Shaef Patch Quotes

#1. Oh, come on. Drama is just life with the dull bits cut out."
"Well, I'm ready for a long patch of boredom. #Quote by D.L. Orton

#2. That was a charming invitation," she murmured, then arched a brow when the man peeled open his fly patch and wagged his personality at her. "Oh, look, kitty. A teeny-tiny little penis." She smiled, leaned just a bit closer. "Better take care of it, asshole, or my pussy here might mistake it for a teeny-tiny little mouse and bite it off." It made her feel better to see what there was of his pride and joy shrivel before he closed his flaps. #Quote by J.D. Robb

#3. In a patch of silver the Rev. Carlisle stopped and raised his face to the full moon, where it hung desolately, agonizingly bright - a dead thing, watching the dying earth. #Quote by William Lindsay Gresham

#4. She wasn't sure when she realized that she wasn't alone. She'd heard a louder murmur from the crowd outside, but she hadn't connected it with the door opening. She looked over her shoulder and saw Tate standing against the back wall. He was wearing one of those Armani suits that looked so splendid on his lithe build, and he had his trenchcoat over one arm. He was leaning back, glaring at the ceremony. Something was different about him, but Cecily couldn't think what. It wasn't the vivid bruise high up on his cheek where Matt had hit him. But it was something…Then it dawned on her. His hair was cut short, like her own. He glared at her.
Cecily wasn't going to cower in her seat and let him think she was afraid to face him. Mindful of the solemnity of the occasion, she got up and joined Tate by the door.
"So you actually came. Bruises and all," she whispered with a faintly mocking smile, eyeing the very prominent green-and-yellow patch on his jaw that Matt Holden had put there.
He looked down at her from turbulent black eyes. He didn't reply for a minute while he studied her, taking in the differences in her appearance, too. His eyes narrowed on her short hair. She thought his eyelids flinched, but it might have been the light.
His eyes went back to the ceremony. He didn't say another word. He didn't really need to. He'd cut his hair. In his culture-the one that part of him still belonged to-cutting the hair was a sign of grief.
She could feel the way it #Quote by Diana Palmer

#5. Cheshvan starts tonight," Rixon said, "What are you doing arsing around in a graveyard?"
"Thinking."
"Thinking?"
"A process by which I use my brain to make a rational decision. #Quote by Becca Fitzpatrick

#6. It was foolish to feel like a girl getting ready for a date. Gennie told herself that as she unlocked the door to the cottage.She'd told herself the same thing as she'd driven away from town...as she'd turned down the quiet lane.
It was a spur of the moment cookout-two adults,a steak,and a bottle of burgundy that may or may not have been worth the price. A person would have to look hard to find any romance in charcoal, lighter fluid and some freshly picked greens from a patch in the backyard. Not for the first time, Gennie thought it a pity her imagination was so expansive.
It had undoubtedly been imagination that had brought on that rush of feeling in the churhcyard. A little unexpected tenderness, a soft breeze and she heard bells. Silly.
Gennie set the bags on the kitchen counter and wished she'd bought candles. Candlelight would make even that tidy,practical little kitchen seem romantic.And if she had a radio, there could be music... #Quote by Nora Roberts

#7. Are you crazy?" I said.
"Crazy about you."
"Patch!"
"Don't worry, we've got time."
"How do you know?"
He staggered back a step, with his hand over his heart. "Your lack of faith hurts. #Quote by Becca Fitzpatrick

#8. Women are usually only interesting to studio executives when they are fecund, between the ages of 15 and 30. I decided to get through the really tough patch, around 50, by just cutting my price and playing ten years older. I didn't want to have to wait until I was an old lady to play one. #Quote by Tyne Daly

#9. Angel ... I don't think you understand the lengths I would go to if it means keeping you here with me.'
-Patch (PG 262) #Quote by Becca Fitzpatrick

#10. He felt warm and familiar. He felt solid and safe. I wanted to cling to his shirt, bury my face into the warm curve of his neck, and never let go. #Quote by Becca Fitzpatrick

