Quotes About Leopard

I have everything from leopard print slippers to leopard print sheets and pajamas.

I've worn my share of leopard pink boots to premieres or belts the size of cars. I thought my pink leopard boots were so cool.

This world without a leopard…I mean, who would want to be here?!

A girl in want of a Leopard still has feet.

sometimes a leopard can change its spots if the right woman comes along.

Can the Ethiopian change his skin, or the leopard his spots?

Why are you sad, Dorian?" He couldn't lie to her. "The leopard wants you to see it.

The snow leopard is absolutely magnificent. It represents really what endangered species are all about.

You're the first thing I've ever wanted for myself. You're the first time I've ever thought maybe I could have some kind of life. I don't want you to go, not for my leopard or yours, but for me.

The truth was, Sevastyan wanted a woman of his own. A partner. A woman to love. A woman who held the mate for his leopard. That same gift his cousins had. He doubted if that was going to ever happen for him. His father and Mitya's father both had seen to that with their torture and deviant training.

Lazar didn't beat loyalty into me, Mitya said. He taught me how to hate. He taught my leopard how to hate. How to feel that terrible burning need for vengeance.

Fear sitters down her spine, yet excitement welled up like a fountain.He looked all man, a tough, scarred man at the edge of his control and knowing he was that way because of her--for her-- was exhilarating. She wanted him to look at her like that--all hungry leopard, a man craving--needing her body. HER body. HER skin. HER.

Fear skittered down her spine, yet excitement welled up like a fountain.He looked all man, a tough, scarred man at the edge of his control and knowing he was that way because of her--for her-- was exhilarating. She wanted him to look at her like that--all hungry leopard, a man craving--needing her body. HER body. HER skin. HER.

The cat was still clawing at him, still trying for supremacy, but not in his usual aggressive, out for blood and mayhem, for the taste of human flesh manner. No this time he felt almost playful. Playful? His Leopard? There was no time;even in childhood, his Leopard had never felt playful.

He wanted his Leopard to keep up the strange behavior. He sensed that this woman, in some way, calmed the dangerous predator in him, and having that respite, if only for a few moments, after a lifetime of sheer hell, was a miracle.

This woman mattered in some undefined way he didn't fully understand. He wanted to stay in her company. His body wanted her with every breath he drew. His leopard wanted to stay close to her.

Sometimes, Sevastyan thought his leopard, whom he affectionally called Shturm, meaning assault, would end his life by literally ripping him open and climbing out of him rather than shifting the normal way they exchanged forms.

Flambé was in far more danger than she realized, not in a way that would ever harm her. She was the safest woman in the world from him, but not only had Sevastyan taken a real interest in her when he didn't in any woman, but so had his leopard.

His leopard leapt and raked, clawing for supremacy, demanding they claim her, but that wasn't Sevastyan's way. His woman was going to be his fully because she wanted him. Exclusively. Him. With every one of his flaws— and he had them in abundance.

A girl in want of a Leopard still has feet.

It would be wrong to describe Fennel as courageous as it would be wrong to describe a leopard as courageous.It runs when it can but when cornered turns to be one of the dangerous and vicious of all jungle beasts. The vulture is a patient bird. James hadley chase.

I want to go south, where there is no autumn, where the cold doesn't crouch over one like a snow leopard waiting to pounce.

You're like this leopard who's pretending to be a house cat.

Je moet die kat aaien, joh,' zegt Sam. 'Ze heeft je een presentje gebracht. Ze wil je laten weten hoe geweldig ze is.' 'Je bent een piepkleine moordmachine,' kirt Daneca. 'Wat doet ze?' vraag ik. 'Ze spint!' zegt Daneca. Ze klinkt verrukt. 'Lief poesje. Wie is er hier een ongelooflijke moordmachine? Ja hoor! Dat ben jij! Je bent een vreselijk wrede minileeuw! Ja, echt.