Nr 1 Quotes

Watching them was like watching water and oil do the impossible.

Maybe that's what I needed. Another tattoo. Some pain on the outside to ease the pain on the inside.

The guy you’ve been seeing, the one you were all so secret-squirrel about, was my dad?” Cooper nodded. “Yes.” “Oh, fucking hell,” Ryan squeaked. “The one you said sucked dick like a Dyson?

You know, there’s a joke in there somewhere. A Highlander, a Viking, and a Samurai walk into a bar.

When I opened the door, Andrew was standing there like a remedy for heart palpitations. Or maybe he made them worse. It was hard to tell.

There is something cathartic about having your scars inked into your skin.

It was funny how the monumental shit in your life tends to happen in slow-motion and at warp speed at the same time.

My tattoos, like most people's, were reminders, badges of personal experiences. Yes, I might wear them on my skin for the world to see, but their meaning was a little too personal.

I keep spare business shirts. In case of emergencies." Emergencies? "Do you expect to have jizz on your shirt often?

„Wir wissen nicht, was andere Menschen denken oder fühlen, wir interpretieren ihr Verhalten und sind dann wegen unserer eigenen Gedanken beleidigt.“ Ich

For all the times he'd fucked me, he'd never fucked me like this. Because this wasn't fucking. It was in his eyes, in his touch, in his kiss. It was in his heartbeat, pulsing against my chest and inside me. It was how he moaned my name, it was how he murmured and pleaded, and it was how his fingers dug into my skin. It wasn't fucking. It was emotion and pure need… He was making love to me.

Alec smiled at him. Their faces were close again, and he whispered, “I like it when you talk all middle ages.

I’d crossed that line like Usain freakin’ Bolt.

I'm surprised I could actually talk with how much I was grinning.

I think you're something wonderful.

Lucas, I hired you because you're brilliant." I believed him. I smiled. "It's true. I am.

I came to Tasmania in search of an elusive species. And I found it. But never in my wildest dreams did I expect to find you. And I believe I found a type of butterfly that exists only in my belly which makes itself known when I think of you.

«Mi prometti che ti comporterai meglio che puoi?» «Si» mi rispose sorridente «Parola di scout» «Non sei mai stato un boy scout» «No, ma ho scopato un sacco di ragazzi che lo erano» poi aggiunse «cioè, erano scout quando erano bambini. Non ora, perché sarebbe disgustoso»

„So, seeing anyone?” „Not for the last eighteen years,” he deadpanned. „Oh, shit,” I cried, as I realized what I'd just said to a blind man. „I didn't mean seeing as in seeing, I meant seeing as in seeing someone.” Isaac laughed at me. „Oh, that makes sense,” he said with a sarcastic laugh.

You just need someone who knows how your puzzle goes back together.

You’re the reason I have to do that. Just sitting there, all Scottish and sexy as hell.

I met someone special today,” I told her. “His name is Lawson Gale.” She wagged her tail at me. “I dunno, Rosie, but if there’s any such thing as perfect for me, he just might be it.

«Carter?» «Si" risposi «Mi sto godendo lo spettacolo» Piegò la testa da un lato, non proprio sicuro di cosa intendessi. «Te, Isaac» gli dissi mentre entravo nella doccia «sto ammirando te»

Wir sind Schüler von heute, die in Schulen von gestern von Lehrern von vorgestern mit Methoden aus den Anfängen der industriellen Revolution auf die Probleme von übermorgen vorbereitet werden.

Rimase in silenzio per un attimo prima di chiedere: «E se cado?» Lo tirai contro di me. «Non ti lascerò mai cadere. Ti terrò io.» «Non mi lascerai andare?» Scossi la testa, e sussurrai. «Mai.»

I’d jumped into raging rivers, ridden wild bulls, bucking horses and fought off deadly snakes. I’d done a thousand crazy things in my life that made Ma yell at me, but I’d never—never—been as scared as I was when I looked at him.   *

„It'll be getting dark and cold by then.” Isaac nodded. „Yeah, God forbid it gets dark and I can't see where I'm going.

So, you wanted to know when I'm mad at you, or when you're being an ass, well guess what? I'm mad and you're an ass.

And I don't expect any man to out himself, before he's ready, for me. It's something you need to do in your own time, on your own terms.

I cupped his face in my two hands and fluttered my eyelashes against his cheek.

