Loosen Up Quotes

“Let’s loosen up some time and take a break to re-calibrate our life. We need no endless over-thinking, though. Let’s just connect the dots, set the scene, and steam ahead. ("On a casual day without a tie")”
― Erik Pevernagie

“If we cannot tame the valkyries of our emotions and restrain the burgeoning crankiness of our actions, we have to empower our mind, at some point, and let time flow on the waves of remission and compassion… and loosen up. ("Transcendental meditation")”
― Erik Pevernagie

“While we teeter on the tightrope between the present and the future, confronting the limits of our imagination, life may one day help us unsuspectedly unlock the secret door between urgent and substantial flows. If we have the knack of recognizing the discrepancy between pressure and loosening up, between hurry-scurry and meditation, we can create our own lane and avoid the pitfalls crowding our days. ("The unbearable heaviness of being" )”
― Erik Pevernagie

“He eyed her hungrily. "Now, eat your cake or whatever it is and try to be a good girl."
"It's German apple puff, for your information. Have you tried it? It's delicious. Here." She leaned slowly across the table and fed him a bite from her spoon.
He helped himself to a leisurely look at her décolletage as he opened his mouth and accepted. "Mm. That is good."
"Told you so." Her eyes twinkled as she leaned back in her chair in leisurely contentment.
"I thought you said a while ago you had no room left for the sweets."
"I'm pacing myself. Besides---" She took another dainty nibble off her dessert spoon. "There were no corsets in the trunk of goodies your servants brought me, so, you see, I'm wonderfully free to make a glutton of myself."
This little fact arrested his full attention. His stare homed in on her figure--- what he could see of it over the table. "You mean...?"
"Indeed, Your Grace. Tonight, I go au naturel." She laughed like she enjoyed teasing him and took another remorseless bite of German apple puff.
Rohan watched her with strange sensations of delight.
God, she was a maddening woman. An unpredictable blend of innocence and passion. Intelligent, mercurial. Her prickly side amused him, but he liked her even better like this, open and relaxed.
Uncorseted.
In her scintillating humor, she threw off light like the candle glow as it played over the cut-crystal facets of their wine goblets. In short, she enchanted him. Maybe she had inherited some of her ancestor Valerian's magic.
Rohan had a feeling he was doomed.
He could sense a most unforeseen bond growing between them and did not know what to make of it.
"Staring again, Your Grace?"
"I've just decided you are rather naughty. And I like it."
She shrugged. "You said we were celebrating. Anyway, it's your fault. If you wanted me to behave, you shouldn't have made me try so many wines."
"Why on earth would I want that?" he asked softly.
"Hm." She caught a bead of condensation running down the shaft of her narrow champagne flute on her fingertip and brought it to her lips.
Damn, but just watching her got him hard.”
― Gaelen Foley, My Dangerous Duke

“Hiding a stutter doesn't make it go away. Slowing down does the magic.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, Stamerenophobia