Prickling Feeling Quotes & Sayings

If people stopped having sex, the world would end in about a hundred years. Think about that shit. If money and power didn't exist, people would still be fucking. — A.D. Aliwat

When you are accompanied by the instrument - on an instrument like the lute-the lute and voice - you have this sound, and you feel how the music can be so touching and yet so simple. — Cecilia Bartoli

Librarians are like crack dealers when it comes to hooking small children. — Spider Robinson

Warmth flooded her body and she felt her skin flush, sweat prickling her hairline. Pain dissipated to nothing but a numb, hollow feeling. Some combination of drugs seeped into her, promoting pain relief and relaxation. She felt her taut muscles yielding, even as a network of filamentous webs encased her and tugged her lower into the gel. Her arms grew heavy and sank into the gel of their own volition. Or had they been pulled there? — Jennifer Foehner Wells

My face is melting. The goopy blob that was my forehead is slipping south, its molten heat softening everything in its path. — T.R. Burns

Here are the choices I don't want to make: between paying additional fuel costs and flying and steaming less; between paying additional fuel costs and building fewer ships and planes. — Ray Mabus

I want to touch you." he confides.

"I've always dreamed of your touch, your hands on me," I say, daydreaming after his sensual kiss.

"Your dreams are about to become reality."


"Is it working? — S. Donahue

The greatest art in life is to believe in Christ. That art is learned only in the Holy Spirit's school. — Christian Scriver

That prickling feeling when something's not right. That calm feeling when it is. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

It's important not to look like a tool in front of your posse. — Dick Pound

Curran was looking at her. Not in the same way he looked at me, but he was looking. An odd feeling flared in me, hot and angry, prickling my throat from the inside with hot sharp needles, and I realized it was jealousy. I guess there was a first time for everything. "Have you seen my father?" Lorelei asked. "How is he?" "I saw him last year," Curran said. "He's the same as always: tough and ornery." I came to stand next to him. Lorelei raised her eyebrows. Her eyes widened, and a sheen of pale green rolled over her irises. "You must be the human Consort." Yes, that's me, the human invalid. "My name is Kate." "Kate," she repeated, as if tasting the word. "It is an honor to meet you." Curran was smiling at her, that handsome hot smile that usually made my day better. Pushing Lorelei into the ocean wouldn't be diplomatic, even if I really wanted to do it. "Likewise. — Ilona Andrews