Saws Quotes - Page 10

• As I got older, I discovered that nothing within me cried out for a baby. My womb did not seem to have come equipped with that famously ticking clock. Unlike so many of my friends, I did not ache with longing whenever I saw an infant. (Though I did ache with longing, it is true, whenever I saw a good used-book shop)

  Elizabeth Gilbert

  Baby, Book, Longing

  Elizabeth Gilbert (2010). “The Complete Elizabeth Gilbert: Eat, Pray, Love; Committed; The Last American Man; Stern Men & Pilgrims”, p.426, A&C Black

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• They don't live here. They live in Heaven.' Where's that?' I don't know,' I said. 'Enos says it's right here, on this side of the wall, but I never saw an angel over here. Kuba says it's in Russia. Olek says Washington America.' What's Washington America?' Enos says it's a place with no wall and no lice and lots of potatoes.

  Jerry Spinelli

  Wall, Angel, Russia

  Jerry Spinelli (2003). “Milkweed”, p.136, Knopf Books for Young Readers

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• The only clothes Amanda has are the ones on her back. (Kyrian) From what I saw, she had no clothes whatsoever on her back. Her front neither. (Nick) One day, Gaitor bait... (Kyrian) Note to self- be nice to woman, keep mouth shut. (Nick)

  Sherrilyn Kenyon

  Nice, Self, Clothes

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• Intenté siempre hacerlo mejor: vi siempre un poco más lejos. Intenté estirarme.

  Audrey Hepburn

  Inspiring, Wise, Perseverance

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• It was not miserable - often I did not miss her at all. But there was sometimes a quick, sinking ache when I walked in the door and saw she was not there. Twice, however, I'd felt the same sinking feeling when she was.

  Lorrie Moore

  Doors, Sinking Feeling, Missing

  Lorrie Moore (2009). “A Gate at the Stairs”, p.26, Faber & Faber

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• I saw thee ne'er before; I see thee never more; But love, and help, and pain, beautiful one, Have made thee mine, till all my years are done.

  George MacDonald

  Beautiful, Pain, Years

  George MacDonald (2015). “Delphi Complete Works of George MacDonald (Illustrated)”, p.39, Delphi Classics

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• Yo no era un Cherokee. No era un guerrero. No era nadie especial. Yo era sólo una niña, asustada y enojada. Cuando me vi en los ojos de papá Glen, quise morir. No, quería estar ya muerta, fría y desaparecida. Todo me parecía inútil. Él me miraba y yo me avergonzaba de mí misma. Era como deslizarse por un agujero sin fin, viéndome en el fondo, sucia, harapienta, pobre, estúpida.

  Dorothy Allison

  Chica, Estúpida, Sucia

  Dorothy Allison (2005). "Bastardo de Carolina: A Novel", p.192, Penguin

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• Can you just saw his arm off while we're here and get me loose? (Amanda) I could do that, but he needs his more. I'd cut yours off before I did his. (Tate) Oh, great, what are you, his Igor? (Amanda) Wrong movie, Igor was Frankenstein's flunky. Renfield is the one you're thinking of, and no, I'm not Renfield. Name's Tate Bennett. Parish coroner. (Tate)

  Sherrilyn Kenyon

  Cutting, Thinking, Names

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• Then when I saw Pain attack Hinata, I was so mad, so full of rage, I let the Nine-Tails take over without even thinking about it.

  Masashi Kishimoto

  Pain, Thinking, Mad

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• Inclinándose hacia ella, la besó suavemente, primero en la mejilla y luego en los labios. Cuando la miró a los ojos, vio al joven que había amado el verano pasado y al que seguía amando ahora. "Nunca he dejado de quererte, Ronnie. y nunca he dejado de pensar en ti. aunque los veranos lleguen y se acaben" ella sonrió sabiendo que él decía la verdad. "Yo también te quiero, Will Blakelee" susurró, inclinándose para besarle de nuevo.

  Nicholas Sparks

  Verano, Te Amo, Ojo

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• La selección natural se encargó de que los héroes profesionales que en un momento crucial tendían a hacerse preguntas como "¿Cuál es mi propósito en la vida?" carecieran muy pronto de ambas cosas.

  Terry Pratchett

  Hero, Purpose, Moments

  Terry Pratchett (2008). “Interesting Times: (Discworld Novel 17)”, p.139, Random House

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• Svengal yacía gimiendo sobre el césped. Sus muslos eran una agonía. Le dolían las nalgas. Le ardían las pantorrillas. Ahora, después de caerse del pequeño poni que montaba y caer pesadamente al suelo sobre la punta del hombro, éste también le dolía. Se concentró en tratar de encontrar una parte de su cuerpo que no fuera una gigantesca fuente de dolor y fracasó estrepitosamente. Abrió los ojos. Lo primero que vio fue la cara del poni anciano que había estado montando mirándole. ¿Qué te ha llevado a hacer algo tan extraño? pareció preguntar la criatura.

  John Flanagan

  Herir, Dolor, Ojo

  John Flanagan (2011). "Erak's Ransom (Ranger's Apprentice Book 7)", p.83, Random House.

