Nr Quotes

I have a black belt in sarcasm, and my wit is like lightning.

His hand lay across my stomach as he slept soundly. I entwined my fingers with his and breathed through the warmth that seeped through my chest. Such a simple, sweet thing to do, yet holding hands in bed was incredibly intimate.

They should love you, just as you are. Parents should love their kids, right?" "You'd think so.

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

Some souls just understand each other upon meeting.

Sometimes the bravest thing you can do is let someone love you.

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

Becoming a member of the NR is not just about working smarter. It's about building a system to replace yourself.

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?

NR, Master of the backhanded compliment/putdown strikes again!

And without my consent, with my defences in ruins, while my brain was sleeping, my stupid heart went and fell headfirst into love.

I will write you into my forever.

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

She wants a warrior lover with strong hands wild eyes and a poet's heart.

I'll never be able to see you." I took his other hand, holding both his in mine. "You do see me. No one has ever seen me like you do." I lifted his hands to my face. "You know me, you see me, like no one else." "Not through these eyes." "No," I agreed quietly. "You see me with your heart.

Whenever you find yourself doubting how far you can go, just remember how far you have come. Remember everything you have faced, all the battles you have won, and all the fears you have overcome.

Because the heart is blind...

We do not choose who we love but rather our souls choose for us.

The New Rich ( NR) are those who abandon the deferred-life plan and create luxury lifestyles in the present using the currency of the New Rich: time and mobility.

I glanced back to Yanni to see him smiling at us. "You two can stop being so cute now." "Well, Spencer can," Andrew deadpanned. "I, unfortunately, am cute all the time." I laughed. "It's true. He is.

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

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.

I stared at her. “Is that another compliment? Because we’ve just been through that.” She walked to her desk. “You mispronounced thank you.

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

Souls tend to go back to who feels like home.

Still I would die tomorrow knowing I spend a handful of breathless moments with you than live a lifetime of ordinary breathing.

I kissed him softly and left my lips pressed to his for a few beats of my heart.

You’re so good with people. You say all the right things to make people feel better about themselves. You don’t do it to be patronising at all; you do it because you’re a good person.

You know what a sense of place is?” Cooper nodded. “It’s when the place you’re in feels like home. Where you’re at peace.” I nodded. “That’s exactly right.” Cooper looked around. “This place?” I shook my head. “No.” His voice kind of squeaked. “Me?” I nodded and grinned. “You’re my sense of place, Cooper.

But you were most beautiful when I saw all of you. Your scars and secrets.

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

I think he won a tiny piece of my heart that day. If he didn't have the whole damn thing before then, he certainly had part of it now.

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.

Legend has it there is always a reason why souls meet. Maybe they found each other for reasons that weren't so different after all. They were two souls searching and found a home lost in each other. When souls find comfort in one another separation is not possible. The reasons they are brought together are no accident. Maybe she needed someone to show her how to live and he needed someone to show him how to love.

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

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Do you have some tough-guy persona I haven’t seen yet?” “Absolutely,” he said brightly. “I have a black belt in sarcasm, and my wit is like lightning.

My soul and your soul are forever tangled.

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.

She was a quiet girl, a thoughtful girl. But you never knew what was going in that pretty little head of hers. Whether she was planning a tea party; or a plot to take over the world.

When you look at the stars, what do you see?” “Impossible possibilities.

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

Some souls just understand each other upon meeting." ~ N.R. Hart

Alec put his hands up. “Okay, stop.” The four vampires stared at him. “Horses? As in equine, My Little Pony, clippety-clop fucking horses?

I won’t change that much,” I replied. “Because believe me, when this pasta comes out, I’m gonna suck those carbs down like a blowjob.

You can never forget the ones that made you feel.

I was short on patience and long on not-in-the-fucking-mood.

Maybe she needed someone to show her how to live and he needed someone to show him how to love.

Well, all of us country club ex-wives need a lot of money,” she said. “Sex with the stable boys at the club isn’t cheap you know.” I almost choked. “Mom! You made me spit my beer.” My dearest mother hummed into the phone. “Maybe you wouldn’t be single, darling, if you learned to swallow properly.