Sapevo che Isaac non mi avrebbe fatto del male. Non come Paul. Non sarei entrato un giorno in casa e non avrei trovato Isaac a letto con un altro ragazzo. Semplicemente non era quel tipo di persona. Ma questo non voleva dire che non potesse farmi del male o spezzarmi il cuore

«Isaac ti ho detto che ti amavo» mormorai «E tu mi hai rifiutato. Cosa avrei dovuto pensare?» Le lacrime scesero sulle guance «Che ho paura. Che non voglio perderti. Che tu sei la cosa migliore che mi sia mai capitata» Il viso si intristì e scrollò le spalle «Che ti amo anch'io»

«Mi piaceva abbastanza il dottor Fields» disse all'improvviso «Ma mi piaci anche tu» Diede una pacca sulla mano di Isaac che era sul mio braccio «Non mi dà fastidio se i ragazzi amano i ragazzi. Se hai abbastanza fortuna da trovare qualcuno che ti ama, non devi lasciartelo scappare»

Tutto quello a cui riuscivo a pensare era che gli stavo tenendo la mano. Lo stavo toccando. E seppi in quel momento che volevo toccarlo di nuovo. Volevo che lui toccasse me. Volevo di più di tutto con lui. Volevo parlargli di qualsiasi cosa. Volevo vederlo usare le mani mentre spiegava qualcosa e parlava così appassionatamente del suo lavoro. Volevo farlo ridere. Volevo tenergli la mano. Volevo sapere che sensazioni mi avrebbe dato, come sarebbe stato toccarlo, stringerlo contro di me. Volevo conoscerlo. Volevo che lui conoscesse me. Volevo capirlo. Volevo entrargli sottopelle. Come lui si stava infilando sotto la mia

Covens?” “Yes. Vampire colonies.” “Are you in a coven?” “Yes.” “With Jodis and Eiji?” “Yes.” “How many others?” “Four hundred and fifty-two.” “Jesus.” “No, he’s not one of them.” Cronin laughed and Alec balked. “I’m only joking.” Alec narrowed his eyes at him. “Is that vampire humor?” Cronin still chuckled as he shrugged.

I was so comfortable. I was warm and cozy, in that blissful, dreamy place between asleep and awake... Until my comfy pillow moved. And the blanket keeping me warm moved. I grumbled at them sleepily, and then my pillow and blanket chuckled. I looked up, trying to make sense of my thoughts, and I saw him. Cameron. My pillow and blanket was Cameron; a half asleep, chuckling Cameron. I groaned and let my head fall back on his chest, his arms tightened around me. "I wondered why my pillow moved." He chuckled again, and I could hear the sound resonate in my ear.

Volevo piangere. Volevo dirgli quanto mi dispiacesse, ma tutto quello che riuscii a fare fu attirarlo contro di me ancora di più e baciargli la fronte. Mark poteva aver pensato che io fossi innamorato di Isaac quattro settimane prima e forse lo ero. Ma in quel momento, io capii, seppi, con ogni fibra del mio essere, in quel preciso momento, che ero innamorato di Isaac Brannigan

When you lose someone you love, something in you changes. You can’t get the pieces to fit together again because the picture of you has been changed. They need to understand your pain and how it changed you before they can understand how the new you needs to be loved.

He would have been so happy. He should have been alive to see that, to celebrate it. They all should have lived long enough to see that. And to see gay politicians, out and proud. Or gay superhero movies, gay couples on primetime TV. He should have been alive to see that. That was stolen from him, from them all.

Ora hai intenzione di dirmi cosa ti piace di me?" Alla fine sorrise "Che non mi tratti in modo diverso. Che mi tratti come tutti gli altri. Non mi avvolgi nella bambagia, non mi fai concessioni, non cerchi di fare tutto per me. Certamente non me la fai passare liscia" continuò. Poi aggiunse piano "Tu non mi tratti come se fossi cieco" "Non è mai stato un problema per me" risposi "Non ti tratto in modo diverso, perché non sei diverso" Isaac sorrise "Ed è per questo che ti amo

I was nervous because I really wanted this to go well.

What about a Prince Albert?” Lola asked. My dick retracted into my body. “Jesus, no.

Lola, he played his piano for me last night.” “Is that a euphemism for something?

Man sagt ja, dass es heutzutage zu den aufrichtigsten Komplimenten gehört, wenn man bei einem Treffen sein Handy unbeachtet in der Tasche lässt.

