Quotes About Eve

Ma tu pensa ad Adamo ed Eva come una specie di numero immaginario, come la radice quadrata di meno uno; non potrai mai vedere nessuna prova concreta della sua esistenza, ma se la includi nelle tue equazioni potrai calcolare tutta una serie di cose che in sua assenza non si potrebbero neppure concepire.

Wherefore he closed the door of the palace with awe, thinking as he did so that he should never set foot in it again. "Eve was right," he said to himself, as he went back under the stone arcading for some more money. "There is a difference between Paris prices and prices in L'Houmeau.

Don't come back in here," he told her, eyes narrowing. A warning. Or a threat? Eve turned away. "You smell like fucking candy . . ." She stilled. Now her heartbeat was the one racing too fast. "You make me . . ." His voice dropped, but she caught the ragged growl of "hungry.

All human history attests That happiness for man, - the hungry sinner! - Since Eve ate apples, much depends on dinner. ~Lord Byron, Don Juan, Canto XIII, stanza 99

The apple . . . came before Adam and Eve in the story of creation. It had to have been there at least three years because that's how long it takes for a new tree to bear fruit.

Imperialism is the eve of the social revolution of the proletariat. This has been confirmed since 1917 on a world-wide scale. N. Lenin July 6, 1920

for the subject of the verb to-hunger is never a name : dear Adam and Eve had different bottoms, but the neotene who marches upright and can subtract reveals a belly like the serpent's with the same vulnerable look. Jew, Gentile or pigmy, he must get his calories before he can consider her profile or his own, attack you or play chess, and take what there is however hard to get down : then surely those in whose creed God is edible may call a fine omelette a Christian deed.

The story had held us, round the fire, sufficiently breathless, but except the obvious remark that it was gruesome, as, on Christmas Eve in an old house, a strange tale should essentially be . . .

I'm a last-minute shopper. I end up at the mall or somewhere on Christmas Eve. It's a shame.

In the Garden of Eden Eve showed more courage than Adam.. when the serpent offered the forbidden fruit. She knew that there was something better than paradise.

Poor man! Is your curiosity so hot for what you've been denied? And you men put the blame on Eve and excuse Adam.

That's it? That's your big goodbye? Eve asked. Claire looked at Eve mystified. I think I need guy CliffNotes. Guys aren't deep enough to need CliffNotes. What were you waiting for, flowery poetry? Shane snorted. I hugged. I'm done.

As she turned to concentrate on the portal, Eve tugged on Claire's shirt. What? Ask him where he got the boots. You ask. Personally, Claire wanted the vampire bunny slippers.

When I want to be lectured on strategy, I'll consult someone who's actually won battles,' Amelie said. 'Not one who ran away from them.' 'Snap,' Eve said. 'You know what they're talking about?' Shane asked. 'Don't need to know to get that one. She smacked him so hard his momma felt it.

Anybody else think that was weird?' Shane asked as they got into the car. Eve sent him an exasperated glance; the three of them were, of course, in the backseat. Amelie had the front, with Michael. 'Ya think? In general, or in particular?' 'Weird that we got through the entire thing, and I didn't have to hit anybody.' There was a moment of silence. Michael said, as he started the car, 'You're right, Shane. That is strange.

Mornings are pure evil from the pits of hell, which is why I don't do them anymore. Eve

Silence, and then Eve said, Okay, that was extra creepy, with whipped creepy topping. And this is me, changing my mind.

See? he said, with an unholy amount of glee. I hardly broke any laws at all. I should drive more often. No. Trust me, you shouldn't, Eve said. Think of all the little old people and the children.

Bathroom, maybe? Which is where I need to go. Ooh, me, too, Eve said. The boys rolled their eyes, like they'd planned it. What? It's what girls do. Get over it.

You are the weirdest girl ever." "Please. You live with Eve.

Eve said, in a high, squeaky, airless voice, "The ghost! You're the ghost Miranda was talking about! Oh my God, Michael, you're the ghost! You bastard!" He nodded, still concentrating on breathing. Eve got control of her voice and squealed, "That is without a doubt the coolest damn thing I have ever seen in my entire life!

You have not been sticking your dirty fingers in my sauce,'' Eve said, and pointed her wooden spoon at him. He quickly took the finger out of his mouth. ''First off, they're not dirty. I licked them first.

Claire - Go ahead. And thanks. Oh, and be careful? Eve - Please. I am the queen of careful. Also, princess of punk fabulousness.

I Promise, Shane said. You'd better, jerkface, Eve said. How's the head? Taped. It's fine, chicks dig scars. Wait, did you just call me jerkface? Are we back in grade school? I love you, Eve said. He closed his moth, fast, because obviously that was not what he'd expected. I, uh, okay, love you too. Can we stop that? It's uncomfortable. Jerkface. Much better.