Thumbed Through Quotes & Sayings

You're the one who never seems to be finished. Don't you ever get tired?"
"Not when I'm around you." He nuzzled my throat. "I'm sure that's a huge hardship for you."
I laughed as his hands wandered their way up my chest. "It totally is. I'm drained most of the time."
"I want to be drained," he growled as he thumbed my sensitive peaks through the jumpsuit. — Amanda Carlson

I was brought up a Catholic, so I suppose I have to believe in the goodness of human beings. I think we're not so bad after all. — Pauline Collins

The little room was filled with American records and a phonograph. Izzy would let me stay back there and listen to them. I listened to as many as I could, even thumbed through a lot of his antediluvian folk scrolls. The madly complicated modern world was something I took little interest in. It had no relevancy, no weight. I wasn't seduced by it. — Bob Dylan

Peoples once accustomed to masters are not in a condition to do without them. If they attempt to shake off the yoke, they still more estrange themselves from freedom, as, by mistaking for it an unbridled license to which it is diametrically opposed, they nearly always manage, by their revolutions, to hand themselves over to seducers, who only make their chains heavier than before. — Jean-Jacques Rousseau

In the summer, we create memories of hot adventures so that those memories can warm-up the deep frozen winter. — Debasish Mridha

Your son and your daughter needs an excellent father more than an excellent college. — Nick Vujicic

The truth is that I didn't start as a winner. When I was a kid, I was just another reject. I started at the bottom. I think all winners do. — Georges St-Pierre

He thumbed quickly through the ledger and said, "When people see a cripple walking down the street, leaning on his cane, what do they feel?" Wylan looked away. People always did when Kaz talked about his limp, as if he didn't know what he was or how the world saw him. "They feel pity. Now, what do they think when they see me coming?"
Wylan's mouth quirked up at the corner. "They think they'd better cross the street."
Kaz tossed the ledger back in the safe. "You're not weak because you can't read. You're weak because you're afraid of people seeing your weakness. You're letting shame decide who you are. — Leigh Bardugo

He went to the table and picked up a football magazine, opened it, thumbed through it, and was thumbing through it again when he said: "Scout, if there's ever anything that happens to you or something - you know - something you might not want to tell Atticus about - " "Huh?" "You know, if you get in trouble at school or anything - you just let me know. I'll take care of you." Jem sauntered from the livingroom, leaving Jean Louise wide-eyed and wondering if she were fully awake. — Harper Lee

An hour ago Cutwell had thumbed through the index of The Monster Fun Grimoire and had cautiously assembled a number of common household ingredients and put a match to them.
Funny thing about eyebrows, he mused. You never really noticed them until they'd gone. — Terry Pratchett

When you drop the ego, you drop a whole world that you have created around it. For the first time you are able to see things as they are - not as you would like them to be. And when you are capable of knowing the facts of life, you become capable of knowing the truth. The facility of life is the first step towards truth. And ego is the most falsifying agent. — Rajneesh

Years later he'd stood in the charred ruins of a library where blackened books lay in pools of water. Shelves tipped over. Some rage at the lies arranged in their thousands row on row. He picked up one of the books and thumbed through the heavy bloated pages. He'd not have thought the value of the smallest thing predicated on a world to come. It surprised him. That the space which these things occupied was itself an expectation. — Cormac McCarthy

Hey, Melissa-is there anything I should know about having this kid that isn't in the books I've been reading?
Sunlight streamed through the window, making the golden, hormone-induced mutton chops glisten upon my cheeks. As I waited for her answer, I thumbed through the glossy parenting magazines on her kitchen table.
A candle flickered by the sink, adding sweetness to the spit-up scented air that was gutting punched in the face by a diaper change ... — Kim Bongiorno