I never get my ambitions mixed up with my capabilities.

Who knew fresh, cool air mixed with six or seven shots of liquor made wobbly boots even wobblier?

Resisting the urge to scream, I pulled at my hair, took another deep breath and counted to ten. First in English, then in Spanish. And then in French.

Wenn sich meine Eltern hin und wieder laut fragen, wann ich denn nun endlich erwachsen werde, ist das natürlich kritisch gemeint. Ich sehe ihre Kritik allerdings eher als Kompliment. Es

Inhale. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten. Exhale. Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, seis, siete, ocho, nueve, diez. Inhale. Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf, dix. Exhale.

Fifteen minutes later, cold-showered and somewhat clear-headed, I walked into the bar certain of two things. If I was going to stay in my very comfortable closet, I needed to avoid my new boxing trainer. And I needed a fucking drink.    

Sicherheit macht träge. Man bevorzugt die sichere Zufriedenheit, man lebt einen Kompromiss und bezeichnet das als vernünftig. Irgendwann stellt man fest, dass man so viele Kompromisse gemacht hat, dass das eigene Leben zu einem Kompromiss geworden ist.

He’s gay, he’s single, he owns his own business. He lives in a cute-as-hell cabin-type house. He’s sweet and funny, and Liv, I don’t think you understand. He even named his dog Chutney from Legally Blonde. And he has little shoes for her so she can walk in the snow.

Also nutzt eure Talente, verwirklicht eure Träume. Wagt etwas. Springt. Bevor ihr das Wort „eigentlich“ durch Worte wie „hätte“ und „wäre“ ersetzen müsst. Durch Worte, die verpasste Chancen umschreiben. Denn dann hat man sich arrangiert. Dann hat man wirklich aufgegeben. Endgültig.

That night you were looking for Travis, yellin’ his name,” he said, talking softly. “We heard you callin’ for him. Broke Ma’s heart every time you yelled his name.” He gave me a sad smile. “It got quieter the farther you went out, but it was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to listen to.

„I'm sorry about Hannah though,” he said. „She has no filter. She called me an ass.” I smiled, leaned over and kissed his cheek. „Don't apologize. I happen to really like ass.” Isaac's mouth fell open, as he blushed a deep scarlet, and I laughed. „Come on, on your feet. I'll wash, you dry.” He shook his head, disbelievingly. „I can't believe you just said that!” „What?” I scoffed. „That you're drying the dishes? Fair's fair, Isaac.” He blushed again and bit his lip. „That's not what I'm talking about, and you know it.” I put the dishes in the sink, laughing. „Yeah, I know. Next time, I'll ask Hannah to call you a dick, because I happen to really like that too.

name, room by room. Until he found him in the bathtub . . . Scarlett jumped up on his lap and began to purr. She nudged his chest and demanded a pat, like she somehow knew that he needed affection. He needed the universe to reach out and remind him that he was still breathing, and Scarlett meowed quietly, nudging him again, and August couldn’t help but smile.

They want you to be the old August or the guy we used to know, but you’re not that person anymore. When you lose someone you love, something in you changes. You can’t get the pieces to fit together again because the picture of you has been changed. They need to understand your pain and how it changed you before they can understand how the new you needs to be loved.

This is kind of insane, isn't it?" I asked. "I've only known you for a few days." "Five days. Six days if you include today." His blue eyes met mine, our foreheads still touching. "It's not insane. Insanity is a state of mind which prevents normal perception and/or behaviours." I chuckled at his clinical reply, but he pulled back so he could see my face properly and shrugged. "Jack, what I perceive of you, and how I've conducted myself in your company is with full mental cohesion." His cheeks stained with colour. "And Einstein would have you believe that insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results." He bit his lip and laughed at himself, I think. "But I don't want different results. I wouldn't change a thing.

Narzisstische Liebe ist die Sehnsucht nach einem wohlwollenden Spiegel, in dem man ein Bild sieht, das einem schmeichelt. Man sehnt sich nicht nach dem Anblick seiner Fehler, man sehnt sich nach Bestätigung. Man projiziert ein Bild auf den anderen und verliebt sich letztendlich in eine Illusion, die perfekt zu einem passt, die mit dem Menschen aber selbst nichts zu tun hat. Man

Now it was me who got teary. “I hope so. If not, he’ll just have to fall in love with me all over again.” I tried to smile, to laugh it off, but couldn’t manage it. Because what if he didn’t? “And if he doesn’t . . .  Well, I’ll do whatever he needs to be happy. Because that’s what you do when you love someone, right? You’d do anything to make them happy. Even if that means letting them go.

