M Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with M. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“my lion is fed, I sleep at his side.”
“My lips and eyes and heart were stinging when you kissed me in the dark. — Jack Garton to Jennifer Hammer, 2008 (age 24)”
Source: Where the Nights Are Twice as Long: Love Letters of Canadian Poets
“My lips are big, but my talent is bigger.”
“My lips are chapped from the winds of change.”
Source: Radio On: A Listener's Diary
“My lips are fierce with passion. My heart spins fiery beats. A rhythm lives within my fingers and dances in my feet.”
“My lips are huge, I'm Mangelina Jolie.”
“My lips are just forming his name when his fingers lock around my throat.”
Source: The Hunger Games Trilogy
“My lips are like camera for her, whenever I click her with my lips, she smiles.”
“My lips got lost on the way to the kiss - that's how drunk I was.”
“my lips never know my problem they just always smile”
“My lips on your body trace the story of my love.”
Source: Sing
“My lips part, wanting to tell him a story, wanting to kiss him more than I want to breathe”
Source: Only for Him
“My lips still quiver when I think about her smile.”
Source: Write like no one is reading 2
“My lips twitched into a righteous smile. I felt godlike. Justified. Valko would pay for his crimes here and now, and I wound not weep with regret.”
Source: Crystal Blade
“My lips went inside the sheep's fur. It was my first kiss. What is this. Why did the staff make me do this?!”
“My lips, I've used collagen. I line my lips with collagen.”
“My list of things I never pictured myself saying when I pictured myself as a parent has grown over the years.”
Source: Whole child, whole parent
“My List of Virtues contain'd at first but twelve: But a Quaker Friend having kindly inform'd me that I was generally thought proud; that my Pride show'd itself frequently in Conversation; that I was not content with being in the right when discussing any Point, but was overbearing & rather insolent; of which he convinc'd me by mentioning several Instances; - I determined endeavouring to cure myself ..., and I added Humility to my List, giving an extensive Meaning to the Word.”
“My list would be Russia, Morocco, Turkey, and South Africa I'm doing which is somewhere I've wanted to go, Australia, Japan maybe, and China, if I have the energy to go and play at all those places.”
“My literary career kicked off in 1956 when, as a resident of Swansea, South Wales, I published my first novel, 'Lucky Jim.”
“My literary career was a fluke. Utterly unexpected.”
“My literary criticism has become less specifically academic. I was really writing literary history in The New Poetic, but my general practice of writing literary criticism is pretty much what it always has been. And there has always been a strong connection between being a writer - I feel as though I know what it feels like inside and I can say I've experienced similar problems and solutions from the inside. And I think that's a great advantage as a critic, because you know what the writer is feeling.”
“My literary success meant nothing to me”
“My litter sister looks up at me.
Mom was right. Her eyes are the same as they've always been. Brown eyes fringed with long lashes and steeped with the memory of sweetness and light, laughter and joy - trapped in this mangled corpse-like face.
"It's all right, baby girl," I whisper into her hair as I hug her. "I'm here. I came for you."
Her face crumples and her eyes shine. "You came for me."
I stroke her hair. It's as silky as ever.”
Source: World After
“My littermates said I was too small...too weak. But I have proven them wrong. I've learned how to live for blood. Because that's the key. The only answer. I am leader of BloodClan. I am Scourge. And I have won!”
Source: The Rise of Scourge
“My little animal secrets must remain my little animal secrets. How I do my nails, that is really my business.”
“My little boy (Sasha) is now one-year-old and that makes it easier for me to go back to the studio and work on creating new music.”
“My little boy loves mambo, and my daughter, besides Justin Bieber, likes bachata - in our house, we're always singing.”
“My little boy Sonny makes me laugh all the time. He has good comedic timing.”
“My little boy was no more and even though he'd come home for vacations, our relationship would never be quite the same. Just as he would have to learn to be an adult in the world, so would I have to learn to live without him.”
Source: The Metcalfe Family Album: The Unforgettable Saga of an American Family
“My little brother and I took piano lessons at a young age and played music together later on in life just to play around at home until we decided to make a record. Eventually we started having more and more songs.”
“My little brother is autistic, so I would love to be involved in a charity for autism, but I haven't found the right one yet.”
“My little brother Paul. He owns his own floor sanding business called Silly P Hardwood Floors and hes really good.”
“My little brute,
You look so radiant in the picture at the back of your novel. I look at it all the time.
I cannot keep you out of my mind. You are a temptress. I can see it in your eyes. You are screaming out for a man to touch you like you deserve. You deserve to be treated like a queen, but not just that. I will make you feel like a dirty harlot, and you are going to like it.
I am a beast, locked in a cage. But when I finally get out, you will be mine and mine alone. Say goodbye to hubby dearest, for he will be gone soon…”
Source: Bloody Fingers & Red Lipstick
“My little children, your hearts, are small, but prayer stretches them and makes them capable of loving God. Through prayer we receive a foretaste of heaven and something of paradise comes down upon us. Prayer never leaves us without sweetness. It is honey that flows into the souls and makes all things sweet. When we pray properly, sorrows disappear like snow before the sun.”
“My little circle of friends know how twisted my brain is. I'm constantly reading and people always think, 'Ah, we didn't know that about you,' but that's part of my charm.”
“My little computer said such a funny thing this morning.”
“My little cousin Jimmy told me in jail he was a drag queen.”
