C. Gockel Quotes

Above him Amy huffs. "They're only mammary glands." Bohdi tries to focus on the lock, but what he saw moments before rises to the forefront of his mind. "That's like saying the Mona Lisa is only a painting." She crosses her arms over her chest, even though it's sadly well concealed by his vest. "You've just been culturally sensitized to find mammary glands sexually appealing.

Amy stops, and turns to him. "Are you Hindu?" Bohdi shrugs. "Who knows what I was? But cow is delicious." He grins.

Wow!" My whole body exploded with joy and excitement to see this magnificent sight. Overwhelmed by their presence, my stomach fluttered right along with them. Butterflies of every color, looking as if they were painted with patches of bold bright reds, oranges, blues, purples, and yellows, all intertwined, overlapping each other. As I continued to follow their path, I squinted at the brilliant sun in the cloudless sky. It blinded me for a split second, and then I saw that the butterflies were returning, circling around Michael and me - all of them dancing in the sky. Each knew its location and position with such precision, never colliding while reaching higher and higher to form a tunnel. Countless butterflies, circling around us, gave me chills as I could feel the air gently flowing from their wings. It was incredible to experience such beauty of color and grace so close within reach.

But life without love was like a rat that had been dead for a few days. You could eat it, but it wasn't as delicious.

It was like a crazy bowling alley. Huge glass balls rolled across the office flattening everything in their path. Tiny old men ran balanced on top of the spheres like circus acrobats, their silver gowns flowing behind them. Using their bare feet, they maneuvered the balls effortlessly in all directions. Like single entities, man and ball moved as one.

What? Do you expect me to ask every woman I meet, 'Excuse me are you a goddess, because you look like one to me?' Because frankly, that is cheesy. Even for me.

victims of terrible crimes were often sent there through the Lethe, the river of forgetfulness, to forget the heinous crimes that tortured them in life.

nothing better than letting a man hold you, having him make you feel safe and protected.

It's amazing, the impunity with which history gets rewritten.

To live in a realm wracked with chaos is to live with pain, anguishing memories, and trolls. But it is also means living with unicorns.

But the true inconvenience of love, Loki decides, is that even as passion wanes, love is still there.

The woman blinks at her, and then spitting in Amy's face she shrieks. "I will not fall victim to your wicked mind games, you retarded spawn of a yeti!

Today, valor and courage are hard to find. People are fickle, angry, resentful and selfish. It stops them from having courage and fighting for something larger than oneself.