And then, simply to humiliate me, the professor, a woman with longwaxy hair and crude silver jewelry, asked me how much I’d paid for myshoes. They were black suede stiletto boots, and they’d cost almost fivehundred dollars, one of many purchases I’d made to mitigate the pain ofhaving lost my parents, or whatever it was I was feeling. I could rememberall of this, each sniveling, pouty face in that classroom. One idiot said I was“broken by the male gaze.

Aveam un prieten de studenţie, a cărui familie locuia la Schaffhausen. Vrând să-l vizitez odată de la Basel - era în 1896, după moartea tatălui meu -, mama mi-a spus : <> Asta am şi făcut, iar când am intrat în casă, am văzut pe scări o fată, de vreo paisprezece ani, cu codiţe. Am ştiut pe loc : Iat-o pe soţia mea! Am fost puternic zguduit; căci, deşi n-o văzusem decât un moment scurt, ştiusem imediat cu o certitudine absolută că urma să-mi devină soţie. Îmi mai amintesc şi astăzi exact că îndată după aceea i-am spus asta prietenului meu. Bineînţeles, n-a făcut decât să râdă de mine. I-am replicat : <> Când, şase ani mai târziu, am cerut-o în căsătorie pe Emma Rauschenbach, am fost şi eu mai întâi refuzat, la fel ca bunicul meu la vremea lui. Dar, spre deosebire de el, eu n-aveam nici cârciumă familiară în care să mă refugiez, nici chelneriţă atrăgătoare, nici nu eram profesor titular cu o sarcină clar conturată şi promiţătoare în faţa mea, ci un simplu medic secundar cu un viitor nebulos. De ce să fiu scutit de dezamăgiri în le meilleur des mondes possibles? - după cum a adăugat nr. 2. După câteva săptămâni, foaia s-a întors însă, şi <>-ul s-a transformat într-un <>, iar astfel personalitatea mea nr.1 s-a afirmat. A devenit, în ceea ce mă priveşte, un <> spus vieţii, iar nr. 2 a dispărut pentru unsprezece ani din mintea mea.

I feel like I landed in a Hallmark movie or something. Scenic mountains, small town, snowstorm, rescued by the handsome stranger who also happens to have the local hardware store.

Frazzled and trying not to cry— Yes, cry. A thirty-one-year-old man can cry; shove your toxic masculinity in your cakehole and stop judging me.

Are you a serial killer? I really hope you’re not a serial killer, though to be honest, I’d probably just roll with it at this point.

Quote Schitt’s Creek? Yes, he did. It’s how we communicate. It’s prettier than interpretive dance.

Hamish, just go with it. If it lasts a week or a year or if it’s forever, don’t waste happiness. Life’s too fucking short.

Fucking fuckity fucking fuuuuuck. “Now, this is not your bodyguard, is it?” she pressed.

I didn’t reply to that. “You know they do that, right? Write fanfiction stories about all kinds of shit. We read some once. It was weird, and kinda hot, kinda gross.

Be it mine or anyone else’s. No one’s entitled to more than we freely give.

interview.” Luke snorted. “I really miss seeing the fear in an interviewer’s eyes as they got themselves ripped a new asshole on a live broadcast.

I needed a better word than beautiful.

Cytat nr 1 Test

Financial status and popularity have no bearing on mental health. The richest person on the planet can have depression.

Kiss me, Roscoe. No almost-kiss, no teasing. Kiss me like you fucking mean it.

His motto was to burn down the institutions, to stand tall for those who had to kneel, and to speak for those who had been silenced.

signed up for this, and this level of fame won’t last forever. We should be grateful for

Abgang Nr. 1 ...sollten Sie warten, bis Sie selbst gerade etwas gesagt haben, was als Schlußpunkt dienten könnte. Dann lächeln Sie freundlich, strecken den Arm für einen abschließenden Händedruck aus und sagen: "Entschuldigen Sie mich bitte, es war nett, Sie zu treffen." Sie könnten noch hinzufügen: "Ich glaube, dort hinten steht mein Chef (Kunde, Partner, Mann etc.)." ... Wenn Sie sich einmal gelöst haben, sollten Sie sich sichtbar in einen anderen Teil des Raumes bewegen. Sie machen damit deutlich, dass Sie wirklich jemand anderen gesehen haben oder etwas Bestimmtes tun mußten und dass Sie Ihren bisherigen Gesprächspartner nicht einfach verlassen haben, weil Sie gelangweilt waren.

