Tractus Fynn Quotes

#1. Sure I do," countered Lila cheerfully. "There's Dull London, Kell London, Creepy London, and Dead London," she recited, ticking them off on her fingers. "See? I'm a fast learner.

V.E Schwab

#2. I am married but I've yet to meet my wife, and she is dead. Such is the life of a time-traveler ... complicated, that is.

M.K. Alexander

#3. Robotics has been around forever, and it's been the next big thing forever, and it is so exciting and compelling that it's easy to get carried away. People almost always do, and that's one of the things that has held back the industry.

Colin Angle

#4. No religion knows the truth. Only he or she who lives it knows.

Barry Long

#5. If you worry more for others' beliefs, then you will be their slave.

Laozi

#6. Poles must understand history but we must also overcome it if it is obstructing our contemporary goals.

Donald Tusk

#7. And, of course, it must be asked: is it proper to transact with the Turks for the most reassured of Greek possessions when Greece is under Turkish invasion and subjugation?

Melina Mercouri

#8. In Britain, by contrast, we still think that class plays a part in determining a person's life chances, so we're less inclined to celebrate success and less inclined to condemn failure. The upshot is that it's much easier to be a failure in Britain than it is in America.

Toby Young

#9. A man may be very industrious, and yet not spend his time well. There is no more fatal blunderer than he who consumes the greater part of life getting his living.

Henry David Thoreau

#10. I would use my tongue. First through those pretty knickers, and then when I had you soaking and thrashing round, I'd rip them off and spread your thighs wide and hold you open while I made a banquet of you.

Ruthie Knox

#11. Dahling, when God put teeth in your mouth, he ruined a perfectly good arsehole.

Neil Gaiman

#12. Sooner or later everything that exists ceases to exist, and then something comes along to take its place, but not always something better.

Dmitry Bakin

#13. A flock of butterflies riots in my stomach and steals my breath.

Stephenie Meyer