#11. How every patch of light and shadow from the moon seemed deep and lovely. Calm or storm, it didn't matter. It was exquisite and mysterious, just because it was night. I wonder now how I lost it, the mysteriousness, the wonder. It faded steadily until one day it was entirely gone, and night became just dark, and the moon was only something that waxed and waned and heralded a changing in the weather. And rain just washed out graveled roads. The glitter was gone. #Quote by Grau, Shirley Ann

#12. The rage of the Beast Lord was a terrible thing to behold. Some people stormed, some punched things, but Curran slipped into this icy, bone-chilling calm. His face hardened into a flat mask, and his eyes turned into a molten inferno of pure gold. If you looked at it for longer than two seconds, your muscles locked, your knees shook, and you had to fight to keep from cringing. It was easier to look at the floor,
but I didn't. Besides, he wasn't angry with me. He wasn't even angry with Kate. He was angry with Anapa. I had no doubt that if he could've gotten a hold of the god at that moment, he would've broken him in half.
"It's only ribs," Kate told him. "And they're not even broken. They are fractured."
"And the hip," Doolittle said. "And the knee."
There you go. Don't expect mercy from a honeybadger.
"How long do you need to keep her?" Curran looked to Doolittle.
"She can go to her quarters, provided she doesn't leave them," Doolittle said. "I can't do anything else with the magic down. She must stay down until I can patch her up."
"She will." Curran reached for Kate. "Hey, baby. Ready?"
She nodded. Curran slid his hands under her and picked her up, gently, as if she weighed nothing.
"Good?" he asked.
She put her arm around him. "Never better. #Quote by Ilona Andrews

#13. I had no systematic way of learning but proceeded like a quilt maker, a patch of knowledge here a patch there but lovingly knitted. I would hungrily devour the intellectual scraps and leftovers of the learned. #Quote by Ishmael Reed

#14. Most of the lights were burning brightly, but near the center of the spool was a patch of unlit bulbs - a substantia nigra deep inside the tangle. #Quote by Jonathan Franzen

#15. Looking for a snack? Try wheat or a wheat by-product. Dinner? Wheat &/or its by-product. Trying to patch a leaky roof? We have just the thing for you, and we also have its by-product. #Quote by Joseph Fink

#16. the poem is a dice throw
on a patch of darkness
that may or may not glow #Quote by Mahmoud Darwish

#17. I think my government are fascists. I feel that if we don't change from a society that worships money and power over to one that worships compassion and generosity, there is no hope for human survival this century. #Quote by Patch Adams

#18. Jason grins. "I'd never miss your birthday. Remember last year?"

"Ugh! I thought I'd never thaw out after we went skiing in a blizzard. We were stranded for three days in that cabin we found in the woods."

"Aw, come on, you didn't even get frostbite. I took care of you."

"At least I didn't end up with any broken limbs. That time."

"I still can't believe we went snow-boarding on East Pillar Mountain Loop. That's a tough trail, and then you broke your arm slipping in the parking lot on the way to the truck."

My muscles were exhausted, and carrying my board on my shoulder, I wasn't watching where I was going. I didn't see the patch of ice. "Remember when you took me spelunking?"

"I had no idea that bear was in there."

"I can't remember ever being that scared."

"But it was fun! Come on. We can't break tradition. #Quote by Rita J. Webb

#19. But, Doc, I'm not fourteen any more, and I'm not Lulamae. But the terrible part is (and I realized it while we were standing there) I am. I'm still stealing turkey eggs and running through a brier patch. Only now I call it having the mean reds. #Quote by Truman Capote

#20. I was sitting in my lab, my hand spread open on the table, while the skull examined my palm.

I'd worn a mark there for years--an unblemished patch of skin amidst all the burn scars, in the perfect shape of the angelic sigil that was Lasciel's name.

The mark was gone.

In its place was just an irregular patch of unburned skin.

"It looks like there's no mark there anymore," Bob said.

I sighed. "Thank you, Bob," I said. "It's good to have a professional opinion."

