllables and hard consonants. The Neitzes brainstormed a few options, and Maureen, in joking reference to Jay’s research on vision, suggested Retina. (I point out that Retina has three syllables. “Yes, but our version has two,” Jay says. “Ret-na.”) Black, fluffy, and very cute, Retina became a part of history. She was one of the dogs who first confirmed what colors dogs actually see. In the 1980s, when the Neitzes were getting their PhDs, many people believed that dogs were color-blind. In The Far Side, cartoonist Gary Larson drew a dog praying at its bedside for “Mom, Dad, Rex, Ginger, Tucker, me, and all the rest of the family to see color.” Scientists bought into this myth, too: One textbook claimed that “on the whole, mammals appear not to have color vision except for the primates

persuade

not only that symbolic hybridity can signal perspective—both the language facet of perspective and, indirectly, the perception facet of perspective—but also that symbolic hybridity can only feature in specific discourse categories, namely those categories that can contain elements of the character’s discourse and thus have a mimetic quality. TT shifts in linguistic hybridity can therefore lead to TT shifts in discourse category and these discourse-category shifts in turn can trigger TT shifts in the language facet of perspective. The following discussion will illustrate this in more detail. For this, I will draw on Leech and Short’s (2007) as well as Brian McHale’s (1978) classification of speech and thought presentation. Leech and Short (2007:255ff.) distinguish the following five speech-presentation categories: Narrative Report of Speech Act (NRSA) Indirect Speech (IS) Free Indirect Speech (FIS) Direct Speech (DS) Free Direct Speech (FDS) For a detailed discussion of these five speech-presentation categories see Leech and Short 2007:255–270. McHale (1978:258–259) further subdivides indirect discourse into (i) “indirect content paraphrase” and (ii) “indirect discourse, mimetic to some degree”. Building on McHale, I will therefore distinguish between (i) indirect speech (IS) and (ii) mimetic indirect speech (MIS). Short (1996:293) refers to NRSA as “Narrative Representation of Speech Acts” rather than “Narrative Report of Speech Act” and adds another category, that of “Narrator’s Representation of Speech (NRS)”. NRS is the most minimalist form of speech presentation, as it “merely tells us that speech occurred” without “specify[ing] the speech act(s) involved

There will be a few times in your life when all your instincts will tell you to do something; something that defies logic, upsets your plans and may seem crazy to others. When that happens, you do it. Listen to your instincts and ignore everything else. Ignore logic, ignore the odds, ignore the complications and just go for it.” – Judith McNaught

D’s for “dustiny,” I tell you no lie. Destiny turns us To dust when we die.

Sawyer became engrossed in watching Dylan and Isabel. They were such a beautiful sight; Dylan holding onto Isabel as if nothing else in the world mattered to him, and Isabel resting oblivious to the world in his wearied arms. Their love was so pure and intense; Sawyer couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy. He wanted what they had; he wanted to command and own his own submissive like Dylan; he longed for the kind of devotion that they shared.

Chauvignon

Did I spell the word “did” right? Of course not! I got my D’s mixed up.

Books are merely tickets to the author's theater of the minds eye.

like

The BoDs and business leaders must work with the right mindset to make good policies and create an inclusive organization with every dip in the business life cycle.

The BoDs play the significant role in both Management Innovation and Innovation Management.

Promise me, you’ll be careful. Don’t go wandering through the forest on your own, Charlotte. There are… dangers out there.

I don’t kill humans any longer.” Relief crept over my body like a drug. I hadn’t realized how tightly I’d been holding myself, like a wind-up toy that had been tightened to the point of the spring snapping. “Oh,” I managed faintly. He waited while I absorbed his explanation, allowing me to think in silence. “So,” I remarked slowly, “do you get all the, uh, vitamins you need that way?” It was the first thought to cross my mind.

To lighten the mood a little, I decided to distract him. “So, I have some more questions,” I began. “What would you like to know?” “Why do you smell so good?” “It’s another aspect of being vampire; my scent is designed to entice my victims, to attract them.” “You don’t always smell the same to me.” Lucas smiled. “Pheromones create the scent, something that will most appeal to the human I’m with at the time, dependent on what will lull them into relaxing.” “How do you know what will have the right effect?” “Years of instinct.” “It certainly works,” I pointed out. “It’s pleasant to know that at least one of my evil powers works on you,” Lucas responded dryly.

Sometimes life happens so fast, it feels like a blip on a tv screen. You know something was there, but you don't know what it was.

In libris libertas. In books there is freedom

A well-written letter can change the world, it can start or stop a war, secure employment, save money, even save a life, her professor had said. Writing is reading, you’re making something else for someone to read.

I only read books with exploding helicopters on the front cover,

When many of us with varying levels of privilege interact with the Bible’s stories, particularly those of Jesus engaging with marginalized women, we often have to force ourselves into the narrative. I wonder if much of our abuelitas’ theological insight comes from the fact that they can see themselves clearly in the story. They don’t need to stretch to imagine what it would be like to be the Samaritan woman or the persistent widow. Many of our abuelas know those stories intimately not only because they’ve committed to studying them and their lessons but because oftentimes those stories are about them. What they pass on to us is a knowledge about God that many of us spend our lives trying to obtain from books and conferences. Our abuelitas may be “uneducated” by the dominant culture’s standards, but they possess PhDs in prayer and Bible interpretation. They may not be ordained as official priests or pastors, but they’ve been playing those roles behind the scenes forever, noticed and called by God.

