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"Yes, I've fucked her! But I make love only to you..."
"Budi odvec lepa da se svidjas svakom,
Odvec gorda da bi zivela za druge."
"I have existed from the morning of the world and I shall exist until the last star falls from the night.
Although I have taken the form of Gaius Caligula, I am all men as I am no man and therefore I am... a God."
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
Your smell is incense burning
Your touch is silken yet
It reaches through my skin
And moving from within
It clutches at my breast
But it's only when I sleep
See you in my dreams
Got me spinning round and round
Turning upside-down
But I only hear you breathe...
And when I wake from slumber
Your shadow's disappeared
Your breath is just a sea mist
Surrounding my body
I'm workin' through the daytime
But when it's time to rest
I'm lying in my bed
Listening to my breath
Falling from the edge
But it's only when I sleep
I see you in my dreams...
"I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain."
And she said : "What are you thinking
What are you thinking about ?
What are you thinking, what are you thinking about ?
And he said:" the difference between thinking and talking
Is that talking is the expression of thought
And thought is the unexpressed idea
So if I wanted you to know, i would have said what i thought"
Six: As far as I'm concerned, you can have any woman you want. But always remember, I have your heart.
Baltar: Yes, of course you do.
Six: I can always rip it out of your chest if I have to.
"My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red, than her lips red:
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound:
I grant I never saw a goddess go,
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet by heaven, I think my love as rare,
As any she belied with false compare."