"Well, what did you expect?" Bob said. The skull swiveled around on the table and tilted up to look at my face. "Hmmmmm. And you say the entity isn't responding to you anymore?"

"No. And she's always jumped every time I said frog."

"Interesting," Bob said.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well, from what you told me, this psychic attack the entity blocked for you was quite severe."

I shivered, remembering. "Yeah."

"And the process she used to accelerate your brain and shield you was traumatic as well."

"Right. She said it could cause me brain damage."

"Uh-huh," Bob said. "I think it did."

"Huh?"

"See what I mean?" Bob asked cheerfully. "You're thicker already."

"Harry get hammer," I said. "Smash stupid talky skull. #Quote by Jim Butcher

#21. His finger flicked open a button on my cardigan-then two, three, four. It tumbled off my shoulders, leaving me in my camisole. He pushed up the hem, teasing and stroking his thumb across my stomach. My breath came in a sharp intake of air. #Quote by Becca Fitzpatrick

#22. I will not service your sister," he told her flatly, unable to think of anything else to say.
Elina laughed. "She does not want servicing. At least not from you."
"But when I came into your room earlier - "
"It gets cold on Steppes. We share beds. We share food. We do not share cocks. There is no cock sharing among the Daughters of the Steppes. That is disgusting."
"So then earlier . . ."
"She was inviting you to nap with us, like our brothers and cousins sometimes do. But not fuck."
"Oh."
"You sound disappointed."
"No. Just depressingly relieved."
"What?"
"Beautiful sisters invite me to bed - I usually dive in headfirst. A little time away with you and suddenly I'm . . . my father."
"I like your father. Now he is charming. You are dolt with ineffective travel-cow and cousin that keeps trying to dress me like doll."
"Is that where you got that eye patch from?"
"Yes."
"It's a nice color on you. #Quote by G.A. Aiken

#23. Deacon grinned and raised his hand. There was a moment's hesitation, a few seconds where Deacon wasn't sure whether he could really do it. Then he brought his hand down, smacking the center of Mark's ass. Mark's breath hitched, but other than that, nothing much happened. The spot Deacon had slapped was barely pink. "Was that okay?" Deacon asked.
"Was what okay?" Mark asked, lifting his head.
"Uh, the way I did that?"
"Did you do something?"
"What do you mean?"
"I might be wrong, mate, but isn't a spanking supposed to hurt a bit? You've got arm muscles; why don't you use th - "
The crack of Deacon's palm against Mark's flesh made Deacon cringe - not out of sympathy for Mark so much as fear that the entire house had heard it. Mark bucked, and the pink patch that appeared on his right cheek was quite satisfying. "Better?" Deacon asked.
"God. Fuck. Yes. Better," Mark said into the pillow. #Quote by Lisa Henry

#24. So he pointed to the unit patch on his uniform shirt and said, "U.S. . . . Air Force . . . American." The sturdy, gray-haired woman nodded and seemed relieved, understanding Musgrove. The women nodded their heads and pointed to themselves, saying, "Yugoslavian. #Quote by Gregory A. Freeman

#25. Anything, everything, can be learned if you can just get yourself in a little patch of real ground, real nature, real wood, real anything ? and just sit still and watch. #Quote by Lauren Hutton

#26. We have to wonder, if there is a multiverse, in some other patch of that multiverse are there creatures? #Quote by Janna Levin

#27. Any happiness, no matter how brief, seemed better than the long, simmering torture of waking up day after day, knowing I could never have him. #Quote by Becca Fitzpatrick

#28. We need each other, deeper than anyone ever dares to admit even to themselves. I think it is a genetic imperative that we huddle together and hold on to each other. There is no question in my mind that there is nothing else in life, really, than friendship. #Quote by Patch Adams

#29. Did I really want to stay on this road longer, knowing it was only going to end in devastation? #Quote by Becca Fitzpatrick

#30. And so it stood, a warm and vivid patch in his life, casting a radiance that glowed in a thousand recollections. #Quote by James Hilton