Aosawa Murders

Women who’d never had any particular interest in D/s read a popular BDSM pulp novel for their book club. Now they think they’re into the scene. But all they really want is maybe a blindfold or a playful, pretend spanking.

After Wangari earned her master’s in science from the University of Pittsburgh, she returned to Kenya to further her studies. She completed her PhD in veterinary anatomy at the University of Nairobi in 1971. This was a time when few women in the United States or in much of the world were studying science at a post-college level—in 1966, only about 15 percent of PhDs in biological and agricultural sciences in the U.S. were awarded to women. Wangari was the first woman in eastern and central Africa to earn a doctorate degree in any subject. If she had continued her studies in the United States, she would have been a pioneer here, too. But Wangari always knew she wanted to go home, to teach and to serve

Thank God for the end of the world, or I’d have to deal with my own problems…

I love how fearless you are and fun loving. I think your book showed me that you can enjoy life and be all you want to be. Thanks for sharing your experiences.

Jamie nodded back. ‘Ms Cartwright—’ ‘It’s Mrs,’ she said automatically, the colour still drained from her cheeks. Her hand had moved from her mouth to her collarbones now as she processed it. ‘Would you mind if I took a look at those files?’  She shook her head, her eyes vacant. ‘No, no — there’s nothing much to see, but… Of course—’ She cut off, squeezing her face into a frown. ‘He’s… dead? But how? What happened? My God,’ she muttered. ‘He was… My God.’ Jamie stepped around her, leaving Roper to the interview. He was better at that sort of thing anyway. She rarely found interviewees easy to deal with. They always got emotional, blathered.  ‘Do you mind if I record this conversation?’ Roper asked behind her as she walked towards the back room. ‘No,’ Mary said quietly. ‘Great, thanks.’ He exhaled slowly, fiddling with the buttons, adding the audio file to the case. ‘What can you tell me about Ollie?’  The voices faded away as she reached the door and pushed on the handle. Inside looked to be a rehearsal room. On the left there were two steps leading up to a red door that opened onto the side of the stage, and the floor was bare concrete painted red. The paint had been chipped from years of use and the blue paint job underneath was showing through. Mary had a desk set up with two chairs in front of it, but no computer. In fact there was nothing of any value in the room.  On the right there was an old filing cabinet, and laid against it were rusted music stands as well as a mop and bucket and a couple of bottles of bargain cleaning supplies that had the word ‘Value’ written across them.  At the back of the room there was an old bookcase filled with second-hand literature — mostly children’s books and charity shop novels. Next to that an old plastic covered doctor’s examination bed was pushed against the wall. Sponge and felt were showing through the ripped brown covering.  Stood on the floor was a trifold cotton privacy screen that looked new, if not cheap. On the cracked beige walls, there was also a brand new hand-sanitiser dispenser and wide paper roll holder. She approached and checked the screws. They were still shiny. Brass. They had been put up recently. At least more recently than anything else in there.  The dispenser looked like it had come straight out of a doctor’s office, the roll holder too. Paper could be pulled out and laid over the bed so patients didn’t have to sit on the bare covering. Jamie stared at them for a second and then reached out, squirting sanitiser onto her hands.  She massaged it in before moving on.

You believe what you choose to believe, Sergeant. One cannot argue with faith. I will say, however, that I have never truly believed. I have prayed and I have come to this church all my life, but I've never truly believed. But that's not what it's about. I would say, in fact, that it doesn't matter one bit. It's community, that's all. About being there for people, having a set of values, sharing those values, helping others, giving of yourself, and hopefully receiving too.

This guy is good. I mean, he's still talking about God as if he actually exists, and he talks about Heaven as though it's an actual place where people end up, so you know, the subject matter is bonkers, but he knows how to hold an audience. It's a bit like listening to Hitler. What he's saying is nuts, but you can't help but admire the delivery.

It’s difficult to decipher the meaning and tone of text messages

Yes, it will be a whipping good time. See what I did there, Dylan? Whipping good time?” she giggled, mocking his constant lame wordplay jokes.

A true Dominant also knows the value of the spoken word. His words are chosen carefully with full awareness of their consequences, and he respects their power.

Good. I know how hard it can be not finishing at the end of a scene. Hard. See what I did there? How hard it can be?” he chuckled at himself.

she was his to do with what he wanted.

Is that what you really want? Someone you’ve learned to love and chosen by default? Or someone you know without a doubt that you love?

He was her alpha, she - his omega, and his name was forever emblazoned on her heart. 

Yes… she wanted to get lost in those dangerous eyes… in his arms… in his past, present and future… and to climb into his dark headspace with him and experience all the wanton wickedness he could imagine.

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booze never made things clearer; it only blurred the lines of reason and logic.

He would give her what she craved - total domination, and she would give him what he could no longer live without – utter submission.

I want to be needed; wanted; and most of all, cherished and loved,” she whispered.

yesterday’s boundaries are to be crossed on tomorrow’s horizon.

His bond with her was deeper, tangible, devastating… and something else... Something he didn’t dare speak.

His hand lightly touched her chin. “Trust me when I say I need to be pushed.

Trust me when I tell you my dark headspace isn’t somewhere you want to be. Doesn’t that bother you in the least?

hot sandwiches. ‘How are you?’ he asked, looking at her arms. ‘It’s healing,’ Adele assured him. She pulled a leaflet for the woman’s refuge in Norwich from her handbag. ‘The nurse gave me this. It seems it’s the nearest place I can go.’ Henry took the leaflet and read