Innuendos Quotes

Solomon's Proverbs, I think, have omitted to say, that as the sore palate findeth grit, so an uneasy consciousness heareth innuendos. ~ George Eliot

Why do I have to earn it by being good? Don't you feel like bragging?"
"It's better when you beg," he said, his voice low. "It's always better when you beg. ~ Robyn Carr

Say, what's the question mark for? Sexual identity? ~ Dan Slott

Ever had Fighting Cock?"
"You talking about the bourbon or some sex position I haven't tried yet?" Paris asked. ~ Tiffany Reisz

I saw Hunter when I woke up. I saw Hunter as I ate a bowl of cereal. I saw him in human sexuality, where he seemed to be trying to break a record for most innuendos in one hour. I saw him at work where he assaulted my email. I saw him every night at dinner. I saw him go to and from the bathroom. I saw him at our stupid meditations, where were as pointless as socks with sandals.
I. Saw. Him. EVERYWHERE. ~ Chelsea M. Cameron

Hiya, Nashira,' he smiled.

'Hi, Jared,' I said, feeling my cheeks darken. I still wasn't used to him to make myself at ease in his company.

'I guess it's weird when I saw I had a feeling you'll be the one,' he said cheerfully. 'Welcome aboard. ~ Deepika Kumaaraguru

Anyone who has lived here for long enough has seen it all before: opposing sides of the political spectrum ferociously criticising each other, getting hot under the collar about this and that, bringing up all sorts of allegations and innuendos. Then just as it looks as if the argument is about to get physical, harmony breaks out. A dialogue is opened, an accord or a compromise is found. And suddenly, just as quickly as it came, all that fiery rhetoric subsides and everyone realizes it was all synthetic, put on for show when all along some deal was imminent anyway. It's as if every politician is merely an actor in a little theatre, and as soon as the curtain falls and the public can't see them any more they all slap each other on the back, tot up the takings and go out for an expensive meal. ~ Tobias Jones

The genius of cynicism is that it is a voice in your ear it does not usually hang around long enough to be interviewed. It is usually expressed in innuendos, passing remarks, moods, cartoons, hints, insinuations, unacknowledged assumptions, and jokes. ~ Dick Keyes

Many a small thing has been made large by the right kind of advertising. ~ Mark Twain

Did you want to change into something more comfortable?" Adrian asks with a raise in his eyebrows, breaking me out of my train of thought, but not away from naughty thoughts.

I smack his knee. "I'm comfortable, but I know you're not." He doesn't mind dressing up, but on most days I see him in casual clothes like screen-printed tees and hoodies.

"You're right," he says, tapping my knee lightly, standing up. As he walks toward the hallway, he slips his shirt off the rest of the way. I can't look away from the sight, even if it is only from the back. Damn. What is happening to me? Have I gone mad?

Before I can tear my eyes away from him, he turns around. Judging by the look in his eyes, I've been caught. I have so been caught. Damn again. I didn't want him to see me practically drooling. It's too late for that now.

He smirks. "You know, I could spend the rest of the night just like this." He places a hand to the hard muscles of his chest.

I clear my throat, trying really hard not to imagine my hand in place of his, and say, "If I'm wearing clothes, you're wearing clothes."

"So if I'm not wearing clothes..." I grab a coaster from the coffee table and fling it at him. He catches it in his hand. "Just remember, all you have to do is say otherwise. ~ Lilly Avalon

That much sexual tension makes me want to hump a phone pole, and that's just not attractive in a pregnant woman. ~ Amy Lane

I know people are tired of me not saying anything, but a guy doesn't have to answer to innuendos, ~ Bill Cosby

I was working with Toby Gad, who spent a lot of time in India. There's a sitar [in "Body Shop"] and the song has a very Indian flavor to it. I liked the idea of the body of a car as a kind of sexual metaphor - What you do to a car, what you do in a car - drive. So, lots of innuendos, and lots of fun. ~ Madonna Ciccone

As Jack began to climb the stairs, Fiona looked up at her new home. Five stories of stately mansion
rose above her head. Heavy molding around the large windows and doors bespoke a quality and
craftsmanship that was obvious even in the dim night. "Good God! It's massive!"
Jack paused with his foot on the last step. "I do wish you'd keep those comments until we are in bed,
love. I would appreciate them all the more there. ~ Karen Hawkins

Augustus: "You probably need some rest."
Me: "I'm okay."
Augustus: "Okay." (Pause.) "What are you thinking about?"
Me: "You."
Augustus: "What about me?"
Me: "'I do not know which to prefer, / The beauty of inflections / Or the beauty of innuendos, / The blackbird whistling / Or just after.'"
Augustus: "God, you are sexy."
Me: "We could go to your room."
Augustus: "I've heard worse ideas. ~ John Green

I'm trying to give up SEXUAL INNUENDOS. But it's hard . . . SO HARD! ~ Laura Kaye

What was it you called me? Hell's overlord who wields his lucky pen like it's… what was that last part?"

Enough! Elise's tolerance disappeared in a sulfurous cloud of smoke. "Hell's overlord who wields his lucky pen like it's his staff of masculinity," she ground out, then lowered her head and furiously pounded on the laptop's keyboard.

Luc laughed and the hairs at the nape of her neck prickled. "Staff of masculinity. How could I have forgotten that? You could have just said - "

Her cheeks burned red hot. "I made that up before I knew you liked to beat your lucky pen against the desk."

He turned in his seat and smiled the smile that never failed to raise her body temperature a hundred degrees. "And it was that particular phrase which made your habit of sucking on pen caps all the more bearable."

She glared at him and his smile widened. "Don't make me get up and come near your desk, Lucien Masters."

"Getting up and coming near my desk are the least of my worries," he replied in a husky, Southern rumble. ~ Elijana Kindel

Antonia: I meant to tell you, and then forgot: call a spade a spade, and say 'arse', 'prick', 'cunt', and 'fuck', otherwise the only people who'll understand you will be the scholars of the Capranica think tank - you and your 'rose in the ring', your 'obelisk in the arsenal' your 'leek in the garden', your 'bolt in the door', your 'key in the lock', your 'pestle in the mortar', your 'nightingale in the nest', your 'sapling in the ditch', your 'syringe in the flap-valve', your 'sword in the sheath'; and the same goes for 'the stake', 'the crozier', the parsnip', 'the little monkey', 'his thingummy', 'her thingummy', 'the apples', 'the leaves of the mass book', 'that thingy', 'the graceful whatyamacallit', 'that whatsit', 'that doings', 'that latest news', 'the handle', 'the dart', 'that carrot', 'the root' and all the other shit that comes out of your mouth, but there you go, pussyfooting around. Let your yes mean yes, your no, no, and otherwise, just shut it. ~ Pietro Aretino

Before I eat your bagel, we should be formally introduced, don't you think? ~ Alice Clayton