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Held Quotes (page 26)

I forgot to mention,” Father Christopher said, smiling seraphically at Sir Martin, “that I am also a priest. So let me offer you a blessing.” He pulled out a golden crucifix that had been hidden beneath his shirt and held it toward Lord Slayton’s men. “May the peace and love of our Lord Jesus Christ,” he said, “comfort and sustain you while you take your farting mouths and your turd-reeking presence out of our sight.” He waved a sketchy cross toward the horsemen. “And thus farewell. Bernard Cornwell
Anne Sexton quote: "The little girl skipped by under the wrinkled oak leaves and..."
The little girl skipped by under the wrinkled oak leaves and held fast to a replica of herself. Anne Sexton
It was no longer her absence that wounded me, but my growing indifference to it. Forgetting, however calming, was also a reminder of infidelity to what I had at one time held so dear. Alain de Botton
William Shakespeare quote: "For he is superstitious grown of late, Quite from the main..."
For he is superstitious grown of late, Quite from the main opinion he held once. Of fantasy, of dreams, and ceremonies. William Shakespeare
Ranger clicked his penlight on. "Hang onto me if you can't see." I curled me hand into the back of his cargo pants just above his gun belt. "I'm good to go."He was still for a beat. "You could have held on to my jacket," he said. "Would you rather I do that?"No. Not even a little. Janet Evanovich
I got out my jar of ointment. I knew animators who had special containers for the ointment. Crockery, hand-blown glass, mystical symbols carved into the sides. I used an old Mason jar that had once held Grandma Blake's green beans. Larry fished out a peanut butter jar with the label still on it. Extra-crunchy. Yum-Yum. Laurell K. Hamilton
E. M. Forster quote: "The sun was already declining and each of the trees held a..."
The sun was already declining and each of the trees held a premonition of night. E. M. Forster
I held herwrists and then I got it through the eyes: hatred, centuries deep and true. I was wrong and graceless andsick. all the things I had learned had been wasted. there was no creature living as foul as Iand all my poems werefalse. Charles Bukowski
The female form provides the solution in which the essence itself is held; she is passio, and acted upon, the male is actio, the mover. Marina Warner
For so many centuries, the exchange of gifts has held us together. It has made it possible to bridge the abyss where language struggles. Barry Lopez
At heart, he could not abide sense in women: he liked to see them as silly, as light-headed, as vain, as open to ridicule as possible; because they were then in reality what he held them to be, and wished them to be,--inferior: toys to play with, to amuse a vacant hour and to be thrown away. Charlotte Bronte
Stephen King quote: "Twas something else. I had come to hate her, you see. I had..."
Twas something else. I had come to hate her, you see. I had come to wish her dead, and that was what held me back. Stephen King
Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves. And Immortality. We slowly drove, he knew no haste, And I had put away. My labour, and my leisure too, For his civility. We passed the school where children played, Their lessons scarcely done; We passed the fields of gazing grain, We passed the setting sun. We paused before a house that seemed. A swelling of the ground; The roof was scarcely visible, The cornice but a mound. Since then 'tis... Emily Dickinson
..and looking up into Abednego's face she fought a battle inside herself with the thing that it was, a sort of grabbing thing, and then she held Gertrude out to him. "You have her," she said. Elizabeth Goudge
Wait." He paused, and she held out a hand to him. His thick fingers engulfed her tapering ones; his skin was warm and dry, and scorched her. "Before we go pick up poor Lieutenant Illyan again..." He took her in his arms, and they kissed, for the first time, for a long time. "Oh," she muttered after. "Perhaps that was a mistake. It hurts so much when you stop." "Well, let me..." his hand stroked her hair, gently, then desperately wrapped itself in a shimmering coil; they kissed again. Lois McMaster Bujold

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