M Quotes
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“My blender is powered by saxophone music. I make smoothies that taste like ducks quacking.”
Source: Me and memes and memories
“My blessed California, you are so wise. You render death abstract, efficient, clean. Your afterlife is only real estate, And in his kingdom Death must stay unseen.”
Source: 99 Poems: New & Selected
“My blessing is I'm blessed with good health. If I weren't feeling good or if I didn't have the energy, then it's not that much fun. But this way, you can get away with murder because you're going to be 90 in January.”
“My blissful childhood was shattered without warning when I was about ten years old. One day, my father told me that he had spent seventeen years of his life in prisons, Gulag labor camps, and internal exile. At that moment, his confession became the greatest shock I had ever experienced.
“My father — the kindest and wisest man on earth — and suddenly this?” I refused to believe my own ears.
But my dad did not stop at the bare fact. He spoke of hunger, of cruelty, of utter powerlessness — and of his own horrific existence within a totalitarian, inhuman system.
— Volodymyr Shablia, Stone. Book One. Author's Preface
Context note:
This passage comes from the author’s preface and reflects a real childhood revelation that became the moral and emotional foundation of the novel. Learning that his father had survived years of prisons, labor camps, and exile under the Soviet totalitarian system, the author transformed personal memory into a literary quest to understand repression, trauma, and human endurance.”
Source: Камень. Биографический роман: Часть первая. Первые шаги к свету и обратно
“My block was due to two overlapping factors: laziness and lack of discipline.”
“My blogging life is basically goalless. I like the zen nature of that, and paradoxically, it improves results.”
“My blood froze as a creeping, leeching cold lurched by. I couldn't see anything, just a vague shimmering in the corner of my vision, but my horse stiffened beneath me. I willed my face in to blackness. Even the balmy spring woods seemed to recoil, to wither and freeze.
The cold thing whispered past, circling. I could see nothing, but I could feel it. And in the back of my mind, an ancient hollow voice whispered:
I will grind your bones between my claws; I will drink your marrow; I will feast on your flesh. I am what you fear; I am what you dread... Look at me. Look at me.
I tried to swallow, but my throat had closed up. I kept my eyes on the trees, on the canopy, on anything but the cold mass circling us again and again.
Look at me.
I wanted to look- I needed to see what it was.
Look at me.
I stared at the coarse trunk of a distant elm, thinking of pleasant things. Like hot bread and full bellies-
I will fill my belly with you. I will devour you. Look at me.
A starry, unclouded night sky, peaceful and glittering and endless Summer sunrise. A refreshing bath in a forest pool. Meetings with Issac, losing myself for an hour or two in his body, in our shared breaths.
It was all around us, so cold that my teeth chattered. Look at me.
I stared and stared at the ever-nearing tree trunk, not daring to blink. My eyes strained, filling with tears, and I let them fall, refusing to acknowledge the thing that lurked around us.
Look at me.
And just as I thought I would give in, when my eyes so much from not looking, the cold disappeared in to the brush, leaving a trail of still, recoiling plants behind. Only after Lucien exhaled and our horses shook their heads did I dare sag in my seat. Even the crocuses seemed to straighten.
'What was that?' I asked, brushing the tears from my face.
Lucien's face was still pale. 'You don't want to know.'
'Please. Was it that... Suriel you mentioned?'
Lucien's russet eye was dark as he answered hoarsely. 'No. It was a creature that should not be in these lands. We call it the Bogge. You can not hunt it, and you cannot kill it. Even with your beloved ash arrows.'
'Why can't I look at it?'
'Because when you look at it- when you acknowledge it- that's when it becomes real. That's when it can kill you.”
Source: A Court of Thorns and Roses
“My blood G cold, never seen my dad cry. And I'm a bleed your block til the cash dry!”
“My blood is a miracle that, from my veins, crosses the air in my heart into yours.”
“My blood is alive with many voices telling me I am made of longing.”
Source: Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems to God
“My blood is no different from that of other martyrs.”
“My blood is too thick for California: I have never been able to properly explain myself in this climate.”
Source: Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas: A Savage Journey to the Heart of the American Dream
“My blood rose, mixing with my lingering fear of the unknown to drive her to a fever pitch. Her lips touched my lower neck and vertigo spun the room, burning tracings of desire to settle deep and low in me. I exhaled into the promise of more to come, calling it to me. I breathed it in like smoke, the rising passion starting a feeling of abandonment inside. I didn’t care anymore if it was right or wrong. It just was.”
