Abraded Skin Quotes & Sayings

I can't really fight. — Connor Jessup

Things are different here, sir," said Carrot. "It wasn't until ten years ago they replaced trial by ordeal here with trial by lawyer, and that was only because they found that lawyers were nastier. — Terry Pratchett

You are no one in my life," she said in a voice fraught with tension. "You cannot tell me what to - "
"Oh, I can," he bit out, his voice a gravelly purr that abraded her skin and sparked something inside her. His hand slid around her nape and hauled her closer. His pirate's eyes swallowed her up and forced all the air out from her lungs in one great rush. "I will."
She opened her mouth to protest, but his mouth covered hers. Claimed her. It was the only word for it. This was a taking. And she the taken. — Sophie Jordan

Organized shuffleboard has always filled me with dread. Everything about it suggests infirm senescence and death: it's a game played on the skin of a void, and the rasp of the sliding puck is the sound of that skin getting abraded away bit by bit. — David Foster Wallace

That's my Heaven. And my Hell. — Sylvain Reynard

Religion is the venereal disease of mankind. — Henry De Montherlant

You don't become satisfied because you have a golden spoon in your palm; you become satisfied when it begins to feed you ... Use it! — Israelmore Ayivor

I want to continue to grow. To me, the biggest sin of all sins, is to be given a gift, a talent, because it's actually a gift from God, to take that and not cultivate it and make it grow, that's the biggest sin in the world. — Michael Jackson

Barber!" "Adagio for Strings, — Anonymous

I am consciously surrendering conciousness. — Sarah Dunn

The paint has a skin to it, here taut and glossy, there wrinkled, abraded, scarred. It is pierced, abraded, scraped. A line drawn through it will go through half a dozen states, from the furry bloom of crusted charcoal to a blind furrow, cutting a channel in to soft paint below. — Andrew Forge

Do you know what you can do to an enemy but not to a friend? Stab her in the back. — Brent Weeks

But at the end of the white board, the edge, where you'll come down with your weight to make it send you off, there are two areas of darkness. Two flat shadows in the broad light. Two vague black ovals. The end of the board has two dirty spots. They are from all the poeple who've gone before you. Your feet as you stand here are tender and dented, hurt by the rough wet surface, and you see that the two dark sports are from people's skin. They are skin abraded from feet by the violence of the disappearance of people with real weight. More people than you could count without losing track. The weight and abrasion of their disappearance leaves little bits of soft tender feet behind, bits and shards and curls of skin that dirty and darken and tan as they lie tiny and smeared in the sun at the end of the board. They pile up and get smeared and mixed together. They darken in two circles. — David Foster Wallace

Mrs. Robinson is a little dated now, but it has nothing to do with Joe DiMaggio. — Paul Simon

We forget that what matters begins with the imagination. — Terry Brooks

The trick in life is to hang out until the miracles come. — Attica Locke