Quotes About Piercing

Megan's eyes could have drilled holes through butter

Everybody is giving birth to something - everybody but the lesbian in the upper tier. Her head is uptilted, her throat wide open; she is all alert and tingling with the shower of sparks that burst from the radium symphony. Jupiter is piercing her ears.

O love! Poor love! How did you pierce my heart? How did touch my soul?How did you win my mind?The judgmental ever-complaining mind.

I've inflicted so much pain and suffering on myself over the years. I had a piercing called a guiche. That's the part between your arsehole and your balls. You're on all fours on a gurney. Your ass in the air, your meat and two veg hanging down. Your dignity is out the window. This girl did it, tattoos all over her face. I nearly passed out with the pain.

He turned his face to mine, looked down. Handsome, chilling man. His eyes were the clearest I'd ever seen. This was a man that suffered no conflicts with himself. He had no problems being what he was. We stared at each other. "Black looks good on you," he murmured. "Has Barrons seen you like this?

A woman. She liked this band called The Cure, and she thought it would be cool if she pierced my ear." Maya thinks about this. "Did you have a parrot?" "I didn't. I had a girlfriend." "Could the parrot talk?" "No, because there wasn't a parrot." She tries to trick him. "What was the parrot's name?" "There wasn't a parrot." "But if there was one, what would his name have been?

You could drown a kitten in her blue eyes.

Kids are more genuine. When they come up and want to talk to you, they don't have an agenda. It's more endearing and less piercing to your aura.

Okay, so you want your other nipple pierced," she said pulling up a chair and getting her supplies ready. "She wants my other nipple pierced," he replied winking at.

The guard's gaze was on him, the eyes hard and piercing.

akeru. It means "to pierce, to open, to end, to make a hole in, to start, to expire, to unwrap, to turn over." When someone leaves, akeru refers to the empty space that is created, the opening in which a new beginning can take place. I was amazed at the power of a single word that could suggest that to begin and to end are the same—part of one never-ending cycle of renewal and healing.

For a nanosecond, I meet her gaze.Despite the dark, I can see her eye color—it's the prettiest, strangest shade of blue I've ever seen in my life—piercing, dark, and shiny. And then she is gone.

Now I know why women get their ears pierced. Once they've survived this ordeal of mutilation, they can face the discomforts of childbirth with equanimity.

Her eyes were open, then on me again like they never left.

It was like magic, but so much of magic is about misdirection, whereas so much of redemption is straightforward and ordinary, piercing true and lit with surprise.

A familiar pang pierced me, worry mixed with anxiety and a dash of mourning.

Let me give you a word of advice. A loyalty that holds fast will become a blade, and will some day pierce those you hold dear. Open both eyes wide. That is, if you… don't want to end up like me.

There was warmth in his large piercing brown eyes. The kind of warmth that tucks a child into bed. The same kind of warmth that dries your wet hair on a rainy December afternoon.

But the main thing I've learned, I learned all by myself, no help needed. I learned not to get my tongue pierced. Because if you're getting it pierced for the reason why I think you're getting it pierced and you're not good at that thing to begin with, no little piece of jewelry is going to save the day.

Nothing can so pierce the soul as the uttermost sigh of the body.

Two keen minds that they are, they took to each other at the drop of a hat. Two piercing eyes glanced into two piercing eyes--the holy con-man with the shining mind, and the sorrowful poetic con-man with the dark mind that is Carlo Marx.

Freeman flicked him a quick glance. It was one of those looks that seemed to burn a hole right through him. Barry shivered, not liking those eyes on him. They were intelligent, focused - almost too focused. They didn't blink, and it felt like death looking at him.

She moistened her lips and lifted her lashes to look into his piercing blue eyes. There was a mixture there. Possession. Desire. Triumph. Demand.

He watched her with a hopeful, piercing scrutiny that made her tingle, she felt so...seen.