“My blood runs cold. Her savage stare and bloodied hands leave no doubts in my mind as she glares up at us from across the battlefield. This must be the fabled Queen of the Picts.”
Source: Dark Winds Rising
“My blood runs cold when I hear the 'great news' that we have found a marker for the Down's syndrome gene, which means we can identify it more easily. Why is that good news? It's only good news if you're going to terminate.”
“My blood runs just as red as yours does, and I love and hope and dream just like you do. we are not born better or worse than anyone else, we're born human, and we build ourselves up from the same ground floor”
Source: Cheating Death
“my blood runs pink
(for my sexuality that is mine to embrace, not yours to strike
with lightning bolts of change)
and red
(for the life i will continue to live, the life you cannot take
away from me)
and orange
(for my siblings who heal me with their love and
understanding, helping me piece myself back together after you tried
to break me)
and yellow
(for the sunlight from within that still manages to shine in
these dark times)
and green
(for existing in the natural, physical world when all you want
is my disappearance)
and blue
(for the serenity we bring amidst the disturbances we face)
and purple
(for my spirit, which won’t be broken)
(it can never be broken and you will never break us)”
Source: Have Some Pride: A Collection of LGBTQ+ Inspired Poetry
“My blood will only buy you that fool's regard. I will pay a high price for you to be respected by a churl. Nothing bought with blood is worth having, young man.”
Source: The Complete Soldier Son Trilogy: Shaman’s Crossing, Forest Mage, Renegade’s Magic
“My blood will speak on my behalf.”
“My blood. You’re a vampire… I’m a witch… you guys always want us. And you stalk me, always."
"True. But you like that.”
Source: Bewitched
“My blues are so simple, but so few people can play it right”
“My boarding school experience was the only thing I had strong enough feelings to write about for hundreds and hundreds of pages. I can still smell the formaldehyde of the fetal pigs in biology.”
“My boat is nearing the calm harbour from which it is never more to be driven out. Glory, glory unto Mother! (Referring to the Divine Mother of the Universe.) I have no wish, no ambition now. Blessed be Mother! I am the servant of Ramakrishna. I am merely a machine. I know nothing else. Nor do I want to know.”
“My boat is on the shore, And my bark is on the sea.”
Source: Delphi Complete Works of Lord Byron (Illustrated)
“My boat strikes something deep. At first sounds of silence, waves. Nothing has happened; Or perhaps everything has happened. and I am sitting in my new life.”
“My body aches for the memory of an intimacy from which it cannot recover.”
“My body and its condition are a barometer that is always trying to tell me which direction to go for my maximum creativity, health and fulfillment. And, because I'm human, I get off track now and again but I can always get back on.”
“My body and my arm will tell me when they're ready.”
“My body and my will are one.”
Source: The World as Will and Idea 1: Top of Schopenhauer
“My body becomes a raft and there's this part of me that wants just literally to go with the flow. To close my eyes and let it take me. But I know sooner or later I will have to get out, that I need to feel the earth beneath my feet, between my toes - the splinters, the bindi-eyes, the burning sensation of hot dirt, the sting of cuts, the twigs, the bites, the heat, the discomfort, the everything. I need desperately to feel it all, so when something wonderful happens, the contrast will be so massive that I will bottle the impact and keep it for the rest of my life.”
“My body betrays me. It seems to like this stranger’s eyes on me. I don’t want any part of it, but my body has a mind of its own.”
Source: Mountain Man Taken
“My body, blood, and soul fumed. I no longer felt the ground under my feet. I couldn’t see anything but him. The very heart in my chest burned and raged and set my skin ablaze. My fingers strained, feeling every spark, ember, and flame even through my bones. Water lined my eyes. “I don’t get what’s between us or what you want. It drives me mad.”
“Yeah? And don’t you think I hate it, too?” Laken stumbled back, shaking his head before aiming his glare back at me. Golden locks hung over his face, slightly damp from the rain. His eyes were as stormy as the sky above us and twice as fierce.
