Spearing Quotes & Sayings

What ... are you doing?" She barely got the words out.
"Kissing you." Tom leaned forward again and held the bottom of her chin. He worked his lips over hers until she responded. A soft whimper escaped her throat and he kept at it. Biting, sucking and finally spearing her mouth with his tongue. This was a wet motherfucking kiss. — Penny Watson

Everything inside me wanted to throw a typical Maddox tantrum, but Abby needed me to man up for the moment. — Jamie McGuire

Because interrogations are intended to coerce confessions, interrogators feel themselves justified in using their coercive means. Consistency regarding the technique is not important; inducing anxiety and fear is the point. — Aldrich Ames

I believe in my privacy. I always have, and I always will. I don't think that my private life needs to be on display for me to get a better response at the box office or for me to get a better choice of movies. — Kajol

Judge thought Michaels was done, satisfied; but he was so wrong. That skillful tongue zeroed right back in on his hole, spearing and stabbing at it until it gave in and allowed him full access. Michaels spit, growled, bit, licked at his lower half like his body held sustenance. "Man you taste so fuckin' good. You taste so rich and powerful, you taste like you're mine." Oh — A.E. Via

I'm Teoish," Sarene said, successfully spearing something that looked like a
marinated piece of shrimp. "We're all this tall."
"Father's Teoish too, Kaise," Daorn said. "And you know how tall he is."
"But father's fat," Kaise pointed out. "Why aren't you fat too, Sarene? — Brandon Sanderson

Riding down the unhorsed Saxons and spearing and clubbing them and leaping from their mounts with knives and running about on the ground with a peculiar bandylegged trot like creatures driven to alien forms of locomotion and stripping the clothes from the dead and seizing them up by the hair and passing their blades about the skulls of the living and the dead alike and snatching aloft the bloody wigs and hacking and chopping at the naked bodies, ripping off limbs, heads, gutting the strange white torsos and holding up great handfuls of viscera, genitals, some of the savages so slathered up with gore they might have rolled in it like dogs and some who fell upon the dying and sodomized them with loud cries to their fellows. — Cormac McCarthy

You," she said, spearing Wayne in the chest with a finger. "I thought I told you not to come back." "I thought I ignored you. — Brandon Sanderson

High sticking, tripping, slashing, spearing, charging, hooking, fighting, unsportsmanlike conduct, interference, roughing ... everything else is just figure skating. — Scotty Bowman

What is this?" he went on now, spearing an unfortunate object on a fork and raising it to eye level. "This ... this ... thing?"
"A parsnip?" Jem suggested.
"A parsnip planted in Satan's own garden." said Will. He glanced about. "I don't suppose there's a dog I could feed it to."
"There don't seem to be any pets about," Jem - who loved all animals, even the inglorious and ill-tempered Church - observed.
"Probably all poisoned by parsnips," said Will. — Cassandra Clare

Jace buried his face in the pillow as Clint's tongue found its mark, licking, sucking, probing the tender skin before spearing and thrusting his tongue into Jace's hole, causing Jace to squirm and hump the bed. Clint — S.E. Jakes

I turned down Prince William's invitation for me to sing at his birthday bash because he was spearing animals in Africa and bringing publicity to it, and I thought that was pretty disgusting! — Pink

Because for the rest of my life," she said, dropping his eyes to gather her courage before lifting her chin and spearing him with her gaze, "I only want to be with you. — Katy Regnery

In 2006, the number of children in targeted school choice programs nationwide will reach six digits for the first time, representing a 40 percent increase in the number of children in targeted school choice programs and an even bigger increase in the amount of public funding. — Clint Bolick

The pleasant thing about fighting with the Spaniards, Mr Ellis,' said Jack, smiling at his great round eyes and solemn face, 'is not that they are shy, for they are not, but that they are never, never ready. — Patrick O'Brian

I was born on May 17, 1979, in Newark, New Jersey. — Joe Tex

Life is too short to waste on the admiration of one man. — Rose Scott

Her parents exchanged an odd glance. Her mother's lips curved. "Yes, I imagine that he possesses a rather large cannon," she said, spearing her
sausage with a fork. — Meljean Brook

"Mercy is not in favor in my heavens today," says Vashanka, unforgiving and combative, folding vast arms and spearing Harmony with lightning that crackles from his gaze. — Janet Morris

For one day as I leant over a gate that led into a field, the rhythm stopped: the rhymes and the hummings, the nonsense and the poetry. A space was cleared in my mind. I saw through the thick leaves of habit. Leaning over the gate I regretted so much litter, so much unaccomplishment and separation, for one cannot cross London to see a friend, life being so full of engagements; nor take a ship to India and see a naked man spearing a fish in blue water. I said life had been imperfect, an unfinished phrase. It had been impossible for me, taking snuff as I do from any bagman met in a train, to keep coherency - that sense of the generations, of women carrying red pitchers to the Nile, of the nightingale who sings among conquests and migrations. It had been too vast an undertaking, I said, and how can I go on lifting my foot perpetually to climb the stair? I addressed myself as one would speak to a companion with whom one is voyaging to the North Pole. — Virginia Woolf

Margaret . . ." The name was part groan, part growl. She was filled with a sweet, aching longing to bridge the lingering space between them. She leaned down and their lips met in a feather touch. Sparks thrilled her every nerve. He angled his head to deepen the kiss, pressing his mouth to hers, fervently, fiercely. Her head felt light, her pulse pounded. What was she doing? The heady, delicious kiss took her off guard. She had never expected such a passionate, forceful embrace from a man she had once thought timid. A man who doesn't know what he is doing, she reminded herself. Who is dreaming. She, on the other hand, knew very well what she was doing. She tried to pull away but, leaning over as she was, fell forward, her elbows spearing his chest. Crying out, she scrambled out of his hold and to her feet. — Julie Klassen

Isn't there the light of seven heavens in your heart alone, the way you'll be an angel's lamp to me from this out, and I abroad in the darkness, spearing salmons in the Owen, or the Carrowmore? — J.M. Synge

Sullivan, just pick it up." He glanced at me, spearing a chunk of hot dog with his fork. "My way is more genteel." I took another gigantic bite, and told him between chews, "Your way is more tight ass." "Your respect for me, Sentinel, is astounding." I grinned at him. "I'd respect you more if you took a bite of that dog. — Chloe Neill

. . . I am in my hermitage perhaps 70 to 80 percent of the time. I relish and enjoy time with others. I have been called "the sociable hermit." Ironically, lengthy solitude often invokes a verbal avalanche when I find myself with a dear and treasured friend, or at a rare social occasion. . . . Solitaries, I suppose, are not always introverts. — Barbara Erakko Taylor

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We have made a great effort to maintain all levels of Buddhist education; it has helped us have a kind of renaissance, really. — Dalai Lama

One capitalist always kills many. — Karl Marx

When all else fails ... be a rockstar — Billie Joe Armstrong