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• When I left Merle was wearing a bungalow apron and rolling pie crust. She came to the door wiping her hands on the apron and kissed me on the mouth and began to cry and ran back into the house, leaving the doorway empty [...] I had a funny feeling as I saw the house disappear, as though I had written a poem and it was very good and I had lost it and would never remember it again. (p. 262)

  Raymond Chandler

  Doors, Hands, Pie

  Raymond Chandler (1995). “Stories and Early Novels”

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• ...then he looked at my T-shirt and saw Byron's picture on it and he quoted "She Walks in Beauty," which is like my favorite poem next to the one by Baudelaire about his girlfriend being nothing but worm food, except that Lily called that one first because Baudelaire is her fave poet and so she got the shirt with him on it, even though Byron is way more scrumptious and I would do him on sharp gravel if I had the chance. --from The Chronicles of Abby Normal

  Christopher Moore

  Girlfriend, Lilies, Abby

  Christopher Moore (2009). “You Suck”, p.66, Hachette UK

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• That's when it struck me: how gorgeous we all were, even with cellulite (saw a lot of that) and stretch marks, scars and tattoos. Let me just say this, not single body was perfect, not even the fittest of women there.

  Justina Chen

  Tattoo, Perfect, Body

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• You live your life like it’s a rare treasure to be savored. You take pleasure from the simplest of things and you never take them for granted. I saw the joy on your face and the life in your eyes when you cradled the permits to your chest. I’ve never seen anything lovelier. I actually thought you would cry just from the joy of touching them. I’ve been numb all my life, Megeara, but you…you feel on a level that I can’t even imagine, and for a little while I wanted to feel that, too. (Arik)

  Sherrilyn Kenyon

  Eye, Joy, Live Your Life

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• Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope’s ear, Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear. So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows. The measure done, I’ll watch her place of stand, And, touching hers, make blessèd my rude hand. Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.

  William Shakespeare

  Heart, Night, Sight

  "Romeo y Julieta" (1595) acto 1, esc. 5, l. [48]

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• It was like the first time i saw a cadaver. For weeks afterward the cadavers head, or what was left of it - floated up behind my eggs and bacon at breakfast and in the face of Buddy Willard, who was responsible for my seeing it in the first place, and pretty soon I felt as though I were carrying that cadavers head around with me on a string, like some black, noseless balloon stinking of vinegar.

  Sylvia Plath

  Eggs, Black, Cadavers

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• Por primera vez, vi lo que había en su corazón, y me pregunté si alguna vez querría mirar tan profundamente como para ver el mío.

  Jennifer Donnelly

  Heart, Looks, Want

  Jennifer Donnelly (2015). "A Gathering Light", p.114, Bloomsbury Publishing.

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• I did not find him absurd. I saw he was kind, that he was on the verge of real love. I thought it would be nice for me to be in love with him, too.

  Françoise Sagan

  Real, Nice, Would Be

  FRANCOISE SAGAN (1955). "BONOUR TRISTESSE"

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• King Duncan looked up and swept his gaze slowly around the room. Cassandra, he saw, was defiant as ever. Arald's face was set and determined. Halt and Crowley's faces were inscrutable in the shadows of their cowls. The two younger men were both a little wide-eyed- obviously uncomfortable at the emotions that had been bared in the room. There was still a hint of admiration in Will's eyes, however, as he continued to stare at the Baron. Rodney was nodding in agreement with Arald's statements, while Gilan made a show of studying his nails.

  John Flanagan

  Kings, Eye, Men

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• Well I'm not dancing," Will said through gritted teeth. "I don't know how." Oh yes you are," Alyss told him. "Let's hope you're a fast learner." He glanced at her and saw no prospect of escape. "Well,at least I won't be the only one," he said. "Halt will be terrible too." But nobody in the assembly knew tat for the past ten days, Halt had been taking dance lessons from Lady Sandra.

  John Flanagan

  Past, Dancing, Teeth

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• He rose, offering his hand to Evanlyn to assist her. Even though she was lithe and athletic as a cat, she took it, enjoying the contact. She saw Horace's slight frown as she did so and smiled to herself. A girl can never have too many admirers, she thought. Will seemed unperturbed by the fact that she retained hold of Selethen's hand a little longer than politeness dictated. But then, Ranger's were trained to look imperturbable. He was probably seething with jealousy, she thought.

  John Flanagan

  Girl, Cat, Offering

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• ...So in his own way Guy Clinch confronted the central question of his time, a question you saw being asked and answered everywhere you looked, in every headline and haircut: if, at any moment, nothing might matter, then who said that nothing didn't matter already?

  Martin Amis

  Guy, Might, Matter

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• Seth laughed when he saw me. “Hey,” I said, poking him with my foot, “be nice.” “I think this is the first time I’ve ever seen you look anything less than…” He paused, playing with word choice. “Well-planned.” “Why, you silver-tongued romantic devil. That is the look I usually go for. Other women go for sexy or chic or beautiful. But me? Well-planned all the way.” “You know what I mean. Besides, unplanned isn’t a bad look for you. Not bad at all.” His voice sounded deliciously low and dangerous, and something ignited between us as we held each other’s eyes.

  Richelle Mead

  Beautiful, Sexy, Nice

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