I choose solitude over cold kisses. If it isn’t love, it is poison.

Although it is pleasant to think about poison at any season, there is something special about Christmas, and I found myself grinning.

A black-haired bitch with man’s hands, widow Liza Van der Bruggenziltch-Finch makes all the important decisions. She is a power-hungry dominatrix. Orwell is her slave. (No one ever sees him.)

An unhappy woman with access to weed killer had to be watched carefully.

Every poison is not bitter but definitely they all kill.

Just like your body and lifestyle can be healthy or unhealthy, the same is true with your beliefs. Your beliefs can be your medicine or your poison.

It’s late and most of the clerks are at home in their beds, dreaming of swimming in pools filled with real money.

Only men with intelligence, confidence and absolutely no empathy at all can progress upstairs.

Power is poison. Its effect on Presidents had always been tragic.

True devotion and humility is when you carelessly allow yourself to fall in love with things you consider will make you look inferior, which in essence, makes you superior.

It’s quite simple, they poisoned it with smoke, chemicals and pollution from factories and cars, and power stations. Silly humans knew what they were doing, but carried on poisoning the planet anyway.

Heads swivel. Whispers erupt. As Kalist returns to his desk, bone cane by his side, he indulges, briefly, in horse practice, neighing lightly as he scrolls through a few mental images of busty secretary, Geiger,...

Salcombe Hardy groaned: “How long, O Lord, how long shall we have to listen to all this tripe about commercial arsenic? Murderers learn it now at their mother’s knee.

It’s like irresistible poison: I’m mesmerized by the way it’s making me feel though it has the potential to crush my soul and I drink it down anyway.

You’re nothing more than poison in my veins.

She fantasized sometimes too about killing him a little: a little poison in his pudding, a little flick-flick-flick with a fillet knife at his throat.

My love, do you recall the object which we saw,That fair, sweet, summer morn!At a turn in the path a foul carcassOn a gravel strewn bed,Its legs raised in the air, like a lustful woman,Burning...

Do I need to fire the little prat yet?” Liza Van der Bruggenziltch-Finch.

People can poison people; people can also promote people. People can push people up; people can also pull people down. Don’t just follow people cheerfully; follow people carefully!

You have poisoned me.

Poison is like the drowned; it always floats.

Without pride, man becomes a parasite – and there are already too many parasites.

Maxwell D. Kalist is a receiving teller at a city bank, Orwell and Finch, where he runs an efficient department of twenty two clerks and twelve junior clerks. He carries a leather-bound vade mecum everywhere...

There are people who are destined to taste only the poison in things, for whom any surprise is a painful surprise and any experience a new occasion for torture. if someone were to say to...

He wouldn’t call a glass of water half full or half empty; he’d assume it was poisoned and run away.

We must remember balance and moderation. Patience can be spiritually enriching and virtuous… but when taken in excess, it turns to procrastination, the poison of inaction.

Bride of Beimerstetten, bride of Beimerstetten, bride of Beimerstetten, naked bride of Beimerstetten,” and he imagines a procession of proud military men blowing trumpets as they stomp through a bomb-devastated town to the tune of...

Upendeleo na msamaha ni sumu na baraka ya usuluhishi miongoni mwa watu kwa mpangilio huo. Yaani, upendeleo ni sumu ya usuluhishi, msamaha ni baraka ya usuluhishi. Usuluhishi wenye msamaha, usiokuwa na upendeleo wowote, ni dawa...

Holding onto anger is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die.

Grumble weakens the spirit.Despair is counterproductive.Both are true toxicants in life.

When the great ship containing the hopes and aspirations of the world, when the great ship freighted with mankind goes down in the night of death, chaos and disaster, I am willing to go down...

There have always been mixed emotions about Howard Cosell: Some people hate him like poison, and other people just hate him regular.

Obelmäker is eating at his desk, a habit both Baumauer and Pissec find repulsive.

Craving for power, titles and promotion to high places is not a tool for carving impacts in the heart the world. High positions polluted by bad character are the poisons that dehydrate the world of...

At first the English were very surprised by our disregarding the Hague Convention. But from 1916 onward they used at least as much poison as we did.

I promise you nothing is as chaotic as it seems. Nothing is worth diminishing your health. Nothing is worth poisoning yourself into stress, anxiety, and fear.

To Kalist, Baumauer’s just a timber bridge in need of a good hot fire.

Each day of the week, Kalist indulges himself in a different, secret ritual. On Mondays, he wears cologne. On Tuesdays, he eats meat for lunch. On Wednesdays, he places a bet after work. On Thursdays,...

Death is a poison parsley on a dessert wine.

They are trying to take you back from me now, and they will—but only for a brief, little while—

Let go of the people who dull your shine, poison your spirit, and bring you drama. Cancel your subscription to their issues.

Baumauer wants a life in which he cannot be belittled, judged or controlled by worse men.

One man’s poison ivy is another man’s spinach.

As in a tree, there is more sap in an Arm of the tree, than in a little sprig; but the sprig hath the same sap for kind that the Arm of the tree hath,...

Sir, se lei fosse mio marito, io le avvelenerei il tè.-Madam, se lei fosse mia moglie, io lo berrei.”Dialogo tra Lady Astor e Winston Churchill

true apothecary thy drugs art quick

Live or die, but don’t poison everything.

I’m warning you because you’re young and vulnerable. He’s a dirty, lying, conniving piece of shit and he’s dangerous.” Gottfried Baumauer.

You’d be surprised what poison is often hidden in the most beautiful camouflage.

Well one tiny poisonous spider can kill a very large man if it bites him in the right place.