Quotes About Hunt

I went yesterday to hunt the little plaid stockings, as you wished; but found that McKnight has quit business, and Allen had not a single pair of the description you give, and only one plaid pair of any sort that I thought would fit "Eddy's dear little feet." I have a notion to make another trial tomorrow morning.

I'll leave you here to finish your, er…conversation." As he withdrew from the room, however, it seemed that he couldn't keep from ducking his head back in and asking Marcus cryptically, "Once a week, did you say?" "Close the door behind you," Marcus said icily, and Hunt obeyed with a smothered sound that sounded suspiciously like laughter.

Dexter did not kick the can. And now Dexter is It. Again. You may wonder, how can this be? How can Dexter's night hunt be reduced to this? Always before there has been some frightful twisted predator awaiting the special attention of frightful twisted Dexter—and here I am, stalking an empty Chef Boyardee ravioli can that is guilty of nothing worse than bland sauce.

her by something that looked like rope. The young hunter dropped his freshly

I used to have to hunt for hard-boiled eggs when I was a kid. What was the point of that? Was I supposed to be, 'Yay! I found them! Egg-salad sandwiches for everyone!' I was seven! I wanted chocolate, not bioavailable protein.

Crean stepped around her desk and motioned toward the door. Now Nadine's skin prickled with anticipation. This is how it begins. Rationalizing. Telling herself that she had no choice, when deep down hunting killers hiding in plain sight was exactly what she'd always wanted to do—if she were only brave enough. But the prospect scared her, brushing so close to what she most feared.

A hunter's meal is in proportion to his skill.

When you look at almost every submarine movie, to some degree or another, there's this 'Moby Dick' element, this Ahab element to them.

It's only hunting you that keeps me from being you.

Sometimes all I have are words and to write them means they are no longer prayers but are now animals. Other people can hunt them.

a man circling around a woman, or a hunter circling around a deer.

I DO NOT hear them, but I know they are near. The creatures. The men. They hunt me through the rocks and jungle trees. I must move, but I cannot. I fear my ankle is broken. If I stay, they will flush me out of this hiding place. When they are through with Father, they will come for me. I pray they spare him. It is I whom they seek.

You're not going to be able to hunt androids any longer," she said calmly. "So don't look sad. Please.

I stay here and drink spirits because the men here took my armor away, and without that, I can hunt seals but I can't go to war; and I am an armored bear; war is the sea I swim in and the air I breathe.

The joy of war is the joy of the huntm of bringing down game, of ridding the world of a man-eating monster or obliterating a plague.

A short-order cook, just off work, makes easy tracking for lions and worse

If you want fame or wealth or wolves, go out and hunt for them.

And the lonesomeness in the sparks make them hunt for one another, but the mud is deaf and dumb. Like all the other tumbling mud-balls, Janie had tried to show her shine.

So Major Murphy was perhaps correct. This research project was beyond a simple scientific problem that was amenable to standard hypothesis-driven science. It involved hunting a very wily quarry. And NIDS constantly had to accept the possibility that any information acquired in this hunt was only the information that the intelligence (assuming that we were in fact dealing with an intelligence) wanted us to have.

Predators did not need mercy.

We're wolves, boy, and a wolf doesn't ask for the goat it kills.

There are wolves in these mountains," he said. "Some of my men have hunted them for skins. They will find you here tonight and at first they will only watch. As the cold makes you weak, they will come closer and begin to nuzzle your legs and hands. They'll scatter when you call out and move, but they won't go far and they'll come back with more courage. When they start to tear your flesh, when the smell of blood excites them, think of me then.

What they call witches - most of them are just regular people, nice people. The evil ones are those that hunt and hurt others, witch or no.

He and Cooper were a lot alike. That was why Mercer had Cooper hunting him. Darkness clung to them both. They were loners. Killers. In the end, though, only one of them would survive this game. It wouldn't be Cooper. Pity. He'd once called the man friend. Now, he just thought of Cooper Marshall as a target.