Quotes About Sore

My! Dat's a mighty gay marvel, I tell you! But Mars Tom I's powerful 'fraid ole missis- And besides, if you will Ill show you my sore toe. Jim was only human-this attraction was too much for him.

The city was dark except for the building lights that seemed to appear like sores - like bandaids had been ripped off to expose the city's skin.

Mousefur's as cranky as a badger with a sore paw," Foxpaw went on. "We never get any thanks." "No, it's always, 'It's too damp,' or 'There are thorns in there,'" Icepaw whispered back.

It's all right." He stretched his shoulders out, the flesh between his blades sore, which meant his grizzly hump had grown while he was still human. Rare and not good. "Really. It's all right. And I can understand if you're not comfortable staying here tonight." He looked up at her. "Or if you want some space or…if you…if you…why are you getting naked?

Guilt is like a sore, endlessly fascinating, and the guilty party feels compelled to examine it and pick at it, so that it never really heals.

Contention does not usually begin as strife between countries. More often, it starts with an individual, for we can contend within ourselves over simple matters of right and wrong. From there, contention can infect neighbors and nations like a spreading sore.

I'd say, for my freshman year in college, I was doing everything in my power to hide the fact that I had ever had any association with the Paul Green School of Rock Music because it was like this bruise. It was such a sore subject.

What I don't miss is the travelling, the late games, the back-to-backs, the not being able to sleep well. Being tired or sore, I don't miss that part at all.

I was seeing more stars than Patrick Moore; he didn't half give me a sore fucking whack on the nut.

Dorina?" Louis Cesare's voice was loud in my ear. The one I had squeezed against the phone, which was squeezed against my sore shoulder, becuase I was using both hands to keep Ray's point in his pants. "The fey, damm it!" I told him. "They're for the fey!" "Which one?" Louis Cesare asked, his voice going velvety soft. "All of them- No Ray! Ray, cut it out!" "All of them?

You're working for the Order now. Yes. How does it feel? Well, Doctor, it feels rather sore and tingly.

I grew up on antibiotics. Every ailment - sore throats, earaches, flus - warranted a trip to the doctor and in most cases some kind of prescription.

The poor monkey, quietly seated on the ground, seemed to be in sore trouble at this display of anger.

I was so sleepy (and sore) that another bout of sex was out of the question, unless Eric had suddenly developed an interest in necrophilia.

my soul is sore I leave my mountain home walk the long roads to the sea no-one remembers me except the dead no-one remembers the dead… no-one remembers the dead except the dead no-one remembers me walk the long roads to the sea I leave my mountain home my soul is sore

An agent is a guy who is sore because an actor gets 90% of what he makes.

As a heavyweight, I've not missed dieting. Those days where you're sore or tired, it makes me feel happy to know I can eat a bar of chocolate.

Lion's hurt his paw. It's really rather sore.

He simply watched her curiously with his black, fathomless eyes. Shea eyed him warily. "You aren't getting ready to bite me again, are you? I've got to tell you, there isn't a place on my body that isn't sore." She flashed him a wan smile. "Just out of curiosity, your rabies shots are up to date, aren't they?

Intimacy is a word with eight letters. A word with a sly hiss to it. But then it begins, like love affairs do, with a chance meeting, and then a raw empty something needing to be sated, something you didn't notice before…but suddenly it squawks like a hungry bird, day and night, refusing to be ignored. You love and revile it, this sore shrieking something. Or is it nothing? Or everything? It doesn't matter. It's yours. It's you.

Firebirds are such frustating quarry. One minute it's all fiery tail feathers and red talons and the next, nothing but ash and a sore seat.

The Insignificance of Man is a congenial theme; my own insignificance is a sore point.

A consumer is a shopper who is sore about something.

As we rode along LaBoeuf commenced whistling tunes, perhaps to take his mind off his sore arm. Rooster said, "God damn a man that whistles!" It was the wrong thing to say if he wished it to stop.