Scabs On Back Quotes & Sayings

I like to pick my own vegetables. — Shelley Duvall

You become like that, what you admire most. By admiring excellence and practicing, it can boost you to become excellent. — Mark LaMoure

Patience is underscored with forgiveness. — Sunday Adelaja

It was as bad as the summer that her mother had taken the training wheels off Coraline's bicycle;but then, back then, in with all the cuts and scrapes (her knees had scabs on top of scabs) she had had a feeling of achievement. She was learning something, doing something she had not known how to do. Now she felt nothing but cold loss. She had failed the ghost children. She had failed her parents. She had failed herself, failed everything. — Neil Gaiman

My coach knew there was only one way to develop (self esteem): You give children something they can't do, they work hard until they find they can do it, and you just keep repeating the process. — Randy Pausch

Tattered. Water or something more foul soaked both knees of the pants. But Thomas took all that in quickly. Most of his attention was drawn to the man's head. Thomas couldn't help but stare, mesmerized. It looked like hair had been ripped from his scalp, leaving bloody scabs in its place. His face was pallid and wet, with scars and sores everywhere. One eye was gone, a gummy red mass where it should have been. He also had no nose, and Thomas could actually see traces of the nasal passages in his skull underneath the terribly mangled skin. And his mouth. Lips drawn back in a snarl, gleaming white teeth exposed, clenched tightly together. His good eye glared, somehow vicious in the way it darted between Brenda and Thomas. Then the man said something in a wet and gurgly voice that made Thomas shiver. He spoke only a few words, but they were so absurd and out of place that it just made the whole thing that much more horrifying. Rose — James Dashner

Then the fight went out of control. It quivered their arms and legs and wrenched their faces into shapes of hatred, it urged them harder and deeper into each other's weakest points, showing them cunning ways around each other's strongholds and quick chances to switch tactics, feint, and strike again. In the space of a gasp for breath it sent their memories racing back over the years for old weapons to rip the scabs off old wounds; it went on and on. — Richard Yates

I think one reason, obviously, that I spend so much time in one place is that I've been lucky enough to travel a lot, and now there are other different, invisible trains that are more interesting to me. — Pico Iyer

12 All have turned aside; together they have become worthless; no one does good, not even one." 13 o "Their throat is p an open grave; they use their tongues to deceive." q "The venom of asps is under their lips." 14 r "Their mouth is full of curses and bitterness." 15 s "Their feet are swift to shed blood; 16 in their paths are ruin and misery, 17 and t the way of peace they have not known." 18 u "There is no fear of God before their eyes. — Anonymous

Death was everywhere, he was legion, and you couldn't escape his attention, but in some places he manifested in greater numbers than in others. — Dean Koontz

I had discarded pride, that useless burden of self-importance I had carried around like my portable vanity with its broken mirror. — Amy Tan

When I'm onstage, I'm more in the audience in my head than I am on the stage. — Nikki Sixx

So tell me why you don't know when you were born," Wilson said, abandoning Poe.
"Do you enjoy picking scabs?" I shot back.
"What? Why?"
"Because you keep picking mine, and it kind of hurts," I whined, hoping my pathetic pleas of "ouch" would end the questioning.
"Oh, well, then. Yes. I suppose I love picking scabs. Out with it. We've got at least three miles to go."
I sighed heavily, letting him know I didn't think it was any of his business. But I proceeded to tell him anyway. — Amy Harmon

Memory in the mind of man can adapt to the worst conditions.
I'll give you an example, an analogy of sorts: Each night I sop rags with beer and lay them out in careful strips. With rags soaked in beer I tease cockroaches from a crack in the baseboard. By morning they're good and drunk and I pop them into a baggy, then take them outside and throw the little buggers away. — Bob Thurber

I'm not sure we get to choose when or where we find what we're looking for. — Laura Dave