It is at a time like this, when crisis threatens the stomach, that the French display the most sympathetic side of their nature. Tell them stories of physical injury or financial ruin and they will either laugh or commiserate politely. But tell them ...
I steal one glance over my shoulder as soon as we are far from the foreboding luminance of the neon glow, and it is there that my stomach leaps into my throat. Squatting just shy of the light and partially concealed by the shade of an alley is a sini...
i will tell you, my daughter of your worth not your beauty everyday. (your beauty is a given. every being is born beautiful) knowing your worth can save your life. raising you on beauty alone, you will be starved. you will be raw. you will be weak. a...
The response in the office was predictable, though it wasn't Mac who cooed the loudest; it was her dad. "Who's a big fierce monster dog? Who's a bloodthirsty hound from Hell? It's you. Yes it is." Keith knelt to the floor and tickled the puppy's pudg...
Of course I've had a bunch of broken bones, sprains and I've had five or six concussions, with three serious ones. I also got a real heavy duty blood clot and internal bleeding from where I was shot in the stomach with a beanbag bullet that the polic...
[after exposing Slughorn's disguise] Albus Dumbledore: I must say, Horace, you make a very convincing armchair. Horace Slughorn: Oh, thank you. It's all in the upholstry. [pats his stomach] Horace Slughorn: I come about the stuffing naturally.
Ichabod Crane: Once more, the neck wound cauterized. The sword thrust to the stomach... the same. But, to what purpose? Dr. Thomas Lancaster: To what is your purpose is the question. [Dr. Lancaster inquisitively looks at one of Ichabod's operating to...
Charlie Prince: Morning, Pinkerton. Name's Charlie Prince. I expect you heard of me. [steps on Byron's hand] Byron McElroy: Well, I heard of a balled-up whore named Charlie Princess. That you, missy? [Charlie shoots Byron in the stomach] Charlie Prin...
Inside, my soul became so cold I hated everything. I even despised the sun, for I knew I would never be able to play in its warm presence. I cringed with hate whenever I heard other children laughing, as they played outside. My stomach coiled wheneve...
When you're dead, they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do die somebody has sense enough to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a goddam cemetery. People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach...
...men in fear and hunger destroy their stomachs in the fight to secure certain food, where men hungering for love destroy everything lovable about them.... In the world ruled by tigers with ulcers, rutted by strictured bulls, scavenged by blind jack...
For several days, I slept. Whether this was a necessary part of physical recovery, or a stubborn retreat from waking reality, I do not know, but I woke only reluctantly to take a little food, falling at once back into a stupor of oblivion, as though ...
Esca tossed the slender papyrus roll onto the cot, and set his own hands over Marcus's. "I have not served the Centurion because I was his slave," he said, dropping unconsciously into the speech of his own people. "I have served Marcus, and it was no...
Look down, your grace," said Skimmer. "Mhm, mhm." Vimes realized he could feel the faintest prick of a knife blade on his stomach. "Look down further," he said. Inigo looked down. He swallowed. Vimes had a knife, too. "You really no gentleman, then,"...
I'd developed an inability to demonstrate much negative emotion at all. It was another thing that made me seem like a dick - my stomach could be all oiled eels, and you would get nothing from my face and less from my words. It was a constant problem:...
The guilt fell upon him like a hammer to a nail. He dropped onto his bed, grabbing the picture frame that sat next to it. I’m sorry were the words that repeatedly came out of his mouth. All he could think was, how could he do that to her? To the wo...
Slowly, he lifts the flashlight. Her shorts are torn and frayed, her shirt ripped from chest to naval, exposing her black bra and dirty stomach. And then he raises the light so it reflects off her face, off the crimson tears streaming from the girl�...
If you were smart," Genghis said, "you would have borrowed the silverware of one of your friends." "We never thought of that," Klaus said. When one is forced to tell atrocious lies, one often feels a guilty flutter in one's stomach, and Klaus felt su...
Finished with the fries, I licked the salt off my finger as I lifted my gaze. Aiden's eyes flared silver, and something warm unfurled in my stomach. I put my other finger to my lips— Holy baby daimons everywhere, what the hell was I doing? I grabbe...
Emma dropped the paper. Her first impression was of a weak feeling in her stomach and in her knees; then of blind guilt, of unreality, of coldness, of fear; then she wished that it were already the next day. Immediately afterwards she realized that t...
I'm sorry I'm so pathetic," he thought, and then realized he had also said it. Beth laughed, so lightly and so kindly that Denis felt it in his chest, not his stomach. Can I tell you a secret?" Denis kept to himself. Beth leaned in, whispered: "All b...
