Quotes About Throat

When the raw, harsh liquor had cut the dust from his throat he looked up at a nearby

If a donkey could talk, and if the donkey had a sore throat, and if it spoke with a French accent—that was what Mr. Gorf's voice sounded like.

One thing was unusual and very humbling; the streets were lined with people as if for a parade all the way to the Waldorf. They cheered & clapped and I wore my arms out waving back to them. I keep thinking this can't continue and yet their warmth & affection seems so genuine I get a lump in my throat. I pray constantly that I won't let them down.

My throat clogged up like an old drain with these happy memories.

ADAM'S APPLE, n. A protuberance on the throat of a man, thoughtfully provided by Nature to keep the rope in place.

Lie still, sleep becalmed, hide the mouth in the throat, or we shall obey, and ride with you through the drowned.

The dread that had been rising all morning rose higher in his throat as if by capillary action.

His own voice was older than he was. Ancient, unearthed from some mystical subterranean place...The voice seemed to make his whole body ache. Maybe it made him bleed inside. I wondered if it hurt, if it burned in his throat.

When she made her way to the big picture window that framed the dining room table she froze. She stopped breathing. The anger was growing again. It grew up into her throat, where she could taste it, coppery like blood, in the back of her mouth. It grew down into her stomach, where it knotted her intestines. It made her arms stiffen and her shoulders lock. It pushed against her ribs until she felt they would snap like sticks.

Labor is an antidote for angst and general misery, and the fear that the Devil is going to grab you by the throat at any moment and bring you down into the fiery pit.

ALMONDS  (A'LMONDS)  OF THE THROAT, or TONSILS, called

I presented my feminine side with flowers. She cut the stems and placed them gently down my throat. And these tu lips might soon eclipse your brightest hopes.

beyond that enormous vehicle, a hanging indigo shape like the manifestation of a tesseract, a rotating impossible object in five or six or thirteen dimensions: the throat of the vinculum created two million years ago by the beings in Andromeda.

Frank Sobotka in 'The Wire' on HBO was one of the greatest characters I've ever played. They cut his throat at the end of that season. There's something about creative coupling that seems to go with great characters, and the fact that you can never play them again once you're done.

Embarrassment thickened in his throat like phlegm.

If you jotted down all of my ill-thought out comments, you could write a book entitled, Guide to Getting Punched in the Throat for Boneheads-Mad Hatter in "Death of the Mad Hatter" (Coming Soon!)

What followed was for him a very entertaining spectacle, with one of Edward's brothers seemingly intent upon the most subtle of seductions and the other barely able to force malmsey past the gorge rising in his throat.

I find you irritating. (Kat) I haven't even begun to irritate you yet. Imagine what I could do if I applied myself? (Solin) I can imagine. I can also imagine ripping your throat out and tying my shoes with your larynx. (Kat)

Are we going to debate philosophy or should I just kiss and make up with the demon now? Let it get a good shot at your throat so it can rip it out? (Xypher) Put him down mercifully. (Kat) Yes, Queenie. I'll make sure and use a cushioned blade. (Xypher)

Medea? Don't worry. Satara's rooms are far enough away that you won't be subjected to the sounds of wild monkey sex. (Stryker) Ew! You were right, Mum. I should have allowed you to cut his throat. Get me out of here as quickly as possible. (Stryker)

And here I thought I was being stealthy." – Ren "With that girly caw you let out? Did a frog crawl down your throat and die, or what?" – Sundown

Violence in the voice is often only the death rattle of reason in the throat.

Charity liked brandy. She liked the way it burned her throat while soothing the ache in her heart.

My own voice chokes in my throat. I am still in a dream. Not a dream, a nightmare. A nightmare where you scream but can't make a sound. A nightmare where you think you're awake but you're unable to open your eyes or move a muscle. Where you're completely paralyzed.