Build a house?" exclaimed John. "For the Wendy," said Curly. "For Wendy?" John said, aghast. "Why, she is only a girl!" "That," explained Curly, "is why we are her servants.
I know she’s rather plain, but every girl has a right to conceal that fact from people who haven’t seen her.
I only swing for one girl. But if she's into a certain kind of kink, who am I to deny her such pleasantries?"~ Luke Wagner
Just sayin' you got a hot nature, little girl. Quick to anger, quick to lust. Some people are just like that - hot-blooded.
No matter how close people get, they never reach each other. Including us now. Even now, there's a place where each of us is alone.
Love has something to do with recognition, We can be fascinated by the unknown, we can be attracted by it, but love is something that grows, slowly, in an atmosphere of trust.
I think I might have to place you under arrest for trespassing. But I always go easy on pretty girls who confess.
My body shook from pain, exhaustion, and the beginning of shock. I'd pay for all the powers I'd used, but the portal most of all. Good girls weren't supposed to open hell dimensions.
A young man who doesn't have the foresight to seek out the girl he wants to be with and actively pursue her, doesn't deserve her.
Why couldn't she have given him a sultry laugh as she'd seen women do in movies instead of giggling like some enchanted, mindless school girl?
I met a girl I wanted to date, but she was spoken for—by her mouth. That’s the kind of relationship I could never talk her out of.
Last night my girl and I were knocking boots, but it won’t happen tonight, because earlier today I went out and bought a doorbell.
I asked the girl at the coffee shop out on a date. Unfortunately she said no, probably because I asked her out to coffee.
Every girl needs a bit of whimsy to remind her that life is a game and it's all about having fun.
You broke my heart. I fell for you and you broke my heart. Period, done, end of story.
I felt bad for the girls in my school, who flocked to prom like it was the second coming of Christ, complete with double-rainbows and unicorns.
My idea of a fun night was diving into a massive pile of To Be Read pile of books stacked near my dresser... I was the girl who loved everything geeky.
The lovely Hazard girls', they used to call them. Huh. Lovely is as lovely does; if they looked like what they behave like, they'd frighten little children.
I felt tears prick my eyes as I looked down at the model again, looking at that girl and boy on the curb. Forever in that place, together.
Yet only the atrocities of the conquered are referred to as criminal acts; those of the conqueror are justified as necessary, heroic, and even worse, as the fulfillment of God's will.
Give it up, mister! No sex for you!" I yelled at the wall as my girls cackled maniacally. "Tons of sex for me, sister. None for you!" he yelled all too clearly through the wall.