All I could feel was the pulse of our heartbeats where we joined, throbbing and pounding through every fibre in my body. We rocked back and forth, always kissing. And on the cold, cold ground by the flickering warmth of the fire, we made love. The way he held me, the way he looked at me, it was the closest to heaven I’d ever get without dyin’.

So these Daleks conquer entire planets, right?" "Mm-hmm." He nodded against my chest. "But they can't even go up steps.

She loves deeply regardless of the love she gets back in return, and it is both her biggest strength, and her biggest weakness.

May the stars forever guide us, and may this lighthouse bring us home.

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

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

What has been promised, is debt.

„Jeez, Carlos,” Hannah said. „Why don't you work out like those two?” „Because I'm a married heterosexual man,” Carlos defended himself. „No one gives a shit what I look like.

She brings out the beauty in his broken soul.

You are soul food for my ravenous mind.

I think you're something wonderful.

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

I will love you hard enough to shed that armor you hold around your heart.

You can text me whenever.” His smile died. “Did you forget?” “What?” “That I can’t read.” “No, you can’t read well. But you can read.” I gave him a grin. “And I’ll go easy on you.

I can’t go back to yesterday because I was a different person then.

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.

Der Verfall des Schenkens spiegelt sich in der peinlichen Erfindung der Geschenkartikel, die bereits darauf angelegt sind, daß man nicht weiß, was man schenken soll, weil man es eigentlich gar nicht will. Diese Waren sind beziehungslos wie ihre Käufer.

«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»

The old lady I was sitting next to gaped at me. I shrugged, not even the slightest bit sorry. Okay, well maybe just a little sorry. But he smiled at me. Hennessy goddamned smiled right at me, like I was the reason for his happiness.

„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.

Trav just shook his head and grinned. “It’s my ring on your finger, Charlie. It’s our daughter asleep down the hall, and it’s me you beg for and my name you whisper.” He sighed, content and sleepy. His accent was always thicker when he was tired. “I know damn well who you belong to. And you do too.

No. Not a word. But sometimes you have to listen to the silences. When things aren’t said. That’s where the truth is.

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

But Trav, if he’s one grain of sand, then you’re the entire fucking desert.

Perché ti spingo via quando ho più bisogno di te?" chiese "Perché mi sopporti?" "Perché ti amo

Grazie, Josh. Ci vediamo domani" fu tutto ciò che Isaac disse. E così, quando avevo più bisogno di lui, scelse me.

Quindi era finita. Era andato avanti. Di già. Davvero non significava nulla per lui. Era davvero finita. Avevano dei piani. Lui è Joshua. Insieme

«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»

So, this Doctor Who guy travels to different galaxies in the TARDIS thing?" There was only silence on the line, so as always, I felt the need to fill it. "Because it's not very aerodynamic, and it doesn't seem like it's built to withstand the pressure of zero gravity

Did you take lessons in cynical?” “I did, yes. I was so good at it, I now teach ‘How to be a cynical jerk’ at the local community college. I can get you discount rates if you want. Just tell them I sent you.” “And sarcasm?” “Yep, I have my Masters in sarcasm. I can get you a two-for-one deal if you want.” Will laughed again. “You would seriously charge me to take one of your hypothetical classes?” “Hypothetical is an extra charge,” I told him, sitting down on a bench seat. “And anyway, I have to make a living somehow. I’d consider prostitution, but it’s against my moral standing to enjoy my work.

You’d better be thinking of me when you smile like that,” Cooper said, now standing beside me. I hadn’t heard him come into the kitchen. I bumped his hip with mine. “Of course I’m thinking about you.” “Then why aren’t you hard?” he asked, looking pointedly at my crotch. Before I could say anything, he said, “They have pills now, for old guys who can’t get hard.

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.   *

Mi colpì. Tutto era come doveva essere. La casa era in perfetto ordine, come se tutto fosse a posto nel suo mondo. Sembrava che a Isaac non importasse che avessimo rotto. Come se la nostra lite, il mio andarmene, non l'avesse colpito per niente

Some days it was bearable; some days it burned. Grief was like the great Southern Ocean; it moved in ebbs and flows, often turbulent and rough, or peaceful and settled, and even over time when I could navigate the waters, the tide never stopped.

