David Russell > Quotes

“The hardest thing to learn in life is which bridge to cross and which to burn.”
― David Russell

“We live in a Newtonian world of Einsteinian physics ruled by Frankenstein logic. ”
― David Russell

“The present is a point just passed.”
― David Russell

“The hardest thing to learn in life is which bridge to cross and which to burn...♥”
― David Russell

“The hardest thing to learn in life is which bridge to cross and which bridge to burn”
― David Russell

“That brief encounter was one of my highest peaks of euphoria. It wiped off years of bitterness and misery, outdid the work of myriad arty films and steamy novels. I reply it endlessly—the replay fulfils and sustains me.”
― David Russell, An Ecstatic Rendezvous

“If it got any closer, I don’t know if I could ever let you go. The most beautiful can be the most hazardous, the most vicious.”
― David Russell, An Ecstatic Rendezvous

“You’re going to re-enact all your star idols’ peak moments when you desperately ached to be there in the middle of the action.”
― David Russell, An Ecstatic Rendezvous

“Yes, a meaningful casual encounter can really enrich life. It is one of life’s special punctuation marks. One should cherish these liaisons as much as any committed relationship they may counterpoint. If they are set against an austere, solitary canvas, their light shines ever brighter.”
― David Russell, An Ecstatic Rendezvous

“Still, isn’t it nice to be nice, to hold a breath? Isn’t it good to save up for it, and really relish it, just sometimes?”
― David Russell, An Ecstatic Rendezvous

“Come on, you shy blokes like me. You’ve all got your vain, narcissistic fantasies. Just once in a while, give them external tactile reference.”
― David Russell, An Ecstatic Rendezvous

“A sense of sin perfects all sensual contents”
― David Russell, An Ecstatic Rendezvous

“There was pure, ecstatic, fully-reciprocated lust, and that lust passion could be pure and beautiful—that she really wanted me, that I was the male body beautiful, her ultimate catch.”
― David Russell, An Ecstatic Rendezvous