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Quotes About Dank

Passion is the source of our finest moments… If we could live without passion, maybe we'd know some kind of peace… but we would be hollow… Empty rooms shuttered and dank. Without passion we'd be truly dead.
~ Joss Whedon
Yeet!" said Jack, shambling out of his room. "Walking is for Normies. It's a dank meme.
~ David Baddiel
If Trump claimed something was the most luxurious, it was likely a dank, low-end casino in Atlantic City.
~ Rick Wilson
When Myst had been in a Horde prison, the Forbearer rebels took the castle, and one of their generals had freed her to make love to her. Before the Valkyrie could rescue her, things had gotten out of hand in a dank cell.
~ Kresley Cole
the Dank Wilderness was so dank it would have been difficult to imagine anything danker
~ Andrzej Sapkowski
The Witcher had no work, for though the Dank Wilderness was so dank it would have been difficult to imagine anything danker, we did not encounter any monsters.
~ Andrzej Sapkowski
dank Moat-water smell.
~ Angie Sage
Time is like a well whose shaft goes down to death - to my death - to my perdition. The gulf of time: how I shudder to look down on time! My death is at its bottom and its dank breath mounts up and chills me.
~ Gabriel Marcel
she dreams dreams wrapped in unknown skins. sweat scented covers are tossed aside in her urgency. she dreams recklessly of reckless abandonment in a dark, dank world.
~ Scott C. Holstad
Delmar was almost fishlike in his dank lack of passion, and his ocean eyes were empty of expression. He came alive only in his element, or in the throes of a trance.
~ Storm Constantine
the dank night is sweeping down from the sky and the setting stars incline our heads to sleep.
~ Virgil
She should think about her own soul, what she was going to do with this funky tattered pond dank item. Dark and stained, a ruined thing.
~ Janet Fitch
Inside the girl's room it was dank and shabby.
~ Christa Faust
The place smelled of mildew and rot. What
~ David Baldacci
insalubrious, if not downright
~ M. William Phelps
But most often this was how she remembered it: gray and forbidding, with sharp-edged boulders covered by patches of snow and trees the color of lead against dank clouds that drifted like smoke through the mountains.
~ Unknown