Pft Quotes

He knows that after him everything will continue on much as before, except that there will be a minuscule absence, a barely detective gap in the so-called grand scheme, one unit fewer now. Or not even that, not even an empty space where he once was, for all will rush immediately to fill that vacuum. Pft. Gone. Recollections of him will remain in the minds of others for a while, but presently those others too will die and his few relics with them. And then all will be dark.

Szerelmes volt Léonba, s csak azért kereste a magányt, hogy kedvére gyönyörködhessen szerelmese képében. Léon személyes megjelenése zavarta ezt a kéjes ábrándozást.

um...he doesn't know your gone?" he said. Anna caught herself. "oh," she said. "is that a problem?" "pft! No. Of course not!" Lied Jack. "I think it's awesome. Otherwise you wouldn't be here with me, right?" "That's right," Sang Anna. Images of Mr. Shepherd ripping out Jack's lungs and gazing into his gaping chestwould flooded into his mind. "So!" Said Anna cheerily. "what do you want to do now?" Get you home before your dand tracks me down and kills me, thought Jack...

the heavy drinkers of today drink far more than the heavy drinkers of fifty years ago. “When you talk to students [today] about four drinks or five drinks, they just sort of go, ‘Pft, that’s just getting started,’” reports alcohol researcher Kim Fromme. She says the heavy binge-drinking category now routinely includes people who have had twenty drinks in a sitting. Blackouts, once rare, have become common.

You’re losing your edge Ellis. That’s the sappiest shit I’ve ever heard.” I say through my clogged throat. “Pft, baby I’ll never lose my edge. I’m Theodore fucking Ellis, but for you, I’m a total sap.

Well, I hope not everything. Shay has some racy books in her collection.” Cam pressed her lips together to keep from laughing. Blaine wanted nothing but to claim those lips and other parts of her. “She does not. And how would you know?” He lifted a brow, calling her bluff. “You borrowed some of them.” “Pft. Whatever.” She pulled out her Smartphone and opened an app then handed it to Max. “They’re not racy. They are bedtime stories for adults.” “Exactly.

Pft . . . pft . . . , the heart pattered.