Author of quotes: Victoria ROA. Page 3
They say that pain is a sort of drug. Get used to it, as bodily pleasure, and once you start, it will not be able to live without the rude slap on the ass, without passion, to the blue passionately kiss in the neck. In this pain is your gusto, zest. The carrot and the stick, you start to put on the scales as the most terrible punishment that the whip will hit sensitive skin, and as the sweetest reward in the form of the carrot that you hate with all your heart that scarred a completely different pain.
Emotional pain is similar to a tart whiskey. It is impossible to drink pure, being burned to the ground, but when a rough hand strongly compresses the cheeks and pouring into his mouth these same whiskey, then you drink it mixing in with tears, and then it turns out the mixed pain. You can either stand it, or swallow it and move on, but unable to stifle it by self-strangulation, but only despair and suicide your greatest taboo that you can't break. This is your punishment. The pain is your punishment, and promotion as the main reward to which you aspire, forgetting to count the minutes, seconds before the explosion.
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MegaMozg 18-07-2019 / 08:56
Henry III knew that war was inevitable. He could afford to be a good brother that loved his sweet sister, as a woman in relationship as a man in whose veins flows the blood of their Queen-mother, but he had to close his eyes as the exact second he remembered the way Margo when she rightfully was His. His woman, giving a velvet touch to the skin of the thighs. His woman, listening to every frustration, every anxiety, every anxiety, and ready pressed against his chest, just to calm the excited, male character. And now, he, swallowing jealousy, and allows her husband to have so many favorites that count he wouldn't have enough fingers. But what is a king? Jealous when I want to be in place of the Gascon? To be her shadow when I wish to be her man? Henry III hated myself, the love that feels for the sister and the nature of her husband that would be faithful, loyal man, who will kiss the hands of your Queen, but instead, ungrateful Gascon chose the path of a traitor with the most dubious reputation among the family, but with a reputation for luxurious lover among the women at court. That Henry III was hated even more.
Quote Explanation: Henry III of love to her sister Margot.
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MegaMozg 16-05-2019 / 21:02
Soul to be with Henry, but why is her body not with him? These dreams, he sees Margot in the minutes so long with the de Bussy, these moans in his sleep and the whisper of love that wants to say to him in moments of passion tel.
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MegaMozg 16-05-2019 / 20:11
In those eyes she saw their happiness, their life, their destiny, their own sense, which has. If this moment could last a little longer than infinity, it would all have given their lives to hold hands, count to belong only to him to be the one who kisses the hands of paying homage to her one true love.
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MegaMozg 16-05-2019 / 20:10
While ladies without shame, seducing the king of France, his wife that would love her man with all my heart, gently holding the hands of someone who can replace in the bed of one of his...home...close.
Quote Explanation: Cheating Queen Margot with count Debussy
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MegaMozg 16-05-2019 / 20:09
It is full of the innocent tenderness before him, that becomes obscene to watch one kiss of these two men. In her eyes he saw his own reflection. Own face like a real...perfect. From every smile her cheeks became hot, and the body went down grit piercing the senses that provoked a storm of timid ants.
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MegaMozg 16-05-2019 / 20:07
The Comte de Bussy for his fingers over her delicate chin, and shyly hiding her white face, she seemed a timid bird that doesn't trust and is afraid of coarseness, but is the man affectionately Pat the rosy cheeks like all the barrier of shyness collapses on the spot.
Quote Explanation: The Comte De Bussy in a personal meeting with the Queen Margot
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MegaMozg 16-05-2019 / 20:06
I did not expect that his absence will accept my soul so bad. It's not because now I have to spend one night, just a man that gives so much pleasure suddenly leaves you, kick him where it hurts that only you have.
Quote Explanation: Queen Margot of longing for the Comte De Bussy.
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MegaMozg 16-05-2019 / 20:05
My husband, my king, my husband... he closes his eyes on a daily clashes with the count, and only nods approvingly at the sight of de Bussy and I my heart bleeds from his indifference.
Quote Explanation: Queen Margot the indifference of her husband Henri of Navarre
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MegaMozg 16-05-2019 / 20:04
I must be going crazy, if let him those soft, which usually means a husband, but only in the hands of this man, my Comte de Bussy, I feel like in the hands of the Prince of peace of all, his kisses, the tongues of fire of hell.
Quote Explanation: Queen Margot about the affair with the count De Bussy.
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MegaMozg 16-05-2019 / 20:02
.. I'm not gonna teach you to fight, because you're a man. I'm not going to convince you that you're a winner, because there is always someone who is stronger than you. I'm not going to tell you that if you're stronger than me, that is power. I have to show you the way of war, which will forever remain in your heart as the honor code. You need to find out what death is and how to accept it. I'll teach you not to fear it.
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MegaMozg 17-04-2019 / 15:08
... my goal is to help you become one with yourself. Connect the spirit, body and thoughts, not to tell you that you're good and pull the cheeks.
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MegaMozg 17-04-2019 / 15:07
It is the happiness that was taken away, broken and brutally killed.
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MegaMozg 17-04-2019 / 15:06
Only photos allowed me to learn how to look like woman, whose hands I must kiss. In each situation, when I want to scream "Mom", I feel her stroking my hair soothingly. At such moments, behind always have a chill. So while mom gently pressed her cheek, the father holds tightly to the shoulder, giving support. I never knew what a full family, but dad always instilled in me respect for the deceased mother, even though I was tied to it. Always. To this day, on my Desk is the only photo where we are all together. Sounds cheesy, but it does so. In the photograph father gently embracing my mother, bending his face to her temple, and hands hugging me in her belly.
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MegaMozg 17-04-2019 / 15:05
She liked this feeling of awe and tenderness in their relationship, and the more pleasant it was to kiss his delicious lips. The passion he gave her, she took with all the privileges. The love that he fed her, she drank to the bottom. The tenderness which he had rewarded her velvet thighs, she absorbed like a sponge, but unfortunately, I forgot to give reciprocity for their loyalty. Did she ashamed of his levity and petulance? Slightly. After all, men need the test, so let it become his primary challenge of a lifetime. Let them prove their love.
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MegaMozg 17-04-2019 / 15:04
