Scooted Closer Quotes & Sayings

It is the purpose for which we exist. This reckless caring. — Dean Koontz

Stories come in all different kinds." Hester scooted closer, clearly enjoying the subject at hand. "There's tales, which are light and fluffy. Good for a smile on a sad day. Then you got yarns, which are showy-yarns reveal more about the teller than the story. After that there's myths, which are stories made up by whole groups of people. And last of all, there's legends." She raised a mysterious eyebrow. "Legends are different from the rest on account no one knows where they start. Folks don't tell legends; they repeat them. Over and over again through history. — Jonathan Auxier

The time has come to put into practice the charity taught by the masters and priests of all times. The words said between the pigeons' cooing under the sacred porticos of all the temples should now turn into concrete reality. — Samael Aun Weor

We all scooted closer on our stools, like it was story-time in some morbid kindergarten. — Ransom Riggs

Why should I worry about the biological clock ticking? Saif is 10 years older. He should be worried. — Kareena Kapoor

When her gaze landed upon his lips, he scooted closer and brushed his mouth over hers. Fire ignited low in his belly and desire coursed through his veins. No doubt, his John Thomas was doing all the thinking; he knew he should listen to the head between his shoulders, the one telling him this was a mistake, but the one between his legs was more insistent. — D.A. Rhine

I love to cook when I have the time. I don't cook French or Mexican food with exact recipes. I just go to the supermarket and buy things that look good, and I mix it all together and invent something. Ninety-five percent of the time, I'm lucky. Sometimes not so lucky, and I say, 'Let's go out to dinner.' — Salma Hayek

Rowena Clark and I had met on the first day of our mixed media class. I'd sat down at her table and said, "Mind if I join you? Figure the best way to learn about art is to sit with a masterpiece." Maybe I was in love, but I was still Adrian Ivashkov.
Rowena had fixed me with a flat look. "Let's get one thing straight. I can see through crap a mile away, and I like girls, not guys, so if you can't handle me telling you what's what, then you'd better take your one-liners and hair gel somewhere else. I don't go to this school to put up with pretty boys like you. I'm here to face dubious employment options with a painting degree and then go get a Guinness after class."
I'd scooted my chair closer to the table. "You and I are going to get along just fine. — Richelle Mead

I don't actually think that ethics are derived from principles. At all." Patricia scooted a little closer again and touched his arm with a few cool fingertips. "I think that the most basic thing of ethics is being aware of how your actions affect others, and having an awareness of what they want and how they feel. And that's always going to depend on who you're dealing with. — Charlie Jane Anders

In the Christian combat, not the striker, as in the Olympic contests, but he who is struck, wins the crown. This is the law in the celestial theatre, where the Angels are the spectators. — Saint John Chrysostom

He turned his face my way, not having very far to lean in, and kissed me once, sweet and slow - a breeze off the ocean - almost like he was asking permission. He opened his eyes to look at me.
Permission granted, Lieutenant.
When we kissed again, it was totally different. He scooted closer, his warm hands on either side of my neck. The pressure of his fingers under my hair was solid and strong, yet always gentle. When his lips parted, I got dizzy, like he might positively absorb me. For a second I feared I might be swooning like those silly ladies in Jane Austen novels.
"That was rude of me to interrupt," he whispered, his lips on the corner of my mouth. "But I'm not about to make this decision easy for you."
How he managed to string together so many coherent words was beyond me; I couldn't even remember what day it was. His fingers combed through my hair, and I caught a flash of his green eyes as they flickered open. — Ophelia London

He turned away. "I don't want a lecture."
Fair enough. "What do you want?"
"Do you really want to know?"
Kat scooted a little closer but not enough to touch him. "Yes. I wouldn't ask if I didn't."
He stared straight ahead. "I want to forget. — Laurann Dohner

Yes, I'm hungry. Horny, too! The thought of feeding from you is a most delectable idea and it's playing havoc with my brain as well as other parts of my body.
He sat up and scooted closer to me ... — Tish Thawer

I still do standup. — Ray Romano

I usually submit a novel at a certain number of words, and when I've finished working with my editor, the novel is longer than when I submitted it. I need my editor to help me open up the story. — David Bergen

After making sure that the terrain would be undisputedly its own, the sun slowly and majestically emerged from its resting place and established absolute dominion in a matter of seconds, blissfully unaware that its conquest would not last for more than a day. Its swift triumph was marked by an explosion of radiance which overawed nature for a brief moment; therewith an orgy of birdsong, corrupted by sporadic and pretentious cocks' crowing, marked the beginning of another day. — Nabil Saleh

The mystery religions were instituted in order to protect the marvels of the commonplace from those who would devalue them. — Peter Redgrove

To me, my style is comfortable. — Theophilus London

And?" Lisa scooted closer to the table. "And what? He kissed you? You're having his love child? He wants to marry you and I get to live above the garage? — Rachel Van Dyken

I scooted around the house and looked in the window and was able to really see my family in a way that was, I guess, a lot clearer, because I had a lot less sensory input. I could look in through the window and see my family and feel closer to them than if I had been in the same room. — Dawn Prince-Hughes

In his memory there was a great tendency to downplay or completely forget their unlovable characteristics. [ ... ] The thoughts that came wanted to be wholly good. — Stephen King

Here, if nowhere else in the land, the sense of satiety is unknown; and it is to this mental tonic, even more than to the bracing air of the heights, that we owe the unwearied spirit which nerves us to walk more leagues upon the mountains than we could walk miles upon the plain. For in the lowlands we walk with the body only; in the highlands we walk with the mind — Henry Stephens Salt