Quotes About Neck

He fell back against the door, his eyes closed, and he slid to the floor, still sitting upright. All I had to do was open the door and he'd tumble out backward, but with my luck, he'd break his neck going down the steps, and I'd be left with Malich to deal with. I

One day, Kaname's lips will lightly touch this neck of yours, and slowly, Kaname's teeth will sink in... If you hear the sound of Kaname drinking your own blood, Yuki-chan, then, for sure, you'll feel ecstasy.

turtle-green polo neck. She was quite old.

The stupid thief wears the sheep bell around his neck! Such stupidity of the bad is always good for the society!

Running to catch up, feeling like he was in a constant state of chasing a shadow, he felt a drop of rain hit him square on the back of the neck. The weight of it so heavy it felt like a rock.

Why are you naked?" "The better to feed you, m'dear." Then I saw his forefinger tapping his inner thigh. "Femoral artery." "Riiight. And the major vein in your neck wasn't good enough because… ?" One black brow winged up and those delicious lips curved into a naughty smile. "Ah. Because then I wouldn't have had an excuse to get naked." "Or get chained to a wall." "Hmmm.

Her shoulders were thin and wide and her neck long, reminding him of an illustration of a swan on a box of detergent.

I was just a friendly thirty-four-year-old TV actress looking for a boyfriend who didn't have a neck tattoo.

People tend to stick to their own size group because it's easier on the neck.

Pfft," a male said. "I can kiss on a single breath for at least three minutes." "Yeah? How about you show us?" "Or are you all words and no action?" The heavily built bear spread his arms. "Which lovely lady wants to volunteer to be the object of my lusty affections?" His gaze landed on Silver. "Ms. Mercant? I could show you— Never mind, I like my head on my neck.

The servant, still a child, cranes his neck, turns his face up toward all of them. He is dark as history, origin of the word native: the weight of blood, a pale mistress on his back, heavier every year.

It is the stale breath of Death on his open and vulnerable neck that immortalizes the hero, that lends a fireside story its luster.

All that remained was a small tuft at the back of his neck which Rotely promptly removed for himself.

Moisture from the camera trickled down her neck, as far as the collarbones, which rose and fell, rose and fell. I wondered if the water would still be cool or whether it would have warmed running down her skin.

Elodin looked at me. "What a remarkably honest threat," he said. "Normally they're much more growlish and gristly than that." "Gristly?" I asked, emphasizing the 't.' "Don't you mean grisly?" "Both," he said. "Usually there's a lot of, 'I'll break your knees. I'll break your neck.'" He shrugged. "Makes me think of gristle, like when you're boning a chicken.

As soon as the ark of God was mentioned, Eli fell backward from his chair by the city gate, and being old and heavy, he broke his neck and died. And Eli had judged Israel forty years.