Julie Thorn Quotes

Try Not to bleed so much on the thorns," he said as I jabbed myself in the palm and hissed in pain. "Right Now, anyone could follow us, and you are leaving a very easy trail." Right, 'cause I'm bleeding all over the place for shits and giggles." A Bramble caught my hair, and I yanked it free with a painful tearing sound. -Grimalkin and Meghan

Cultivo una rosa blanca, En julio como en enero, Para el amigo sincero Que me da su mano franca. Y para el cruel que me arranca El corazon con que vivo, Cardo ni oruga cultivo Cultivo una rosa blanca. I have a white rose to tend In July as in January; I give it to the true friend Who offers his frank hand to me. And to the cruel one whose blows Break the heart by which I live, Thistle nor thorn do I give: For him, too, I have a white rose.

Still, they were two thorns from the same thistle. Their tactics in terrorizing innocent ladies were identical. Their behavior was downright sinful, but what made it even worse was the fact that neither warrior seemed to realize the effect he had on others.

Stars can’t shine without darkness.

We’re going to fuck until you beg me to stop. And believe me, I fucking love when you beg.

How wet are you right now? Don’t lie, because I’m going to check.

Yes, and every lesson thereafter will be nothing short of your worst nightmare,” he comments with a chilling laugh. “My advice to you is to pay attention like your life depends on it. Because it does.

Something dark flashes in his eyes. “My cock is the only one you will ever crave. Your pussy is its home.

It’s going to fit,” James says ardently. “Because I’m going to make it fit, and you can’t stop me.

Damn, baby, I’m gonna fuck you so hard,” he groans, low and deep. “Hell, I probably should say sorry in advance for what I’m getting ready to do.

Look at how hard you’re making me. I just want to pull my cock out and make you ride it.

If you bite me again, I’ll mount you from behind and punish your pussy with my big, hard cock.

Do as I say or I will strip you of all of your clothes forcefully and fuck you hard,” he warns. “You wanted a monster? Well, you’ve got one.

A dark past doesn’t lead to a dark future. I want you to remember that.

My cock is bigger than most guys' forearms. But she needs to get used to it. After all, it’s not going to get any smaller.

Orgasming is your only escape from this fuckathon.

You lied to me again! Now I don’t know if I should spank you or fuck you until you come all over me,” he groans, his teeth tugging on my bottom lip. “To be honest, I want to do both.

Did you enjoy the tongue bath that I gave your pussy earlier?” “Yes...” I breathe. “It turns me on immensely to force pleasure onto you,” he admits. “To make you enjoy every second of it. To your detriment, of course.

The only thing worse than a liar is a liar who can’t stop lying.

If you don’t sacrifice for what you want, what you want becomes the sacrifice, I inwardly remind myself.

As your punishment for denying the truth, I get to force you to come hard.

Well then, your first lesson will be on the perils of the blood feud and the unforgiving nature of monstrous men.

Fuck, I love the way that you moan when I slide my cock in and out of your tight pussy,” he groans. “That’s it! Beg to be filled by your future husband.

There’s no going back after this! Once you give me your cherry, it’s fucking mine. No take-backs,” he rasps, his fingers digging into my buttocks. “I own it after this.

I don’t deserve you. But not a damn thing can stop me from trying to earn you.

Is your pussy mad at me for making it come so roughly?

Deception always leads to more deception. It’s a fundamental fact.

No one should have to live their whole life emotionally closed off. That isn’t living, it’s existing.

Going forward, you’ll choose ‘action over inaction’ because...memento mori.

For fucking days...you’ll be leaking my seed from your sexy body.

Tell me, so I can kill him! Then I will fuck you until I erase the last year from your mind.

The canyon is a ladder to the plain. The valley is pale in the end of July, when the corn and melons come of age and slowly the fields are made ready for the yield, and a faint, false air of autumn—an illusion still in the land—rises somewhere away in the high north country, a vague suspicion of red and yellow on the farthest summits. And the town lies out like a scattering of bones in the heart of the land, low in the valley, where the earth is a kiln and the soil is carried here and there in the wind and all harvests are a poor survival of the seed. It is a remote place, and divided from the rest of the world by a great forked range of mountains on the north and west; by wasteland on the south and east, a region of dunes and thorns and burning columns of air; and more than these by time and silence.

Now I need to ask you something very serious. Just know that if you lie to me, I won’t hesitate to spank you again. You’re racking up infractions left and right here. So choose your words wisely,” I caution her.