My heart remembers you.

I don't mind if boys love boys. If you're lucky enough to find someone to love, you hold onto them.

That wasn’t fate, me kissing you right now. That was my will, my decision.

„Is Brady okay?” „Brady's fine,” she said. „Isaac's not though. What the hell happened between you?” „What do you mean Isaac's not? Is he okay?” „Physically, he's fine,” she told me. „Well, he would be if he took his head out of his ass.

Captain, we’ve got a problem.”  A second crew pilot was driving along the floor of the Mediterranean Sea and reached around to shake the shoulder of Toby Warson, who was in his usual sleeping position behind the two pilot chairs, simultaneously sound asleep and not really resting at all.  Warson blinked, looked at the screens, and shuddered.  Every TV camera on the boat showed the NR‑1 was in the middle of a field of mines that had sunk to the bottom during World War II.  The sonar, for reasons unknown, had not warned the pilot of the danger, and now the boat was completely surrounded by the ominous spines of the black mines. “Jesus!  Don’t move!  Don’t do anything!”  Warson was wide awake, knowing that high explosives become

This series is dedicated to every Spencer out there: for those who have lost everything but still have hope, for those too afraid to love again but crave it all the same, for those who have been through hell yet are still strong enough to smile, and for those who wear their scars inked into their skin.

Unless you’re both wearing roleplay outfits. I’ll forgive you then. Especially if it’s Princess Leia and Han Solo.” I huffed indignantly then added, “Extra points if you’re Han.

The Kiowa was used to rescuing huge vessels like battleships and messaged her first question, “How much diesel fuel do you have?” “None,” came the answer from the NR‑1. “Well, how long can you keep your power on?” “Twenty years.

ROZPORZĄDZENIE RADY MINISTRÓW z dnia 12 kwietnia 2012 r. w sprawie Krajowych Ram Interoperacyjności, minimalnych wymagań dla rejestrów publicznych i wymiany informacji w postaci elektronicznej oraz minimalnych wymagań dla systemów teleinformatycznych1) Na podstawie art. 18 ustawy z dnia 17 lutego 2005 r. o informatyzacji działalności podmiotów realizujących zadania publiczne (Dz. U. Nr 64, poz. 565, z późn. zm.2)) zarządza się, co następuje:

Natürlich ist es schon aussagekräftig, was manche Menschen so als Höhepunkte ihres Lebens betrachten. Was ihren Freunden zeigen soll, dass ihr Leben in Bewegung ist, dass in ihrem Leben aufregende Dinge geschehen. Oft ist es das Essen, ganz ästhetisch von oben fotografiert, oder Fotos von Haustieren, und vor allem natürlich Selfies. Ein Drama der Mittelmäßigkeit. Offen

shut.

Despite her protestations, he resorted to what he knew to be the ultimate act of comfort and made a pot of tea.

Davo laughed. “You spewed upside down all the way up. Funniest shit I ever saw.

He stay.” He closed his eyes. “He can stay. Please.” Oh my God. “I’ll stay,” I whispered, running my hand down his arm and taking his hand. “I’ll stay right here.

doona was dark blue,

There was nothing more intoxicating than a man voicing his pleasure, and his deep moans electrified her body.

If sunshine was a person, it would be Tully Larson. Well, if sunshine with a side of unpredictable was a person.

Parents just want what they think is best for us. But that’s not who you are,

Because his smile was contagious, and the spark in his eyes did absurd things to my belly. And the logical part of my brain knew I was heading for trouble, but my heart didn’t seem to care.

So I apologised to Diane Keaton and watched Hugh Jackman in the movie Australia instead.

Driving in a different country, on the wrong side of the car, on the wrong side of the road, honestly couldn’t be too hard. People did it all the time.

Then something big and dark and remarkably bear-shaped tapped on my driver’s window and scared the ever-loving shite out of me so bad, I let out a high-pitched scream of terror, and I swear to God, I almost peed a little. Chapter Two Reynold Brooks “Are you sure?