Grimaced Look Quotes & Sayings

Al's voice was faint but resolute. "Stand up. Try to look sexy."
"In a bedsheet?" I complained, running my hands down it. "How can I look sexy in a bedsheet?" He cleared his throat, and I grimaced. "Never mind. — Kim Harrison

Tell me there's more to it than just adding water," he said.
I gave him a pointed look. "Nope. that's all there is to it."
he looked over his shoulder at the doorway that led to the living room, then back at me. "Matchmaking?"
I grimaced and nodded.
"You don't look thrilled."
"It's my love life, and everyone treats it like it's a community project. — Rachel Hawthorne

Of course I put a chain on him - he's recovering fast and he's quite muscular." He frowned on a thought. "You shouldn't be visiting him now that he can move about - he might grab you." She gave him an incredulous look. He grimaced. "I can find a suitable place for him, perhaps a room with a barred door - " "You mean a cage." "We've already discussed this: I'll not let a madman near you. — Elizabeth Hoyt

Did I at least look kick ass?" "In your baggy tee, grandma bathing suit and ripped shorts?" he grimaced. "Oh yeah. Totally kick ass. — Alessandra Torre

The true savage is a slave, and is always talking about what he must do; the true civilised man is a free man, and is always talking about what he may do. — Gilbert K. Chesterton

I also wanted to make a record that was about other things than romance, yeah, after two years on the road singing all the songs from the first album, I got kind of tired of that. — Duncan Sheik

He grimaced back, and for a moment it was a little easier to pretend we both believed there's be an "eventually" to look forward to. — Meagan Spooner

It's a fallacy, long rebuffed by science, that humans use only about 10% of their brainpower. But it is true about most summer movies. Pouring their wizardry into special effects and well-choreographed fights, warm-weather action films rarely challenge the viewer with grand notions or beautifully baffling imagery. — Richard Corliss

Shadow is an intelligent artist; it creates its works in places where there are already great beauties! — Mehmet Murat Ildan

He considered it his duty to keep up with everything of note that appeared in the intellectual world. She knew, too, that he was really interested in books dealing with politics, philosophy and theology, that art was utterly foreign to his nature; but in spite of this, or rather, in consequence of it, Aleksey Aleksandrovich never missed anything in the world of art, but made it his duty to read everything. — Leo Tolstoy

Hey, he's awesome. A little unstable, but awesome. We got along great." Adrian opened the door to the building we were seeking. "And he's a badass in his way too. I mean, any other guy who wore scarves like that? He'd be laughed out of this school. Not Abe. He'd beat someone almost as badly as you would. In fact ... " Adrian's voice turned nervous. I gave him a surprised look.
"In fact what?"
"Well ... Abe said he liked me. But he also made it clear what he'd do to me if I ever hurt you or did anything bad." Adrian grimaced. "In fact, he described what he'd do in very graphic detail. Then, just like that, he switched to some random, happy topic. I like the guy, but he's scary. — Richelle Mead

Frank, how did you do that?" Jason yelled.
Frank's head swam with pain. He forced himself not to pass out. "I'm the ranking Roman officer," he said. "They- uh, they don't recognize you. Sorry."
Jason grimaced, but he didn't look particularly surprised. "How can we help? — Rick Riordan

He looked at people as if they were things. A nervous young man across from him ... came to hate him for that look. The young man lit a cigarette from his, tried talking to him, and even jostled him, to let him feel that he was not a thing but a human being, but Vronsky went on looking at him as at a lampost, and the young man grimaced, feeling that he was losing his self-possession under the pressure of this non-recognition of himself as a human being ... — Leo Tolstoy

Terrorism is the intentional use of, or threat to use violence against civilians or against civilian targets, in order to attain political aims. — Boaz Ganor

It is true that women in Paris never put on make-up. It shocked me when I first got there - then I realised how much I liked it. — Olga Kurylenko

'We're doing it because he's trying to look like a respectable member of the family and not the fucking mafia,' Dex snapped. He grimaced at Ethan. 'Sorry, man, but seriously
this is some fuckin' suit.'
Ethan looked at himself and his spiffy shiny cuffs and sighed. 'I was going for grown-up,' he confessed.
Kane was the one who said it. 'Well, what you got was connected, but that's okay, right? Because, you know, better a hired killer than a porn star.' — Amy Lane

I stared blankly at Rhys for what felt like about three days.
"Me?" I finally sputtered.
He nodded.
"You're kidding, right?"
"Not kidding."
I laughed then, and it sounded slightly hysterical. "I'm not
going to marry you."
"I'm not asking you to."
"Good."
He eyed me. "And you can wipe that horrified look off your
face because it's obviously not true."
"Do I look horrified?"
"Yes, you do."
I grimaced. "Nothing personal, Rhys, but - "
He held up a hand. "Say nothing else. I shouldn't have even
mentioned it to you. I'll find another dragon to help me."
"Second opinions are really important," I said.
He just glowered at that.
We rode the rest of the way back to Erin Heights in silence.
Now I had even more information crowding my already full brain.
Maybe that Irena chick should go see a shrink, herself. She was
one crazy dragon lady. — Michelle Rowen

Kissi frowned ar him, then looked at me for explanation. I widened my eyes, grimaced: the look women give each other when they're embarrassed of the men they're with. — Gillian Flynn

Sailors on a becalmed sea, we sense the stirring of a breeze. — Carl Sagan

Heaven is right where you are standing, and that is the place to train. — Morihei Ueshiba

We have a fictional "I" that we try to love and protect. We spend most of our life playing this futile game. "What will happen? How will it go? Will I get something out of it?" I, I, I - it's a mind game of illusion, and we are lost in it. — Charlotte Joko Beck