Play On Words Quotes

“To those waiting with bated breath for that favorite media catchphrase, the U-turn, I have only this to say, ‘You turn if you want; the lady’s not for turning.”
― Margaret Thatcher

“It is still cheating, even if nobody comes.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“Small people will find your flaw and make it huge; big people will find your flaw and block it out completely, by sitting next to you. Therefore, hang out with big people.:)”
― Shannon L. Alder

“... Being bedridden doesn’t agree with him at all.”

He certainly spent many hours abed being ridden.”
― eresse, Heartstrings

“Never in England were there so many gentlemen and so little gentleness.”
― C.J. Sansom, Tombland

“The C part is in here and it wants to play. Do you want to see it? Or are you going to pussy out on me again?"


This quote is taken from "As Easy As ABC", written in 2014, scheduled to be included in the as yet unpublished 3rd book of the Killing Time Legacy Series (expected c.2023).”
― P.J. MacNamara

“I hate people who say, “Good moaning,” instead of, “Good morning.” What kind of a wanker, are they? I’ll tell you. It’s their little joke, you see. They view it as a clever play on words, changing one letter to make a completely different word. Do you get it? By changing the ‘r’ in morning to an ‘a’ the whole meaning of the word changes. Do you see how witty they are? WANKEEERRRSS!!!!”
― Karl Wiggins, Calico Jack in your Garden

“What’re you doin’ up so early?”

“Says the rancher,” [Lainie] replied dryly.

“Funny. Maybe me ’n’ Kyle had plans for this morning.” [Hank] waggled his eyebrows.

“Maybe you and Kyle should’ve gotten up sooner.” She sipped her coffee. “The early cowboy gets to stick his worm in the cowgirl and all that.”
― Lorelei James, Corralled

“People ask me where I got my x-ray powers. I inherited them from my parents in parental supervision. Erase the dots and your doubts if you think that I was 'raysed' alone.”
― Ana Claudia Antunes, The Tao of Physical and Spiritual

“If you are having private thoughts and ask an intimate friend to listen to them in privacy or on a date will that be considered too intimi-dating? And if the thoughts are proved to be untrue, but your friend still insists on believing in them anyway, would that be considered a cons-piracy?”
― Ana Claudia Antunes, One Hundred One World Accounts in One Hundred One Word Count

“How to break this to him. How to let a thing be broken.”
― Garth Risk Hallberg, City on Fire

“Late to bed, late to rise, makes a person healthy, wealthy, and late.”
― Mommy Moo Moo

“I worried that what I had seen in the driver was something I'd seen in myself, that it took me to know me.”
― Catherine Lacey, Nobody Is Ever Missing

“In the middle of my wood, I found myself in a dark life.
The day was going toward the narrow place the blank.
No matter how many glasses of gin
it will get dark on this platform of earth.”
― Deborah Landau, The Last Usable Hour

“What did the weevils say?
‘We-evil!”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, Song of a Nature Lover

“I kid you not. My gast was flabbered the minute I set my foot across the threshold of that place.”
― A.C. Grayling

“Edge of the Sword (Poem)
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I have long sensed that you're an edge of a sword.
In halve you managed to pierce me with taps and words.
Today those words have turned into a session of stabbing.
You cut me deep with your point, my spine is flapping.

Who knew that you'd burn into an anatomy of a dagger?
To you both the blade and the pommel are the same in danger.
Even the peen block is equally harmful too.
And the guard and the grip form an army of tools.
 
So, I fall bleeding from your thrust;
Oh! With my body full of bruises and cuts.
But only the soil has an interest to lick these wounds
For my blood giveth commitment and feeds it life in full.

How can a battle of love turn into an unending war?
Bow, allow my wailing to cease your cause.
Why torture me whereas even fallen leaves nurture my sores
And the ground quenches its thirst through my peeled pores?

Woe to your love.
It touches my trauma with soiled gloves. ”
― Mitta Xinindlu

“As I dig my thumbs into that tender spot beneath her shoulder blades, she moans and drops her head forward, and without fully intending to, I lean in and start whispering in her ear. “Look at what a good girl you are, all warm and relaxed like this. You always moan when you get touched? Hm?”
She shakes her head and then, appearing to remember herself, says, “No. No, I never moan.”
“It’s a beautiful sound. Goddamn siren’s song.” I shift my hold and press in again, working out a knot she’s probably been sporting forever. “Shit. You’re tight. Right…” I press gently but firmly. “Here.”
Her whimpers are absolute music to my ears.
“Lean back,” I tell her. “I need to see your face.”
“Okay,” she manages as I nudge her head to rest against my shoulder. Her expression’s relaxed and easy until I push that magic knot again, sending her expression into that indescribable limbo between ecstasy and agony.
The kinkster’s sweet spot.
“You gorgeous little thing. Look at you, all blissed out.” I run my thumbs up, soaking in the way she shudders and grunts every time I hit something good or tight or too tense to handle. “I’m gonna work out every single one of these kinks, you got that?”
― Adriana Anders, Dom-Com