I figured if I was tired enough, I wouldn’t miss Travis. Which kind of worked, until after the three o’clock fussing-wombat feed and I got back into bed and his side of the bed was cold. Or until I tripped over his laundry that he’d left on the bathroom floor. That he always left on the bathroom floor. Or until I sat at the table at breakfast time and his chair was too damn empty. There was no smartarse comments, no bursts of laughter. His blue eyes didn’t spark with humour and his sandy-blond hair didn't spike out just so. There was no foot-holding under the table.

They see my beat-up face and assume I’m some troublemaker. But I don’t do nothin’ wrong. I try, every day, to be a good person. To help out and take care of Pops, ya know? I don’t ask for nothin’. I don’t have anything and I don’t blame the world for that. I don’t think nobody owes me a goddamn thing. I’m just trying to get through each fucking day.

Ti rendi conto che ogni cosa che c'è nel nostro carrello ha un significato fallico, vero? Guardai il carrello. Banane, carote, zucchine, cetrioli, patate dolci "le fragole e i mango non lo sono" gli feci notare "No, ma il modo in cui tu li vuoi usare è alquanto... non-alimentare

We were destined to meet no matter the distance, we return to each other again and again. It's that once in a lifetime connection, the ones that make you feel more alive just sitting next to them; even the silence is comfortable because you feel more complete in their presence. I don't know what it is about him...only that when I look into his eyes I see a reflection of my soul staring back at me".

My father who got cages instead of compassion. My father whose whole story no one of us will ever know. What did it do to him, all those years locked away, all that time in chains, all those days upon days without human touch except touch meant to harm - hand behind your back, N****r. Get on the fucking wall, N****r! Lift your sac, N****r. Don't look at me like that or I will f*****g kill your Black ass. It would be easy to speculate about the impact of years of cocaine use on my father's heart, but I suspect that it will tell us less than if we could measure the cumulative effects of hatred, racism and indignity. What is the impact of years of strip searches, of being bent over, the years before that when you were a child and knew that no dream you had for yourself was taken seriously by anyone, that you were not someone who would be fully invested in by a nation that treated you as expendable?

È che lo voglio. Così tanto. Non posso farne a meno, Carter, indipendentemente da ciò che mi fa sembrare" Che cosa lo faceva sembrare? Impaurito. Perso. Speranzoso. Bramoso "Ti fa umano, Isaac" Posò la forchetta e spinse via il piatto. Abbassò le spalle "Un essere umano cieco" "Un essere umano perfetto

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

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.

Mi assopii, chiedendomi cosa potessero significare per Isaac gli avvenimenti di quel giorno, per la sua indipendenza, per la sua fiducia in se stesso. Egoisticamente, poi mi domandai che cosa significassero per me. Mi chiesi quanto lui mi avrebbe allontanato, quanto mi avrebbe fatto male con le sue parole, con la sua collera. Mi svegliai da solo

Devi smettere di fingere che io sia qualcosa che non sono. Sono cieco. Ci saranno sempre cose che non potrò fare. Ci saranno sempre cose che dovrai fare per me" "Non mi interessa" "A me sì!" Dichiarò "Ogni giorno. Mi dà fastidio, ogni giorno" "Ci siamo già passati, Isaac" dissi "Pensavo l'avessimo superato" "Non riuscirò mai a superarlo" continuò, scuotendo la testa

Despite my earlier concerns, I realised now I didn't care that his emotions were synthetic. I didn't care that he was programmed to suit me, to want me, to smile when he saw me. I didn't care that his love for me was binary coded, programmed. It was real to me. And in many ways, it was more real that anything I'd had with any human. Human love came with conditions and limits, with mess and noise, and was fleeting at best Shaun's love wasn't. It was forever and completely, unequivocally mine.

