M Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with M. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“My hairstylist taught me a trick for my hair. You section off your hair and put them up in these crazy little knots and then it looks like you curled your hair. It's saved me so much time 'cause on the road you don't have time or plugs to plug your curling iron in.”
“MY HALF BROTHER IS 69 INCHES TALL. (seriously.) HES A YEAR YOUNGER THAN ME. WHAT ARE THEY FEEDING THESE GERMANS.”
“My half-baked reading of history is that we continue to go through these waves of entrepreneurial explosion followed by merger mania and consolidation. Out of that come big sluggish companies that eventually collapse under the weight of what they've created, and are killed off by the next wave of entrepreneurs.”
“My Halloween costume was so bad that people opened their doors and took candy from me.”
Source: DELETE2
“My Hallway" remarked Lord Akeldama,"Has never seen such lively action. And That, my sugarplums, is saying something!”
Source: Timeless: Book 5 of The Parasol Protectorate
“My halo-halo chia seed parfait and ube scones with coconut jam were specifically requested, as well as some sort of cake. Instead of my usual calamansi chia seed muffins, I could try a calamansi lavender loaf, to advertise our spring menu. Though if it's for breakfast, maybe coffee cake would be more appropriate. Coffee cakes usually had streusel and cinnamon, so a salabat streusel would be quick and easy to whip up.”
Source: Murder and Mamon
“My Hamlet,” I say. It doesn’t matter. Right now, she’s all that matters. “I may just be a cowardly skull, but I’m here,”
Source: I Fell in Love With Hope
“My Hamlet was about as alienated as you can get. Mine was a bitter and lonely prince. Valid, I think, but maybe tough to root for. I think that romance was missing.”
“My hand aching because grace wasn't underneath it 3!”
“My hand and pen are not in plight,
As they have been of yore.”
“My hand does the work and I dont have to think; in fact, were I to think, it would stop the flow. Its like a dam in the brain that bursts.”
“My hand feels touched as well as it touches; reality says this, and nothing more.”
“My hand has become the obedient instrument of a remote will.”
Source: The Diaries of Paul Klee, 1898-1918
“My hand is clutching Sebastian's, although I'm not sure he's even aware of it after all we've been through.”
Source: Dead Over Heels
“My hand is cramping up as I go into a whirl writing out rebuttal points. I glance at the audience again and my eyes connect with Tia and for one second, one minuscule nanosecond, I detect we're on the same wavelength: she's also worried we'll lose. It's the only time we're connected together against another object - not each other.”
Source: Does My Head Look Big in This?
“My hand is entirely the implement of a distant sphere. It is not my head that functions but something else, something higher, something somewhere remote. I must have great friends there, dark as well as bright. They are all very kind to me.”
“My hand is the extension of the thinking process - the creative process.”
“My hand is very tired but I want to go on writing. I keep resting and thinking. All day I have been two people - the me imprisoned in yesterday and the me out here on the mound; and now there is a third me trying to get in - the me in what is going to happen next.”
Source: I Capture The Castle
“My hand lingers in spite of itself; a hovering dragonfly above a cluster of dainties. A Plexiglas tray with a lid protects them; the name of each piece is lettered on the lid in fine, cursive script. The names are entrancing: Bitter orange cracknell. Apricot marzipan roll. Cerisette russe. White rum truffle. Manon blanc. Nipples of Venus. I feel myself flushing beneath the mask. How could anyone order something with a name like that? And yet they look wonderful, plumply white in the light of my torch, tipped with darker chocolate. I take one from the top of the tray. I hold it beneath my nose; it smells of cream and vanilla. No one will know. I realize that I have not eaten chocolate since I was a boy, more years ago than I can remember, and even then it was a cheap grade of chocolat à croquer, fifteen percent cocoa solids- twenty for the dark- with a sticky aftertaste of fat and sugar. Once or twice I bought Süchard from the supermarket, but at five times the price of the other, it was a luxury I could seldom afford. This is different altogether; the brief resistance of the chocolate shell as it meets the lips, the soft truffle inside.... There are layers of flavor like the bouquet of a fine wine, a slight bitterness, a richness like ground coffee; warmth brings the flavor to life, and it fills my nostrils, a taste succubus that has me moaning.”
Source: Chocolat
“My hand moves because certain forces--electric, magnetic, or whatever 'nerve-force' may prove to be--are impressed on it by my brain. This nerve-force, stored in the brain, would probably be traceable, if Science were complete, to chemical forces supplied to the brain by the blood, and ultimately derived from the food I eat and the air I breathe.”
Source: Delphi Complete Works of Lewis Carroll (Illustrated)
“My hand seemed arrested by a silent veto.”
Source: Churchill: The Power of Words
“My hand shakes and some of the coffee I was bringing toward my mouth slips out of the cup and onto the table. Starving? This handsome CEO with his Jaguar and penthouse suite was starving?”
Source: The Power of Salvation
“My hand slid into his. The warmth of his hand surrounded mine and made me wish Carson Boulevard was miles more than six lanes wide. He let my hand go when we made it to the sidewalk.”
