Quotes About Neck

All horses are different - sometimes they have a long neck - so you don't ride the same way on every horse. It depends on their body, and your body, but the object is to get down low so you're aerodynamic, so you call pull from the horse through the head. The best jockeys do that really well, and know how much to push.

You are dreaming your thirst when the water you want is inside the big vein on your neck.

The councilman staggered to one side, his sword clanging on the stones as he clutched at the gushing wound in his neck.

Worsely: You know what you were saying about a plastic bag. Suppose I put a plastic bag around my head and tied it tightly round the neck. What could possibly go wrong? Clegg: Some of them nowadays has safety holes. Worsely: Not all. I would have a look

if he were a pony I would offer him food, stroke his ears and scratch his neck; but he curls his lip at the idea of cake and I am seriously not going to stroke him. That would be just gross.

Karl, I think I want to wring your neck right now." He laughed. "You're a doctor. You don't wound people; you heal them." "I just might make an exception in your case.

DOST thou not hear the silver bell, Through yonder lime-trees ringing? 'Tis my lady's light gazelle. To me her love thoughts bringing, — All the while that silver bell Around his dark neck ringing.

sector weren't knocked over with compressed-air pistols. Jael, they're getting ships from the Empire itself. Don't open your mouth like a fool. I said the Empire! It's still there, you know. It may be gone here in the Periphery but in the Galactic centre it's still very much alive. And one false move means that it, itself, may be on our neck. That's why I must be mayor and high priest. I'm the only man who knows how to fight the crisis.

Brutal, bloody Cato who can snap a neck with a twist of his arm,

A scent, a sound, an errant shadow too minor to register consciously might be enough to make a well-trained scythe's neck hairs bristle.

He didn't just break her neck," Scythe Goddard pointed out. "He unflinchingly snapped her spine! Everyone heard it. I'm sure it woke up the scythes sleeping in the back row!" "Classic!" said Scythe Chomsky, guzzling his champagne down, not waiting for the toast.

I like reading the Sunday papers in bed. I like orange ribbons tied around the cat's neck. I like sleeping up against a body that I know well.

now my blood ran cold. Because if there's one thing worse than an IT manager who's feeling the chill wind of obsolescence blowing down his neck and consequently trying to contribute code to the repository like an actual working developer, it's an IT manager who's getting creative.

She's easy to use." Laszlo pointed at the doll's neck. "You remove the clamp, insert the small funnel, select two quarts of your favorite blood from Romatech Industries, and fill her up." I see. Does she light up when she's running low?" Laszlo frowned. "I suppose I could put in an indicator light-

Ivy turned. 'He bit you on the neck?' she said, deadpan serious but for her eyes. 'Oh, then it's got to be love. She won't let me bite her neck.

The Executioner shall not have much trouble, for I have a little neck. I shall be known as La Reine Sans Tete

Chances were high my mom could do one of those Jason Bourne neck twists and Bambi would be on the way to heaven.

should be enough," said Robb. "You will have command of my rear guard, Lord Bolton. I mean to start for the Neck as soon as my uncle has been wedded and bedded. We're going home.

Firelight gleamed golden in the stiff whiskers that framed Lord Tywin's face. A vein pulsed in his neck, but he did not speak. And did not speak. And did not speak.

The soldier stared at Ingrid. His silence was elastic, slowly curling a rope around her neck.

May 8th 1943. Deluge. The rain not only fell mainly on the plain in Spain; it also fell mainly on the back of the bloody neck, dripping down the spine into the socks where it came out of the lace-holes in the boots.

As he lay there, he was sure that he could still feel the memory of that strange hand cupping the back of his neck; and he couldn't believe how empty his mouth felt, now that it only had his own tongue in it.

We could get kinky and see how bats and rats make love, he suggested in a whisper, warm breath against her neck. You are a sick man, Jacques. Very, very sick.

The rider uses a technique, breaking the neck cleanly, so there is no suffering. That is why it is important not to allow it to be personal if at all possible. You always want the visit to be about justice, not revenge.