Viper Best Quotes

Yes, I want to kiss you, Jase Ballenger. Not for show or to make the best of it. I want to kiss you because I want you, every part of you, even the parts that infuriate me beyond telling, because you’ve infected me with a poison that I don’t want to flush out, because you’re a mad viper twisting around my middle, cutting off my breath, yet I want you more than I want to breathe. Yes, Jase, I want to kiss you, just because I do, but the one thing I cannot do is promise you any tomorrows.

He steps closer, and this time I don’t retreat. “I lied,” he croaks. “I will follow you always. I’ll hunt you across this world. Even if you hate me, us, for it. I will drag you back kicking and screaming. Hit me, slap me, fight me. I don’t care, the pain is worth it to have you with me, darling. I love you too much to let you go. I’m too fucking selfish to let the best thing to ever happen to us walk away. You’re ours.

I look at her, raise my eyebrow, and she just shrugs. “He was rude, plus that was one time…okay, maybe more than once, but honestly, people with dicks always think they know best and can act like they own you. I remind them that vaginas are stronger than dicks, as ours are inside and yours hang out…ready to be chopped off.

Rain watched as his five best warriors squeezed into the tiny parlor, picked their way through the jungle of wedding gifts as if tiptoeing through a nest of Drogan sand vipers, and settled down with stone-faced stoicism to proceed with the humiliating un-warrior-like task of opening presents.... Five lethal glances speared him. For the first time in a thousand years, Rain Tairen Soul threw back his head and laughed.

Yes, I want to kiss you, Jase Ballenger. Not for show or to make the best of it. I want to kiss you because I want you, every part of you, even the parts that infuriate me beyond telling, because you’ve infected me with a poison that I don’t want to flush out, because you’re a mad viper twisting around my middle, cutting off my breath, yet I want you more than I want to breathe. Yes, Jase, I want to kiss you, just because I do, but the one thing I cannot do is promise you any tomorrows.” [....] “Poison?” His mouth pulled in a smirk. “Here, let me infect you some more.

Yes, they can be cold, evil bastards, and this…this relationship didn’t start off in the best way. But what ever does in real life? They aren’t knights in shining armour, no, they are the villains in the dark, with brooding eyes and beast-like tendencies. I never needed a knight.

Yes, I want to kiss you, Jase Ballenger. Not for show or to make the best of it. I want to kiss you because I want you, every part of you, even the parts that infuriate me beyond telling, because you've infected me with a poison that I don't want to flush out, because you're a mad viper twisting around my middle, cutting off my breath, yet I want you more than I want to breathe.

I learned a lesson that lives with me always. Death comes for all of us, and until it does, we have to do our fucking best to live. To live our lives to the fullest, to never regret. To love so deeply it could fill an ocean, to not let fear stop you from being who you want to be. Because if you don’t, if you let fear win, regret will eat you up and it will be all you have at the end.

The snake's lack of peace on the outside was because of his own lack of peace on the inside…..Spurgeon goes on to equate this viper o people whose irritation is utterly unreasonable. They don't have peace on the inside, therefore it probably won't be possible for them to live with a consistency of peace on the outside.

Yes, I want to kiss you, Jase Ballenger. Not for show or to make the best of it. I want to kiss you because I want you, every part of you, even the parts that infuriate me beyond telling, because you’ve infected me with a poison that I don’t want to flush out, because you’re a mad viper twisting around my middle, cutting off my breath, yet I want you more than I want to breathe. Yes, Jase, I want to kiss you, just because I do, but the one thing I cannot do is promise you any tomorrows.

Yes, I want to kiss you, Jase Ballenger. Not for show or to make the best of it. I want to kiss you because I want you, every part of you, even the parts that infuriate me beyond telling, because you've infected me with a poison that I don't want to flush out, because you're a mad viper twisting around my middle, cutting off my breath, yet I want you more than I want to breathe. Yes, Jase, I want to kiss you, just because I do, but the one thing I cannot do is promise you any tomorrows. -Kazi

Who are they anyway? Some sort of male harem that follows you around?” “Exactly,” Diesel calls, before flinging himself down next to Roxxane and grinning. “Her harem.” “Brave man,” Tiny mutters. “Okay, who are we looking for?” “Brave how?” Diesel grins. “Well, last month I saw her almost cut someone’s dick off with a piece of a broken glass bottle he threw at her when she broke his heart. I’m just saying, you’re brave bastards.” Tiny laughs. I look at her, raise my eyebrow, and she just shrugs. “He was rude, plus that was one time…okay, maybe more than once, but honestly, people with dicks always think they know best and can act like they own you. I remind them that vaginas are stronger than dicks, as ours are inside and yours hang out…ready to be chopped off.