“My little cousin tells me I look like Magneto so I guess that's who I should probably play.”
“My little cup brims with tiddles.”
Source: Lolita
“My little dog - a heartbeat at my feet.”
“My little dog, he did not get ill. It is so funny that people get ill on a boat and dogs do not.”
“My little donkey, if I hadn't shown up, your fate would have been sealed. Love has saved you. Is there anything else that could erase the innate fears of a donkey and send him to rescue you from certain death? No. That is the only one. With a call to arms, I, Ximen Donkey, charged down the ridge and headed straight for the wolf that was tailing my beloved. My hooves kicked up sand and dust as I raced down from my commanding position; no wolf, not even a tiger, could have avoided the spearhead aimed at it. It saw me too late to move out of the way, and I thudded into it, sending it head over heels. Then I turned around and said to my donkey, "Do not fear my dear, I am here!”
Source: Life and Death Are Wearing Me Out
“My little friend Grildrig; you have made a most admirable panegyrick upon your country. You have clearly proved that ignorance, idleness, and vice, are the proper ingredients for qualifying a legislator. That laws are best explained, interpreted, and applied by those whose interest and abilities lie in perverting, confounding, and eluding them. I observe among you, some lines of an institution, which in its original might have been tolerable; but these half erased, and the rest wholly blurred and blotted by corruptions. It doth not appear, from all you have said, how any one perfection is required towards the procurement of any one station among you...I cannot but conclude the bulk of your natives, to be the most pernicious race of little odious vermin that nature ever suffered to crawl upon the surface of the earth.”
Source: Gulliver’s Travels
“My little girl, I would face a dozen storms far worse than this to keep your soul as stainless as snow; for it is the small temptations which undermine integrity, unless we watch and pray, and never think them too trivial to be resisted.”
Source: Rose in Bloom: A Sequel to Eight Cousins
“My little girls are the most beautiful women in the world. I am a lucky, lucky man. I will spend every day making sure that they know this.”
“My little girls can break my heart. They can make me cry just looking at them eating their string beans.”
“My little man,” she said.
“No.”
She stretched out her hand to him. “Come.”
“I can’t,” he said.
“Sam, I’m your mother. I love you. Come with me.”
“Mom…”
“Just reach out to me. I’m safe. I can carry you away, out of this place.”
Sam shook his head slowly, slowly, like he was drowning in molasses. Something was happening to time. Astrid wasn’t breathing. Nothing was moving. The whole world was frozen.
“It will be like it was,” his mother said.
“It was never…,” he began. “You lied to me. You never told me…”
“I never lied,” she said, and frowned at him, disappointed.
“You never told me I had a brother. You never told—”
“Just come with me,” she said, impatient now, jerking her hand a little like she would when he was a little kid and refused to take her hand to cross the street. “Come with me now, Sam. You’ll be safe and out of this place.”
He reacted instinctively, the little boy again, reacted to the “mommy” voice, the “obey me” voice. He reached for her, stretched his hand out to her.
And pulled it back.
“I can’t,” Sam whispered. “I have someone I have to stay here for.”
Anger flashed in his mother’s eyes, a green light, surreal, before she blinked and it was gone.
And then, out of the bleached, unreal world, Caine stepped into the eerie light.
Sam’s mother smiled at Caine, and he stared at her wonderingly. “Nurse Temple,” Caine said.
“Mom,” she corrected. “It’s time for both my boys to join me, to come away with me. Out of this place.”
Caine seemed spellbound, unable to tear his gaze away from the gentle, smiling face, the piercing blue eyes.
“Why?” Caine asked in a small child’s voice.
Their mother said nothing. Once again, for just a heartbeat, her blue eyes glowed a toxic green before returning to cool, icy blue.
“Why him and not me?” Caine asked.
“It’s time to come with me now,” their mother insisted. “We’ll be a family. Far from here.”
“You first, Sam,” Caine said. “Go with your mother.”
“No,” Sam said.
Caine’s face darkened with rage. “Go, Sam. Go. Go. Go with her.” He was shouting now. He seemed to want to grab Sam physically, push him toward the mother they had not quite shared, but his movements were odd, disjointed, a jerky stick figure in a dream.
Caine gave up trying. “Jack told you,” he said dully.
“No one told me anything,” Sam said. “I have things I have to do here.”
Their mother extended her arms to them, angry, demanding to be heeded. “Come to me. Come to me.”
Caine shook his head slowly. “No.”
“But you’re the man of the house now, Sam,” his mother wheedled. “My little man. Mine.”
“No,” Sam said. “I’m my own man.”
“And I was never yours,” Caine sneered. “Too late now, Mother.”
The face of their mother wavered. The tender flesh seemed to break apart in jigsaw-puzzle pieces. The gently smiling, pleading mouth melted, collapsed inward. In its place a mouth ringed with needle-sharp teeth. Eyes filled with green fire.
“I’ll have you yet,” the monster raged with sudden violence.
Caine stared in horror. “What are you?”
“What am I?” the monster mocked him savagely. “I’m your future. You’ll come to me on your own in the dark place, Caine. You will come willingly to me.”
“My little notebooks were beginnings - they were the ground into which I dropped the seed... I would work in this way when I was out in the crowds, then put the stuff together at home.”
“My little Renoirs. Matisse describes having seen Renoir make these tiny canvases. When he had finished working, he would use up the color left in his brushes on them.”
Source: Past tense: diaries