Quotes About Man

God. He was beautiful. A beautiful, troubled man forged by the fires of hell, ravaged by monsters.

Jesse, we can't do this." "Sure we can, honey. It's the perfect night for it. You're a woman, I'm a man. Those little twinkling things overhead are stars. I believe it's referred to as romance.

I'm not a violent man." Joshua, Jerico and Evan choked dramatically and began coughing. Remy snorted. "And if you believe that, Saria, I've got a sinkhole I can sell you for farmland." "You're not helping my cause," Drake complained. "Ignore them. I always do," Saria advised.

It won't work that way. You know me, Bree. You 'know' me. I might have misled things at the club. But I gave you the real man. I don't back away from a fight and I win.

She belongs to Steele. She's got a child. Steele's son, so that woman and that boy are ours.

Her ass was marked, but she didn't make a sound. After several minutes, he stopped and picked up the second tawse. "Okay, baby, we're at the main event. What are you being punished for, Seychelle?" "Because my man loves this shit and wants an excuse to use his fun little toys on me.

She had the faint taste of sass and sweet. Lethal and home. The combination was deadly to a man like him.

You're so beautiful, Dax. Your heart. Your soul. I don't think I could ever find a better man.

I'm not a good man, Ania, and you're a good woman. A man like me has to think long and hard before he decides to bring a woman like you into his world.

His strength was enormous, and so was the burning need to kill this man. He'd felt this way on more than one occasion. The drive was an actual need, like breathing, consuming him, almost taking him out of his body so that the rage was a separate entity.

You are a good man, Mikhail." She grinned impishly, her blue eyes teasing. "You just have too much power for your own good. But don't worry, I know this American girl. She's very disrespectful, and she'll take all that arrogant starch out of you.

The gate will swing open in welcome for the man who is destined to become the love of the eldest child's life.

Gregori is a great healer. I know you think he could be the vampire--it's there in your face when you look at him--but he would give his life for you, for me, for Mikhail. He's a great man. He could help you so much if you'd let him." "He's the scariest man I've ever met," Shea admitted. "If I had a child, a daughter, I would not want that man to be her husband.

He's the scariest man I've ever met," Shea admitted. "If I had a child, a daughter, I would not want that man to be her husband." "But then, you don't know that much about lifemates. If my daughter is his lifemate and chooses him--and it will be her choice, despite what my husband and Gregori think--she'd be the safest woman in the world. And once she learned to manage him, the happiest.

Fear sitters down her spine, yet excitement welled up like a fountain.He looked all man, a tough, scarred man at the edge of his control and knowing he was that way because of her--for her-- was exhilarating. She wanted him to look at her like that--all hungry leopard, a man craving--needing her body. HER body. HER skin. HER.

Fear skittered down her spine, yet excitement welled up like a fountain.He looked all man, a tough, scarred man at the edge of his control and knowing he was that way because of her--for her-- was exhilarating. She wanted him to look at her like that--all hungry leopard, a man craving--needing her body. HER body. HER skin. HER.

She needs to rest, Joshua. I will bring her to you later. That's all right, Aidan, Joshua said, man to man. She needs to be in bed more than I do. Aidan grinned at him and took her out of the room, heedless of her squirming. He is right, you know, he murmured against her neck. You do need to be in bed. My bed.

It was just her luck to be in the worst possible circumstances when she met the hottest man in the entire world.

The child is father to the man" is a Romantic riddle that turns worldly hierarchy on its head. It means that the child is in some sense the superior of the man; the child is wiser than the man. Ironically, the eventual broad acceptance of this truth did not so much liberate the Victorian bourgeois as it haunted them and gave them a bad conscience. They sensed that the poets were right.

The quality you most admire in a man? Courage moral and physical: 'anima'—the ability to think like a woman. Also a sense of the absurd. The quality you most admire in a woman? Courage moral and physical: "anima"—the ability to visualize the mind and need of a man. Also a sense of the absurd.

There still remain four irreducible objections to religious faith: that it wholly misrepresents the origins of man and the cosmos, that because of this original error it manages to combine the maximum of servility with the maximum of solipsism, that it is both the result and the cause of dangerous sexual repression, and that it is ultimately grounded on wish-thinking.

The basis of irreligious criticism is: Man makes religion, religion does not make man. In other words, religion is the self-consciousness and self-feeling of man who has either not yet found himself or has already lost himself again.

Religious ideas, supposedly private matters between man and god, are in practice always political ideas.

The Soul of Man Under Socialism, the most brilliant line of which says that it is capitalism that lays upon men "the sordid necessity of living for others." Robert Tressell's novel The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists (1914) is the only rival to The Jungle