Quotes About Wrist

The jawbone-I have a topaz pin for that. The wrist and skin-sapphire. I keep the diamonds for your eyes, my beautiful. But blindness is not yet. Nor death. This shall be a long game. Revel in it, my dear.

That same piercing screech in her voice every time at the hospital. "Do something!" When I slit my wrists. "Help her!" The last time too. "Somebody help her. Help us!" You're helpless, both of you. All of us.

I am an arm hitter. When you snap the bat with your wrists just as you meet the ball, you give the bat tremendous speed for a few inches of its course. The speed with which the bat meets the ball is the thing that counts.

I have many pairs of long gloves because my wrists get cold as I also like coats with short sleeves - what Jackie O would have called bracelet-length sleeves.

Before I would hurt a child, I would slit my wrists.

What cannot be seen: our crumpled childhoods, our scarred wrists, how we hated our bodies, how hard we tried, your needle marks? my envy.

But Phoebus Apollo called to blazing Ares, "Ares, Ares, destroyer of men, reeking blood, stormer of ramparts, can't you go and drag that man from the fighting? That daredevil Diomedes, he'd fight Father Zeus! He's just assaulted Love, he stabbed her wrist— like something superhuman he even charged at me!

I flexed my wrist, popped a silver needle into my palm, and offered it to him. 'What's this?' 'A needle.' 'What should I do with it?' He'd walked right into it. Too easy. 'Please use it to pop your head. It's obscuring my view of the room.' - Kate & Saiman

She watched with morbid fascination as they gathered at the stumps at the ends of the man's wrists, the old scar tissue the only place on him unclaimed by Fener, but the paths the sprites took to those stumps touched not a single tattooed line. The flies dance a dance of avoidance - but for all that, they were eager to dance.

Connor smiles with mocking warmth at him, and glances at the tattoo on his wrist. I like your dolphin.

I know this is your hand now,' she tells him. Roland would have never touched me like that. Connor smiles, and Risa takes a moment to look down at the shark on his wrist. It holds no fear for her now, because the shark has been tamed by the soul of a boy. No- the soul of a man.

yes, Wagner and the storm intermix with the wine as nights like this run up my wrists and up into my head and back down into the gut

We can't have all these people seeing that thing on your wrist, can we?

Jon smiled at him. "I'm sorry about your wrist. Robb used the same move on me once, only with a wooden blade. It hurt like seven hells, but yours must be worse. Look, if you want, I can show you how to defend that." Alliser Thorne overheard him. "Lord Snow wants to take my place now." He sneered. "I'd have an easier time teaching a wolf to juggle than you will training this aurochs." "I'll take that wager, Ser Alliser," Jon said. "I'd love to see Ghost juggle.

All I see are ankles and wrists--and FYI, you're pulling a Mileyfrickin'-Cyrus with that belly flash. Not attractive.

The only tattoos visible as she dug out her sketchbook and handed it over were the ones on her wrists like bracelets - a single word on each: true and story.

Is there a particular reason you keep biting vampires?" Will touched the dried blood on his wrists, and smiled. "They don't expect it." "Of course they don't. They know what happens when one of us consumes vampire blood. They probably expect you to have more sense." "That expectation never seems to serve them very well, does it?

Young Living Peace & Calming Essential Oil is one of my favorite oil blends. I have many of them but choose this one for my neck and wrists most often.

We sat and drank, each with a separate past locked up in him, and fate's alarm clocks set at unrelated futures -- when, at last, a wrist was cocked, and eyes of consorts met.

She started to reach for the door and was shocked to feel his fingers clamp down around her wrist. Shocked, not because she found his touch offensive, but because of the jolt of heat—of pure, sensual awareness—that brief connection sent through her body.

The difference between a helping hand and an outstretched palm is a twist of the wrist.

The best way to treat the watch, then, is to wear it.

Above the wrist? Or below the wrist?

She licked her lips and then wiped them on her hand, her dark lipstick staining her wrist like a suicide.