Quotes About Pained

Anyone would think to hear you two that I enjoyed it!' 'And didn't you?' probed Johnny with a pained smile as the cab went into a pothole. 'Didn't you enjoy outwitting him?' 'Just a little, a very little,' I admitted, unable to keep a huge grin from my face.

Immy knocked on his open door. "Mr. Mallett?"The look on his narrow face was pained. "What's with the Mr. Mallett? When you don't call me Mike, it's usually trouble.

I have many an hour been pained that my investigation raises questions about so many things on which good, pious people have placed all their trust. I have remembered old friends, kind listeners, children of God both known and unknown to me, who might see my work. However, I have been unable to alter anything here.

Then, his struggles stopped. His eyes stared at me, stunned, and his lips parted, almost into a smile, albeit a grisly and pained one. "That's what I was supposed to say..." he gasped out. Those were his last words.

I glance at Jax. He looks worried. So does Ollie. Hayley looks pained.

Earth to Sawyer?" Campbell said. I had no idea what I'd missed. "We were just about to discuss how incredibly debonair I look in this hat," Boone informed me, sliding his fingers along its brim. "I was born to fedora." I wasn't sure whether the pained look on Nick's face was the result of Boone's use of the word fedora as a verb or the conversation he, Campbell, and I had been having before we'd been interrupted.

In time, you will come to regard my questioning with a certain pained amusement; in time, get so you would hardly find it possible to live without my joke and me.

Rockefeller could brush off Tarbell's critique of his business methods as biased, but he was deeply pained by the character study.

I don't really hate my mother. But I loathe that haunted, sad, scared, pained look that turns Libby Summerall's gray eyes into two burned-out pieces of charcoal.

Derrida was particularly pained to see the story of his relationship with Sylviane exposed in two biographies of Jospin, long extracts from which were published in the press: one by Serge Raffy, the other by Claude Askolovitch. Derrida could not stand his image starting to resemble the most conventional soap opera.

My theory is that Kurt had a lot of residual pain from his childhood. And when you pile that on top of his experience in World War II - he was in Dresden when it was bombed and saw a city annihilated. When you combine those two things, my impression of Kurt Vonnegut at 84 was that he was a very pained and haunted man.

Louis-Cesare looked pained. Ray was even dirtier than I was, and his bright red briefs had gotten a tear across the butt at some point, flashing a glimpse of hairy cheek whenever he moved. An awesome trophy he was not.

He looked at me like Lillian Gish coming out of a swoon. Is this Bertie Wooster talking? he said, pained. Yes, it jolly well is! Bertie, old man, said Bingo, patting me gently here and there, reflect! We were at school - Oh, all right!