The highest prize in a world of men is the most beautiful woman available on your arm and living there in her heart loyal to you.
Really hairy backs on men turn me off. I'm not into the ape thing at all. Or beer bellies and flabby arms, either. Also, one random nose hair which is longer than the others... that's gross.
David Shayne: Suddenly I'm taking suggestions from some strong-arm man with an IQ of minus 50.
Ah, woman. She is an enigma. An anomaly of perfection & irony. She can lure angels into her arms & give birth to a nation of ideologies.
Attend me, hold me in your muscular flowering arms, protect me from throwing any part of myself away.
I just wish we knew a little less about his urethra and a little more about his arms sales to Iran.
What you're looking at there is my arm, going into the rock... and there it is - stuck. It's been without circulation for 24 hours. It's pretty well gone.
Mother's ways are higher than others, even when everyone rejects, mother accepts with her arms open and wide.
I wither slowly in thine arms; here at the quiet limit of the world, a white hair'd shadow roaming like a dream.
No sword Of wrath her right arm whirl'd, But one poor poet's scroll, and with his word She shook the world.
In China, I realized that if you visit often enough and learn the language, you will be assimilated, but you'll still be kept at arm's length; you'll always be looked on as a foreigner.
Because you rubbed my shoulder last night a poem traveled down my arm.
I loved going surfing down on Venice Beach. I'd go out with a board under my arm and think, 'I can't do that in Cranhill.'
Their heartbeats rushed through his body. His arms circled around her, just so he could keep himself from falling.
If I were an American, as I am an Englishman, while a foreign troop was landed in my country, I never would lay down my arms never never never!
This is my last resort suffocation no breathing don't give a f**k if I cut my arm bleeding this is my last resort...
I think it's absolutely fascinating that in Berlin the parliament can discuss actively the role of their soldiers in Afghanistan because is it still possible, literally, for a German soldier to take up arms.
Love isn't always a physical emotion. Sometimes it's the ones who never got to actually hold you in their arms that appreciate you for who you are
You rock a sobbing child without wondering if today's world is passing you by, because you know you hold tomorrow in your arms.
I slide my arm from under the sleeper's head and it is numb, full of swarming pins, on the tip of each, waiting to be counted, the fallen angels sit.
All these people who scream about Kashmir being an armed camp are in fact responsible for keeping it that way.