Erano due anelli d'argento. Non semplici anelli, ma anelli con puntini in rilievo su di essi. Braille. Avevano puntini in Braille disseminati sulla superficie. Ero abbastanza sicuro di quello che dicevano, ma mossi gentilmente il dito sul metallo e lessi le parole Ti amo Isaac si morse il labbro inferiore "Io, uh.. uhm" Lo bacia per farlo tacere "Isaac. È bellissimo" "Dice ti amo" "Lo so

Non lo hai mai soffocato, mai. Ha solo fatto il coglione perché sapeva che ti avrebbe fatto male dicendolo. Quindi starai solo ad aspettare fino a che sprofonderà nella merda e si renderà conto di aver sbagliato?" Annuii "È tutto quello che posso fare" "E intanto muori lentamente con il cuore spezzato, mentre lui si prende il suo tempo facendo l'Idiota testardo, fingendo di andare avanti con la sua vita quando invece è troppo testa di cazzo per ammettere di aver sbagliato?" Non risposi. Non dovevo.

Perché non vuoi che viva con te? Niente cazzate questa volta, Isaac. Voglio la verità" Il mio cuore quasi si fermò. Non ero sicuro di voler sentire la risposta, ma sembrava che i miei piedi non riuscissero a muoversi. La voce di Isaac era bassa "Non voglio che veda quanto sono cieco, quanto posso essere un peso. Se vivesse qui, vedrebbe quanto vado avanti a fatica" "Oh, Isaac" disse Hannah "State insieme da un anno! Ti conosce" Lui rispose così piano che quasi non lo sentii "Voglio essere normale per lui

Volevo che vedesse. Volevo vedesse come io e Isaac eravamo ogni giorno. Perché nella remota possibilità che quella cosa latente che non riuscivo a inquadrare in Joshua fosse che stava cercando di conquistare Isaac, allora avrebbe visto che io e Isaac stavamo insieme. Questo mi faceva sembrare possessivo? Probabilmente. Mi importava? No. Neanche un po'. Amavo Isaac. Lo amavo come non avevo mai amato nessun altro essere umano. E che io fossi dannato se un tipo come Joshua poteva semplicemente arrivare e portarmelo via.

Just at this point of my progress, Mr. Auld found out what was going on, and at once forbade Mrs. Auld to instruct me further, telling her, among other things, that it was unlawful, as well as unsafe, to teach a slave to read. To use his own words, further, he said, "If you give a [n****r] an inch, he will take an ell. A [n****r] should know nothing but to obey his master--to do as he is told to do. Learning would spoil the best [n****r] in the world. Now," said he, "if you teach that [n****r] (speaking of myself) how to read, there would be no keeping him. It would forever unfit him to be a slave. He would at once become unmanageable, and of no value to his master. As to himself, it could do him no good, but a great deal of harm. It would make him discontented and unhappy.

Odio dovermi difendere come se fossi un cittadino di seconda categoria, come se le mie opinioni non contassero perché sono un cazzi di cieco. Sono un essere umano, cazzo, con dei diritti come tutti gli altri" strinsi la presa su di lui "Sei un incredibile essere umano Isaac. Non lasciare che gli stronzi ti buttino giù. Non ti conoscono come ti conosco io" Si mise a sedere, con fare improvvisamente nervoso. Si agitò sulla sedia e si voltò verso di me "Voglio vedere, Carter" Sbattei le palpebre, sorpreso. Non era ciò che aveva detto che mi aveva sorpreso, ma il modo in cui l'aveva detto "Lo so

Carter" disse Isaac brusco, facendomi guardare di nuovo verso di lui "Non sono perfetto e, anche se tu sembri pensare che io lo sia, posso dirti che non lo sono. Ma sono tuo, con tutto ciò che io sono" Fece un respiro tremante "Voglio passare la mia vita con te e speravo che lo volessi anche tu. Ho bisogno che tu mi dica quando sono antipatico, anche quando saremo vecchi e con i capelli bianchi. Lo farai? Per sempre Carter? Vuoi essere mio marito?" A quel punto, Hannah squittì è il viso di Isaac si voltò verso il suono quando si rese conto che avevamo un pubblico. Caddi in ginocchio, così da essere alla sua altezza, e gli presi il viso tra le mani, girando il suo volto di nuovo verso il mio "Si" sussurrai contro le sue labbra, prima di seppellire il viso del suo collo "Mille volte, sì