Cerise! Come and kiss me, you red haired harpy, ” Izrayl bellowed. She smiled and moved to kiss his stubbly cheek. He held her tight and squeezed. “How goes it Old Dog, ” Cerise said fondly to her temporary captor.“ Still alive, ” he grinned salaciously at her. “And still young enough to learn some new tricks if you are the one doing the teaching.”“ Try it and I will neuter you, ” Cerise threatened and tugged on his braid. “You dogs, all you think of is hunting, fighting and fucking.”“ What else is there?” Izrayl growled in the back of his throat and raised an eyebrow at her suggestively. Amy Kuivalainen
I’ve been fighting to be who I am all my life. What’s the point of being who I am, if I can’t have the person who was worth all the fighting for?
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Stephanie Lennox
Fighting for peace is like screwing for virginity.
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George Carlin
Do not fight the thing in detail: turn from it. Look ONLY at your Lord. Sing. Read. Work.
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Amy Carmichael
The thing about learning how to fight is that– some of us are not born with that desire. They say some are born fighters; but they don't usually point out that others just aren't. Some of us are forced by life to take up arms...
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C. Joybell C.
Hugh and I have been together for so long that in order to arouse extraordinary passion, we need to engage in physical combat. Once, he hit me on the back of the head with a broken wineglass, and I fell to the floor pretending to...
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David Sedaris
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