Quotes About Pounded

Meanwhile music pounded / across hearts opening every valve to the desperate drama of being / a self in a song.

My heart pounded when its counterpart thumped beneath his skin. "How?" "I don't care," he said, and kissed me.

The Church is like a great ship being pounded by the waves of life's different stresses. Our duty is not to abandon ship, but to keep her on her course.

To a reporter after Ray was pounded by Edmonton's Georges Laraque: What are you, the fight doctor now or something? You've never been in a fight in your life, so what are you talking about?

Holy shit whistles there are real live werewolves, my boyfriend is one of them, and my reaction to all this was to pull my pants down and get pounded? And that's when he wants to tell me he loves me?

There were the questions of what kind of First Lady I would be, what issues would I focus on. Those were the questions that were being pounded on me through the campaign. A lot of times, I wondered what in the world Barack was even getting us into.

Sailors tell us that when large parcels and masses of spices are, after being long kept close, suddenly opened, those who first stir and take them out run the risk of fever and inflammation. It can also be tried whether such spices and herbs when pounded would not dry bacon and meat hung over them, as smoke does.

Soundgarden screamed from the speakers of the Mustang, music a little older than Jack himself, but it pounded in rhythm with his pulse.

water, a circle of pounded coral sand a hundred yards wide, twenty miles in circumference, and from

We were really going with what worked at Stanford. It was difficult for players to 'D' me up in the post, so that was a strength of ours and we just pounded it in the block.

The only lesson I got pounded into me was about man's limitless capacity for vice - that and the fact that social distinctions vanish in a concentration camp. I once believed that man was different from other animals, but Yodok showed me that reality doesn't support this opinion.

That's smart,' Justin said, thinking of Theseus picking his way through the Minotaur's lair, unwinding Ariadne's string behind him. Thinking of how his heart had pounded when he was lost in the stacks. It wasn't just smart, it was clever, even classical. He wished he'd thought of it.

And then more quiet, silence so deep it almost drowned out the roar of the night music that pounded away in my secret self.

Maeve, open up!" "Gray, darling? Is that you?" "For God's sake, Maeve, open the goddamned door, now!" "Now Gray, that's no way to talk to royalty." He pounded savagely against the door, nearly holing the elegant wood. "Jesus, Maeve, OPEN THE GODDAMNED DOOR!