Quotes About Pricks

those immovable traffic barriers, which Parisians have nicknamed bittes (pricks).

A healer! The beauty of the word a balm. In a mounting astonishment she hears how this man heals with his own blood, pricks his own finger, rubs the blood onto the scab, smears it all over the patient

I have a hard time with musicians who act like pricks because it just makes me mad. I just sit there and I go, 'You know what, dude, no matter whether you're in a band just surviving or you're in a bus playing stadiums, one way or another, you're still among the rare breed of people that are actually getting paid to do it.'

It was a fairy tale, no fooling. It was unreality becoming real. This frightened her. Because people don't care for unreality becoming real. It pricks their well-fed minds, you see, with something like a hunger pang. They prefer the logical stuffiness of expectancy. It is only at certain times that they weaken, letting imagination in. That's the time to get them. ("The Disinheritors")

The pay gap is visceral. It feels wrong and unfair. Voters are already predisposed to think Republicans are uncaring, country-club pricks. So

So long as there is gold underneath, who cares about the dust on top? Literature! That old whore! We must try to dose her with mercury and pills and clean her out from top to bottom, she has been so ultra-screwed by filthy pricks!

It'll be an honour to serve you, sir, he added. In a French battalion? Gudin teased him. If you don't flog, sir, and you don't carve up pricks, then it'll be more than an honour.

There's a catharsis in cutting down trees. But there's absolutely none of that in picking cotton. It's maddening! It's fiddly, and it pricks your fingers, and it's something that's a very hard skill if you have no alacrity for it.

If God actually took the time to go around smiting anyone, she'd like to see him start with the self-righteous pricks who inflated their own egos in his name.

The way those thirsty for power, glory, or the satisfaction of brow-beating others into their particular beliefs used God as a weapon of intimidation and fear perplexed her. Not that they'd do it, but that anyone would listen. If God actually took the time to go mourned smiting anyone, she'd like to see him start with the self-righteous pricks that inflated their own egos in his name.

The way those thirsty for power, glory, or the satisfaction of brow-beating others into their particular beliefs used God as a weapon of intimidation and fear perplexed her. Not that they'd do it, but that anyone would listen. If God actually took the time to go around smiting anyone, she'd like to see him start with the self-righteous pricks who inflated their own egos in his name.

Her green eyes flutter all the way open, and she looks amused. It pricks his ego slightly. After that kiss, shouldn't she be fainting at his feet? But she's grinning.

Satire is merely pointing out that roses have thorns — and that we can't avoid pricks.

Under love's heavy burden do I sink. And, to sink in it, should you burden love; Too great oppression for a tender thing. Is love a tender thing? it is too rough, Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn. If love be rough with you, be rough with love; Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.

Is love a tender thing? it is too rough, Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn. Mercutio: If love be rough with you, be rough with love; Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.

How seldom one can indulge in the inflation of any sort of emotion without life's little pin-pricks bursting the balloon.