Quotes About Throat

She's an innocent mortal. She deserves better than me." "Right, because you're a disgusting, slobbering beast who'll rip her throat out and toss her dead body out to sea.

In his throat was the bitterness of morning.

The throat is a road.

I will kill you in your sleep, I swear to fucking God. I'll shove Nik's feather pillow so far down your throat that if you survive, you'll shit an entire flock of live geese the next day.

Fear death?—to feel the fog in my throat,The mist in my face.

I've called for backup, Ramirez said. Great. It's been a long time since I visited a Master of the City with the police. How do you usually do it? Ramirez asked. Carefully, I said. Edward turned his head away and coughed. I think he was trying not to laugh, but you can never tell with Edward. Maybe he just had a tickle in his throat.

The tears dissolve the last block of ice in my throat. I feel the frozen stillness melt down through the inside of me, dripping shards of ice that vanish in a puddle of sunlight on the stained floor. Words float up Me: Let me tell you about it.

A mockingbird lands on a low oak branch and scolds me. I rake the leaves out of my throat. Me: Can you buy some seeds? Flower seeds?

I swear to Vishnu, if this doesn't work, I'm going to stab you in the throat with a Pipette.

I thought of how proud he was when he took the marks- cutting the skin of his throat in a long slash and then packing it with ashes until keloid scars rose up. He called it his second smile.

He slashed her throat in a Van Gogh stroke.

He slashed her throat in a Van Gogh stroke that nearly removed her head from her spine.

When the news feels too normal, we stop paying attention. But bad news grabs us by the throat—which we willingly bare—especially when it's the kind of news that feels proximal but somehow doesn't quite touch us.

The time of lurching blindly towards the horizon is over, for now there might be something just over the horizon. The time for decisive action has arrived. Time for throats to be cut. For at last there's someone to attack. Those who haven't understood till now, let them understand–we finally have a clear-cut enemy within reach.

His wedding gift, clasped round my throat. A choker of rubies, two inches wide, like an extraordinarily precious slit throat.

It takes two to make a murder. There are born victims, born to have their throats cut, as the cut-throats are born to be hanged.

It was a whisper in the soul, a lump in the throat, and an echo in the deep and hidden places of the heart. It was the hope that we are loved, truly loved, and that we are known. It was what I wanted more than anything.

Ghouls, perhaps. Some here are certainly that. What else can we call one who thrives on ripping out another's throat, or on deceiving people into ruin or servitude. I would say they are ghouls.

And what of the dead? They lie without shoes in the stone boats. They are more like stone than the sea would be if it stopped. They refuse to be blessed, throat, eye and knucklebone.

What do you think of that? It's stopped raining. I'm glad Jay. Her throat, full of aching, grieving beauty, told only of her unexpected joy.

Her throat, full of aching, grieving beauty.

Her throat, full of aching, grieving beauty, told only of her unexpected joy.

The most famous rumor for me is that I had throat cancer. I never had throat cancer... I don't know why that started... The way I sing, probably.

Inside, the doctor filled an eyedropper with goat milk and began to drip it into the back of the marten's throat. It filled him with immense medical satisfaction when eventually it urinated on the knee of his trousers. This indicated healthy renal functioning.