And now, as I'm lying alone in my own bed, I keep thinking about writhing against him last night, naked and vulnerable. Even after we'd both risen and fallen, peaked and plummeted, even after Marcus was physically shrinking from inside me, I couldn't stop clutching, crying, trying. Trying to pull him deeper, deeper, deeper within. Trying to make him more a part of me than I am myself.
He isn’t like us Low. You know that right. ” I knew what Cage was saying. Marcus was out of my league. He didn’t want me thinking there could ever be anything between me and his roommate. I was low class. Marcus was a rich kid. “I’m not stupid Cage.
There's an amazing line in Marcus Aurelius: "The healthy eye ought to see all visible things and not to say, I wish for green things; for this is the condition of a diseased eye. " Maybe green is your favorite color - but if you saw everything as green, that wouldn't be a blessing, it would be an eye disease. By the same token, if there was no heartbreak, and everything happened exactly as you want - it would be a less beautiful and meaningful story than the actual story, where you're a part of a huge complicated mysterious whole.
Where's Marcus, Destroyer of Lives, going to meet us?
I gave him a smile that I hoped was as dazzling as one of his. "I realized I'm in love. " Marcus, startled, looked around as though he expected to see my object d'amour in the car with us. "And you just realized this? Did you just have some sort of vision?" "Didn't need to," I said, thinking of Wolfe's ill-fated trip to the Orkneys. "It's always been right in front of me.
Long before many of us were even conscious of our own degradation, Marcus Garvey fought for African national and racial equality.
There is a reason you don’t know all the things I know. -Marcus Eaton
Steve Marcus was one of the greatest saxophonists in all of music. He truly was able to unite jazz with the popular music of the time.
I never stood a chance. He stole your heart first. " -Marcus Hardy
My thoughts create my world -Marcus Flutie
If you do not apologize to Lady Honoria,” Marcus said, his voice so mild as to be terrifying, “I will kill you. ” There was a collective gasp, and Daisy faked a swoon, sliding elegantly into Iris, who promptly stepped aside and let her hit the floor. “Oh, come now,” Mr. Grimston said. “Surely it won’t come to pistols at dawn. ” “I’m not talking about a duel,” Marcus said. “I mean I will kill you right here.
She mailed me a Merry Christmas-I'm-Breaking-Up-with-You card. I'll read it to you," he said. He cleared his throat. "Dear Marcus. Merry Christmas. I'm breaking up with you. Mia.
I thought Marcus was going to be in my life forever. Then I thought I was wrong. Now he’s back. But this time I know what’s certain: Marcus will be gone again, and back again and again and again because nothing is permanent. Especially people. Strangers become friends. Friends become lovers. Lovers become strangers. Strangers become friends once more, and over and over. Tomorrow, next week, fifty years from now, I know I’ll get another one-word postcard from Marcus, because this one doesn’t have a period signifying the end of the sentence. Or the end of anything at all.
I wanted everything to stay the same, but you wanted things to be better, it's just. . . going to be a whole lot worse for awhile first. And I think I knew that, and I was scared of it. " - Marcus
Quoting Stokely Carmichael (1941-1998) US civil rights leader We had no more courage than Harriet Tubman or Marcus Garvey had in their times. We just had a more vulnerable enemy.
Marcus Flutie slept with just about every girl on the Eastern Seaboard except me. Though, he tried to get into my panties when I was a freshman but turned him down because I refuse to disempower myself just for a few clit twitches.
You would do well to know, Marcus, that irritating a better swordsman than yourself is a good way to end up dead.
To keep your actions and your plans secret always has been a very good thing. . . Marcus Crassus said to one who asked him when he was going to move the army: 'Do you believe that you will be the only one not to hear the trumpet?
Written with passion, honesty, humor, and a stubborn, rebellious optimism, Dear Marcus is like nothing I've ever read. When a bullet in the back told Jerry McGill not to go on, Jerry went on-smiling.
I'm not going to mortgage the Eagles' future for Marcus Mariota.