I’ll tell you why: because if you won’t give me a DNA sample from your mouth, I have no choice but to take the sample from your pussy. I’m sure your panties are soaked from how you were undressing me with your eyes earlier.

I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I tangle my fingers in his hair as his tongue plunges into my mouth. “Here we go again...more lies.” With a hand firmly on my waist, he pulls me tight against him. Then, with a low growl, he deepens the kiss.

Is life a boon? If so, it must befall That Death, whene'er he call, Must call too soon. Though fourscore years he give, Yet one would pray to live Another moon! What kind of plaint have I, Who perish in July? I might have had to die, Perchance, in June! Is life a thorn? Then count it not a whit! Man is well done with it; Soon as he's born He should all means essay To put the plague away; And I, war-worn, Poor captured fugitive, My life most gladly give - I might have had to live, Another morn!

After the winter of thorns came spring. The roses would bloom again. But if she lost Mr. Morland, she’d be chopping down the whole bush. Killing the thorns, to be sure, but killing the beautiful roses too. Just because she couldn’t always see the flowers didn’t mean they were not still there.

Alex focused on mistakes. Alex talked too much about topics no one cared about. Alex’s eyes sought out Nathan Andrews’s approval after every take. Alex’s fingers tightened into claws at night, needing the stress of playing all day to be professionally massaged from his body. Xander Thorne finally believed every single person who’d told him he was the best. He played like he was the best. He moved like he was the best.

Even the many deaths of Indian children did not faze Serra’s dark joy. In a report dated July 24, 1775, to Friar Francisco Pangua, his Franciscan superior at the Colegio de San Fernando in Mexico City, Serra wrote: In the midst of all our little troubles, the spiritual side of the missions is developing most happily. In [Mission] San Antonio21 there are simultaneously two harvests, at one time, one for wheat, and of a plague among the children, who are dying.

I’m not experiencing real life when I just watch from the sidelines.

She took a deep breath, ready to start by being honest with herself. “Kyle . . . I think I screwed up.” She held up a hand, qualifying this. “Partially. Tall, Dark, and Smoldering deserves a lot of the blame. At least half. Maybe two-thirds. Of course, he’s probably sulking right now, thinking that I’m the only one who’s wrong here. He’s kind of frustrating that way. He gets under your skin, like a tick, or a burr, or a thorn, or . . .” She looked to her brother for help. “What else gets under your skin?” “Scabies?” he suggested. “Scabies? This is what you come up with?” Kyle stared at her as if she was losing it. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Jordo. But I’ll say this, if you think you screwed up, there’s only one question—the same one you asked me five months ago: Can you fix it?” Jordan sighed. “I’m trying.” Her brother’s gaze was firm. “Try harder.” She glared at him. “Okay.” Then after a moment, she nodded in concession. “Okay.

Overall, the British officers in India regarded him as a colonial who sympathised with the natives. All that could have still been ironed over, but when he called Viceroy Lord Linlithgow ‘a weak ass’, it was the last straw. He had to go. So in July 1937, just two years after taking over as the first governor, he was forced to resign.

Wenn du ihn willst, sag es ihm. Wenn du dir dein Leben ohne ihn nicht vorstellen kannst, bring es in Ordnung. Egal wie schwer es ist, egal was ihr euch gegenseitig angetan habt, um euch zu verletzen. Wenn du in liebst, musst du es versuchen - Carter Thorne

„Hör auf. Du kannst über jedes ›Aber‹ und ›Was wäre wenn‹ und ›Wenn ich nur‹ auf der Welt nachgrübeln, nur ändert sich dadurch nicht das Geringste. Was passiert ist, ist passiert. Du kannst dich nicht ewig wegen Dingen quälen, die in der Vergangenheit passiert sind. Nicht, wenn du weitermachen und vorankommen willst.« - Carter Thorne

Every night before bed, the same thoughts invade my mind: Kidnap her, breed her, and lock her away. So evil men like me can’t steal her away from me.

You became mine the moment we met, and you will never belong to any other man but me.

I’m done waiting. You’re gonna take all of this cock like a good girl.

All bad things feel good and all good things end. Life is one big circle of bullshit.

I promise to never lie to you, and I promise to always keep my promises.

The real me wants to put you through a nonstop round of rough claiming sex.

Cellist at ceremony—Xander Thorne—friend of Hazel