You had best be on your guard, my lady. Vipers are dangerous when stirred.

Weddings do women no good at all. They’re a viper’s pit of waste and despair. And nearly every aspect of them reverberates badly against the very people who love them the most: us. Our love for a wedding is a bad love. It does us no good..... It’s the best day of your life.’ Well. The snags here are obvious. Of course it’s not the best day of your life. A day that was really the best day of your life wouldn’t involve Uncle Wrong, Aunt Drip, and someone from your office you had to invite,... Surely, women, we would happily exchange one ‘special’ day for a life filled with more modest pleasures? Or perhaps we should just junk the whole idea of getting married in the first place. I’m generally against anything where you’re supposed to change your name. When else do you get named something else? On joining a nunnery, or becoming a porn star. As an ostensibly joyful celebration of love, that’s bad company. to be in.

Butch tilted his head all the way back and finished his soda. “Here. I am done with this. You can use it to ash in.” As the male set the empty red can between them, V had to smile. That was the thing with your best friend. They knew when you needed somewhere to tap your cigarette before you did.

As Apex trained his gun on the male who had given him the best blow job of his life about twelve hours before, he really wanted to shot the wolven. He was praying —praying— that the motherfucker would do something stupid. Which was saying something for an atheist.

I lied,” he croaks. “I will follow you always. I’ll hunt you across this world. Even if you hate me, us, for it. I will drag you back kicking and screaming. Hit me, slap me, fight me. I don’t care, the pain is worth it to have you with me, darling. I love you too much to let you go. I’m too fucking selfish to let the best thing to ever happen to us walk away. You’re ours.

Death comes for all of us, and until it does, we have to do our fucking best to live. To live our lives to the fullest, to never regret. To love so deeply it could fill an ocean, to not let fear stop you from being who you want to be. Because if you don’t, if you let fear win, regret will eat you up and it will be all you have at the end.

I did learn from the best, after all. I might be cruel and crazy, but Ryder… he knows exactly where to cut, where to hit, where to slice to inflict the most pain. I’m pretty sure he would have made a good doctor in another life, you know, if he wasn’t such a bloodthirsty bastard.

You’re the best bet I ever won, darling.

I might even get you something to keep you busy.” “Well, aren’t you just the best kidnappers ever?” I deadpan.

He sighs. “Then one day I’ll tell you as well, baby.” He looks at me, and the word ‘baby’ on his lips has me shifting to ignore the heat pulsing through me. This man is capable of such destruction, such evil. Yet I want him so much. I want him to destroy me in the best way.

I know it, I see it. They want me here, all apart from Garrett. Yeah, they’re criminals, but half the people I know are. Yes, they can be cold, evil bastards, and this… this relationship didn’t start off in the best way. But what ever does in real life? They aren’t knights in shining armour, no, they are the villains in the dark, with brooding eyes and beast-like tendencies. I never needed a knight. I needed a body to stand with me in the dark, and these snakes? They do.

I’m telling you this because I want you to know it doesn’t matter where you come from—from the dumps or skyscrapers—evil is still evil. We might have bled into marble floors, but we still bled, and if I could go back, I would do it all again. I would take every thrashing stoically.” “Why?” she queries, frowning. I look around. “To be here with my family. I paid a high price, but now it’s all worth it. I’m surrounded by the best brothers, even when I forget sometimes, lost in the numbers and business. I have everything I always wanted.” “Always?” he mumbles, and I regard her then. “Always,” I whisper, meaning her as well.

You’re cheating,” I mutter sleepily. “The nap worked, I’m healed,” Garrett declares. “Me too, all healed,” Kenzo agrees, kissing across my shoulder. “So fucking healed.” “Uh-uh, we could tear your stitches,” I protest. “Nurse, I require you to heal me.” Kenzo grins against my skin as Garrett caresses over my knickers. Shit. “Me too,” Garrett murmurs. “I’ve heard the best form of treatment is with orgasms.” “Healing,” I blurt. “Rest.” But they ignore me, the stupid wankers and their stupid, seductive penises. Peni? What’s the plural of penis? Oh, who the fuck cares. “Fuck it,” I mutter, and Kenzo breathes out a laugh. “Thank fuck.

