Quotes About Pocket

It's one of the essentials just to have a lighter on me, you never know what you might have to use. I like my lighters to be blue and small, they can fit in a pocket.

I've got to have two hands on the ball when I'm leaving the pocket, when I'm moving in the pocket.

There's just something very, very satisfying feeling like I have my investments right there in my pocket.

I'd got into Cash after I'd used my pocket money to buy his 'Live at San Quentin' album, just because I liked the cover. It turned out I liked the record inside even more.

I can maneuver if I need to but I'm deadly in the pocket.

I've helped launch 49 careers - those that have been in PiL. To me, they are my babies; whatever they get up to, they know I love them. They've been living in my pockets, and they should show more gratitude.

People are carrying around smartphones. They have a video capture device in their pockets twenty-four/seven.

I always liked to take on the middle pockets. They're much harder.

When legislators do something that doesn't make a whole lot of sense, there's always the suspicion that they're in somebody's pocket.

During the siege of Panama, he trailed behind his comrades, picking up shreds of purple wool which had once been blue. The fighting was incredibly vicious, but there was a deeper quality to the havoc, an ineffable wiping of belief. Though he wore his name like a sealed pocket, it was picked when he passed into the Cup of Gold, city of burnished lips.

I dug into my coat pocket and hauled out my pride and joy: one Zippo one-zip windproof lighter that the winds of the last few days had forced me to buy. I guess the ads had sold me: Why, zip, zip, zip. . .when one zip does it!

The ring of keys was still in my coat pocket, and I pulled them out as I reached the door, flashed my light briefly on the lock and then started choosing keys. The second one turned the lock noiselessly. I pushed the door open easily, slipped inside, and shut it.

Nice creepy reptile," Frank said, very aware of the driftwood in his coat pocket. "Nice poisonous, fire-breathing reptile.

She reached into her coat pocket and felt two things she hadn't expected.... One was a wad of cash... she brought out the money. Leo whistled. Allowance? Piper, your mom rocks!

Sam's phone buzzed. She fished it out of her pocket, checked the screen, and cursed. I have to go. You just got here. Valkyrie business. Possible code three-eight-one: heroic death in progress. You're making that up. I'm not. So...what, somebody thinks they're about to die and they text you 'Going down! Need Valkyrie ASAP!' followed by a bunch of sad-face emojis?

my sword reappeared in my pocket. yeah,great timing.now i could attack the walls all i wanted.my cell had no bar,no window,not even a door

Percy's hand went to his pocket. He slipped out his pen, Riptide. 'You're right. So if Nike was anywhere … this would be a good spot.' Frank scanned their surroundings. 'I don't see anything.' 'What if we promoted, like, Adidas shoes?' Percy wondered. 'Would that make Nike mad enough to show up?

nails peeked from his shirt pocket. Kit hated seeing him so anxious about cabbage moths and sagging fences. "I'm sorry if helping Miss Lucy and me is taking you away from

Throughout the war I looked back on that evening at the Harvard Club with great fondness, recalling it as the moment when I found my footing among the officers and struck up some of my truest friendships. But then the Pocket tainted my nostalgia, as it tainted everything else.

The bracelet—an heirloom, I presume." "So you didn't mistake it for a 'cheap bauble' after all. And you still didn't try to nick it. I'm shocked." He glowered as he got to his feet. "What?" I said. "I've offended you? I should be ashamed of myself. Those pieces in your pocket just fell in there, didn't they? Damn museum displays. Stuff just drops off them—

I want a magical horse that fits in my pocket," Wil said. "And a ring of red amber that gives me power over demons. And an endless supply of cake.

Why buy vinyl when he could keep all his music on a device that fit in his pocket?

Cavanaugh's knife, Ernest Emerson's CQC-7W. The hook at the top opens the blade as the knife is drawn from a pocket. (Emersonknives.com)

When his phone rang, he had to dig through his pocket to find it, and his fingers brushed against a pair of tiny earbuds he and Kat had last used in Monte Carlo. Hale smiled a little, realizing he hadn't worn the tux in ages. It was just one of many ways his life had change in the years since a girl named Katarina Bishop crawled into his window and into his life." — Double Crossed by Ally Carter