Quotes About Scratched

Those who play with cats must expect to be scratched.

Some guys travel with expensive Louis Vuitton luggage but it gets all scratched up under the plane. I'd rather not spend too much money on something that's just going to get messed up.

Go ahead, then. He likes his back rubbed. And his head scratched. The creature inflicts grievous wounds upon my person and expects me to forgive it? I expect a lot of creatures inflict grievous wounds and expect forgiveness.

Wolfe shook his head. "No. Only that afternoon. If we had to argue that it is not credible that it was left in the cupboard for an extended period, just for anyone to use, but we don't have to. The bottle in that cupboard contained good iodine at four o'clock that afternoon." Cramer growled. Daniel demanded, "How do you know that?" "Because it was used at that hour. By Archie. He tripped on an alligator and scratched his hand.

Leo scratched his head. "Well I dunno about Enchiladas—" "Enceladus," Piper corrected. "Whatever. But Old Potty Face mentioned another name. Porpoise Fear, or something?" "Porphyrion?" Piper asked. "He was the giant king, I think.

I am a man whom Fortune hath cruelly scratched.

We were not restrained in our chairs, but there were so many guns on us that if I scratched my nose, the shooting aftermath would look like somebody had just spilled a huge lasagna here.

Oh, my," said Fletcher, and not knowing exactly what to do with the proof of an alien visit, he scratched it.

I knew each person's delusion, the places their records had scratched, where the sounds repeated.

I have loved since you. But when the new paint gets scratched, there you are underneath.

After the group vet appointment--during which Lyle scratched the vet, the vet tech, and some poor woman minding her own business in the waiting room--we went back to Sabrina's and re-released the cats to their natural habitat.

Regardless of the efforts discussed here, researchers in the field have barely scratched the surface in engaging in-depth analysis of multiple theoretical

Sebastien," the Englishman purred, hurt or feigning. "What would I have done? He wears your ring, my love." "I don't trust you." David's nails scratched Sebastien's neck, tracing the spine from skull to shoulders. Sebastien shivered. "Don't trust me," David answered. "I need your goodwill. Use me.

I use my non-stick pans as very specific tools. They're my egg pans. They live by themselves, in a cabinet. They go in their own home. They will never get scratched.

Poor gosling. It hurts to be lost. And worse to be home with no kind of homecoming...I'll be lucky if I can do as well as you when all this's done, just a bit out of breath, a bit bruised and scratched, a bit wiser and sadder for it all.

It hurts to be lost. And worse to be home with no kind of homecoming...I'll be lucky if I can do as well as you when all this's done, just a bit out of breath, a bit bruised and scratched, a bit wiser and sadder for it all.

My Very Eager Mad Cat Just Scratched Up Nose-Picking Earwigs.

I like SF environments that seem used, and lived in, every day; not just rolled off a props truck. Look around you! Everything is scuffed, scratched, dinged, faded, even rusty.

In the race for love, I was scratched.

I opened my eyes to find a fuzzy face staring into mine. I laughed and scratched Boomer's head. "Your dog is a pervert, he watched the whole thing.

Those who play with cats must expect to be scratched.

Her father dropped her off in front of the place where she was to live and left the engine running. Lila Mae removed the two suitcases from the back of the pickup truck. The suitcases were new, with a formidable casing of green plastic. Scratchproof, supposedly. Her father had only been able to afford them because they were, manufacturer's oats aside, scratched — gouged actually, as if an animal had taken them in its fangs to teach them about hubris.

My nose itched. I tried to ignore it, but it got worse and worse, until it was all I could think of, the flaming lance of itch that strobed at the tip of my nostril. Furiously, I wrinkled my face, rattled at my restraints. The doc absentmindedly noticed my gyrations and delicately scratched my nose with a gloved finger. The relief was fantastic. I just hoped my nuts didn't start itching anytime soon.

"Those who'll play with cats must expect to be scratched."