Quotes About Sore

A consumer is a shopper who is sore about something.

Back in Nina's large Spartan bedroom, the three of them plunked their sore, beat-up frames into the same seats they'd chosen before the madness.

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

The Shy Hunter is terrified that others will destroy the truth within his heart, Rose said, And so the Shy Hunter armours himself ... thus armoured, he watches and waits and studies the world meticulously, hunting the world for prey ... Prey not in the sense of devouring or murder, Rose said, But prey in the sense of hunting for sore truths within another human heart.

Thou art a boil, a plague sore, an embossed carbuncle in my corrupted blood.

The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness And time to speak it in. You rub the sore When you should bring the plaster.

I wake up feverish, sore, uncomfortable. Is it sickness or is it heartbreak? I can't tell. The thermometer says I'm normal, but I'm clearly not.

Are you grumpy in the morning?" "No, but I wake up on the go. I don't like to linger over breakfast." "You must not be doing it right. Lingering is lovely . I do it all the time." She stretched her arms and shoulders, and arched her sore upper back, her breast lifting with the motion. Tom stared at her, mesmerized. "I might stay just to watch you linger.

You're saying you think one of my staff might be a terrorist." She kept her face neutral, but couldn't resist asking the next question, like poking at a sore tooth. "Is this the first organization you've visited?" "Yes.

As yet, there was nothing for it but to endure. We became fond of responding to irony in novels of love as one would to a finger pressed against the flesh near an open sore.

Their melancholy drains me. Their need exhausts me. I am wrung by pity. Sometimes it seems that to exit this world, they must go through my heart, leaving it scarred and sore.

Why couldn't they love the place, same way, together, the way he always loved her, even with his sore? Love Helen like a wife in good and bad weather, in sickness and in health, its beauty in being poor? The way the leaves loved her, not like a pink leaflet printed with slogans of black people fighting war?

The sore point became their family legend, their myth, their legacy. What they lost became their most prized possession. Their inheritance.

I am running in a circle and my feet are getting sore, and my head is spinning spinning as it's never spun before, I am dizzy dizzy dizzy. Oh! I cannot bear much more, I am trapped in a revolving ...volving ...volving ...volving door!

'Tis no small miracle how God has so long preserved and protected this book; for the devil and the world are sore foes to it.

It was hard to imagine that one day I would be able to recall Larry with only a neutral kind of tenderness. Now the divorce brought back memories, and thinking of Larry was like touching a bruise, tender and aching at the edges, more so at the center of its blue-black heart. The hurt was less when I didn't touch it, but time and again my mind moved back to go over it, like a tongue on a sore tooth. In

Prayer is a salve for every sore, even the sorest, a remedy for every malady, even the most grievous.

All societies have their points of least resistance, their sore spots. Put your finger on the wound, and press down hard.

how we've now got to be "magnanimous" and not "sore winners," as the prominent conservative columnist George Will put it in his criticism of the mythical gay activists who supposedly took down Eich.

The arbitrator is a robber, The peacemaker makes grief, He who should soothe makes sore. But he who cheats diminishes justice!

Beer dulls a memory, brand sets it burning, but wine is the best for a sore heart's yearning.

The priest is to examine the infection on his skin, and if the hair in the infection has turned white and the sore appears to be deeper than the skin, it is a skin disease. After the priest examines him, he must pronounce him unclean.

The priest will examine him again on the seventh day, and if the sore has faded and has not spread on the skin, the priest shall pronounce him clean; it is a rash. The person must wash his clothes and be clean.

But if there is a reddish-white sore on the bald head or forehead, it is an infectious disease breaking out on it.