Source: One Night
“My hand trembles, my heart does not.”
“My hand was on the door handle when for a split second out of nowhere I was terrified, blue-blazing terrified, fear dropping straight through me like a jagged black stone falling fast. I'd felt this before, in the limbo instants before I moved out of my aunt's house, lost my virginity, took my oath as a police officer: those instants when the irrevocable thing you wanted so much suddenly turns real and solid, inches away and speeding at you, a bottomless river rising and no way back once it's crossed. I had to catch myself back from crying out like a little kid drowning in terror, I don't want to do this any more.”
Source: The Likeness
“My hand was shaking as I accepted that perfect hand. I honestly felt that I had sold my soul the moment I felt his hand encircle mine. I was now utterly his; I felt it down to the very marrow of my bones.”
Source: Claimed by the Elven King: The Complete Edition
“My hand went straight to the rusk tin, but then my brain said, "Face your stuff, don't stuff your face.”
Source: The Milk Tart Murders
“My hand will always be imperfect because it's human… I think that's where the beauty is.”
“My handicap has never mattered to you, has it?" she asked.
His hands slipped to her waist and held her, but didn't pull her any closer. "About as much as the part of town I come from matters to you.”
“My handicap will be a weapon of seduction? Do you really think so?”
Source: La Mécanique du cœur
“My handicap? Man, I am a one-eyed, black Jew! That's my handicap!”
“My handicap? Woods and irons.”
“My handling of the situation with Jake proved that I was the same girl from eight years ago. I'd just gained a stone and lost my love for Shayne Ward.”
Source: The Broken Hearts Book Club
“My hands and ears get me where I need to go.”
“My hands are clean, but my heart has somewhat of impurity.”
“My hands are clean, but not because I wasn't prepared to bloody them.”
Source: Shadow of the Giant
“My hands are dirty because I carry colours in my pockets”
“My hands are dirty because I have dreams in my pocket”
“My hands are dying.”
“My hands are flowing like sunlight. The shapes and colors are astounding. I don't understand these images that are empowering me. My brush touches the canvas like photons to the earth, and a new world develops, free from my control, yet intrinsically dependent upon me. I am sweating with elation. I have no idea what I am doing, or what it is my hands are trying to see. There is so much strength in this clarity I am overpowered by the independence of it.”
Source: This Side of a Wilderness
“My hands are full when you give me your hand.”
Source: The Book of Questions: Volume II [Yaël; Elya; Aely; El, Or the Last Book]
“My hands are guilty, but my heart is free.”
Source: Selections from the poetry of Dryden, including his plays and translations. [The editor's preface signed: C. B., i.e. Charles Bathurst.]
“My hands are heavy and most importantly they are very fast. I have been called the fastest white man alive. I don't work submissions and not because I am trying to prove something I'm just frankly not very good at 'em. I am very good at getting away. I've never fought anybody whether it was in practice or competition who could hold me down. Even if I thought I could get a submission I'm not laying underneath a grown man with my legs spread on worldwide T.V. Some guys subscribe to that theory but I am a Republican and we don't do that”
“My hands are huge. When I was on 'Scrubs,' Zach Braff used to make fun of them all the time. And now I made some list. I guess Jennifer Garner is on the top of the list for best hands and I'm fourth down. But that's for people who really like an NBA star's hands.”
“My hands are of your color, but I shame to wear a heart so white.”
Source: The Tragedy of Macbeth
“My hands are replete
with burns and bruises
from the spears of those
who You lovingly created
in Your image just as I was crested.”
“My hands are shaking. he captures them and kisses my knuckles with a kind of reverence. ¨I want to tell you so many lies,¨ he says. I shudder, and my heart hammers as his hands skim over my skin,one sliding between my thighs. I mirror him, fumbling with the buttons of his breeches. He helps me push them down, his tail curling against his leg then twisting to coil against mine, soft as a whisper. I reach over to slide my hand over the flat plane of his stomach. I dont let myself hesitate, but my inexperince is obvious. His skin is hot under my palm, against my calluses. His fingers are too clever by half. I feel as though i am drowning in sensation. His eyes are open, watching my flushed face, my ragged breathing. I try to stop myself from making embarassing noises. Its more intimate than the way hes touching me, to be looked at like that. I hate that he knows what hes doing and i dont. I hate being vulnerable. I hate that I throw my head back, barring my throat. I hate the way i cling to him, the nails of one hand digging into his back, my thoughts splintering, and the single last thing in my head: that i like him better than ive ever liked anyone and that of all the things hes ever done to me, making me like him so much is by far the worst.
pages 145-146”
Source: The Wicked King
“My hands are small, but they're not yours, they are my own... I am never broken.”
“My hands are squeezed into fists by my side. Every cell in my body is screaming at me to rush down the aisle and take her. To throw her over my shoulder and bring her back to London.”
Source: Need
“My hands are the only hands that should be on her. And only after she begs.”
Source: Claimed by Him