She’s a hussy and is all like, yes, but they are hot. Bastards. I mean, yes, they are hot. Attractive would be an understatement, they all look like statues of Greek gods. Perfectly carved with abs that don’t come from sitting around all day. They work hard to be the best at everything, and that clearly includes being the best looking. It’s not fair and has my hormones all confused. I hate them, I do. I want to kill them… but also kinda want to screw them? Brilliant.

She is the best debt I ever collected, and the most important business deal.

She’s right. But she’s also the best thing to happen to us. She’s filled with such life, such capability for laughter and joy. She brings out the best in us and accepts the worst. Could I love her? And if I do… Can I really deny her? Could I bear for her to actually hate us in the future? Like my mother hated my father?

What did you tell her?” Garrett roars. “To play, why?” I query, looking at my blood-stained nails. He groans as if in pain. “D, she’s wearing chains as lingerie, I’m supposed to be on bed rest.” Laughing, I wink at their dad. “Then be on best rest… with her in the bed with you. Gotta go, bye!

Christ, Roxy,” he groans, licking and kissing my cheek. “How did I get so lucky?” “Sometimes you gotta steal a few girls before you meet the right one,” I tease. “Love, I steal things every fucking day, I’m a goddamn mobster, but you? You’re the best thing I ever stole, and I plan on showing you that for the rest of our lives, until you get bored with us and try to kill us.” “Try?” I taunt. “Bitch, please, we both know there would be no try.

It could kill her, loving me, having me, but wouldn’t that be the best declaration of love you could have?

Torture. This is him torturing me tonight for daring to leave him. They all are, but when it comes with some of the best orgasms of my life, how can I protest?

Damn, boy, don’t you know how to play? You gotta start soft, get them all warmed up for you. You don’t just slam your piece in hoping for the best. Who’s the newb? Do you bring him around like one of those women with chihuahuas in their purses?

The best pilots usually have the most unflattering nicknames. The pilots I know say they don't generally have much confidence in anyone with a call sign like Maverick or Viper. If you meet one named Outhouse or Dumpster Diver, however, it's a safe bet he's good to go.

It would take me years to understand this, but the understanding began in that church hallway, that a good person is a temporary and imaginary creature, as make-believe as unicorns and fire-breathing cows, because the best of us are often the worst, full of proud and viperous snakes, believing ourselves gods. The dragons did not just live in history and myth. They lived inside me.

That’s why dry shampoo is a girl’s best friend.

But they are still angry, angry that I almost left. I am too. The best way to solve that? Fuck it out.

I know whatever they’re planning will hurt. In the best fucking way.

Death comes for all of us, and until it does, we have to do our fucking best to live. To live our lives to the fullest, to never regret. To love so deeply it could fill an ocean, to not let fear stop you from being who you want to be.

I will follow you always. I’ll hunt you across this world. Even if you hate me, us, for it. I will drag you back kicking and screaming. Hit me, slap me, fight me. I don’t care, the pain is worth it to have you with me, darling. I love you too much to let you go. I’m too fucking selfish to let the best thing to ever happen to us walk away. You’re ours.

Marjorie Bowen was one of the many pseudonyms of the British writer Margaret Campbell, author of more than 150 published books. She wrote her first, The Viper of Milan (McClure, Phillips, 1906), when she was only sixteen years old. The novel went on to be a best seller, setting the stage for her to emerge as a literary celebrity. Remarkably, her talent for writing was largely self-taught.

Best to keep an eye on the viper in a barn full of mice.” Especially if you’re a mouse.

In fact, there was a pervasive view among some of the President’s most senior aides that there was something patriotic about undermining Trump’s most disruptive impulses. I know that many people reading this will say, “Thank God.” And if I give them the benefit of the doubt, it may have been a sincere effort to do what they thought was in the best interest of the country. But whether they were sincere or not, I found it cowardly. There’s nothing patriotic about being a part of “the resistance” inside the building. Imagine the arrogance of saying, “I know sixty-three million of my fellow Americans voted for this guy, but I’m going to sabotage him anyway because I know better.

dropping sick beats, video games, the Miami Dolphins, ketchup DISLIKES: cold weather, bananas, getting up early, spiders LITTLE-KNOWN FACT: Vic won his middle school spelling bee with the word “jararacussu.” That’s a kind of viper! Hmm…

It was okay not to be perfect, it was being the best possible person you could be that mattered.