“It kills me,” he confessed; the muscles in his throat pulsed. Somehow, he’d dwindled the space between us. I could smell the honey and mint. The scent that once lingered on my bedsheets. “It kills me to see you and not touch you. It kills me to hear your voice knowing it won’t say my name like it once did.” Laken looked at me as if I was something more, something to be hurt for. “Being around you kills me.”
Each word, a wound.
Laken and I both panted, both toeing a dangerous line. Traitorous. Treacherous, even. But still, I pushed further.
Straightening my spine, I lifted my chin and scoffed. “Good,” I said, deep and slow. Daring to step closer, only inches remained. “I hope it hurts. I hope you pray for mercy. And I hope it leaves you aching when you go to bed. I will make it my life’s mission to ensure that you are in pain every day for the rest of your life, thinking about me.”
Laken devoured the distance parting us, leaving nothing but him and me. My eyes flicked to his lips, as his did to mine. Heart to heart, heat from his chest pummeled into me. I felt him so close, yet not close enough. Never close enough. Never far enough.
Our lips were separated by a thin line of love and hate.
And that line was beginning to blur.
Slowly, torturing ourselves, taunting ourselves, he whispered, “Do your worst.”
Source: Second Time's a Charm
“My body burns where he doesn't touch, and burns where he does.”
Source: Everything, Everything
“My body came with borders.
I've lost count of the times I wished I could share in sisterhood, could lay my head on an auntie's lap and know we bore the same weight. But I've borne a different burden, and I've borne it so long that, as I turn the barrette over in my hand, I don't yet have the heart to tell Aisha that I have tried all the ways I can think of to make myself fit in.”
Source: The Thirty Names of Night
“My body can't put anyone in jeopardy of not making money anymore - my body is just not on the table that way anymore.”
“My body cheerfully informed me that he felt really good pressed against me like that, all hard muscles and smooth contours and ominous bulges. My body liked the air of barely leashed strength and caged mayhem he was giving off. My body thought he smelled really good, like heat and coffee and electricity. My body was going to get me killed.”
Source: Tempt the Stars: A Cassie Palmer Novel
“My body comes to life in the presence of my former lover.” ~ Kat Roberts”
Source: Decode My Desires: Harris & Kat Part II
“My body contains the dirty secrets of professional astronomy.”
“My body could stand the crutches but my mind couldn't stand the sideline.”
“My body doesn't have any rhythm, you know. I've got quite good rhythm when I'm singing but my feet are very much two left feet.”
“My body feels anchoered to his, pointless without his prescence. Eventually he rises and heads inside, and I follow his lead. He sighs. 'Are you my shadow now?'.
I would like that, actually, but I don't tell him so.”
Source: The Water Cure
“My body felt alive.
I need more.
"Valkyrie," Fen growled, eyes locked on my mouth. "Put your lips back on mine, and I will give you what you crave.”
Source: Struck
“My body felt like tangled rubber bands and dried-out pens and sticky paper clips, like the contents of a drawer where you put the things you don't have anywhere else to put, and I knew that the mind and body are connected, and that my bodily sensations were just messages from my mind, but I just wished there was a box or a drawer or a hole in the ground where I could put all this, all this mind and body stuff that I didn't know what else to do with.”
Source: Nobody Is Ever Missing
“My body flopped to the ground as I
realized my doom. I was in love. Finally. It’s what every girl dreams about from the moment she starts
dreaming, to fall in love and be in love. Well I was in love, and I hated it.”
Source: Snowflake Obsidian: Memoir of a Cutter
“My body gets weak without truth.”
“My body gnaws at me from one side and my spirit gnaws at me from the other.”
“My body grew hot, then cold. I tried to eat the bed sheets. My heart beat madly. Every joint in my body ached. When I took the cure they took it all away from me.”
“My body had become that of an old liar, and my most spontaneous transports had begun to end in calculated maneuverings and delayed deliveries. It was no longer a question of self-esteem or pride; when I thought of breaking up with her, it was not to avoid some sort of discomfiture: it was a question of authenticity. I loved Laura too much to drag myself along on crutches in the wake of our love.”
Source: Au-delà de cette limite votre ticket n'est plus valable
“My body has acclimated, and now it craves what it should revile.
An apt metaphor for other things.”
Source: The Wicked King
“My body has always been one to fluctuate, and I've had to adapt my style accordingly.”