I used to be more of a bruiser. I wanted to run through people. Now I try to run around them. — Le'Veon Bell Copy Share Image
“They go in a vase. On the nighstand by your bed. Or on the kitchen table. Or on the coffee table in… — Faith Hunter Copy Share Image
“Bruiser stared in the mirror hanging in his locker and ran a comb through his blond hair, wishing he had dark hair… — Jami Davenport Copy Share Image
I'm about to commence four years of obeying the cause of a bruiser on a horse. I refuse to put down what… — Tamora Pierce Copy Share Image
All my life I’ve been a lady bruiser, a wrong chooser, school refuser, drug abuser, born loser; clothes bummy, nose runny, it… — Big L Copy Share Image
“Your parents thought about it, and the name they came up with for their child was Bruiser?” “Aren’t” — T.S. Joyce Copy Share Image
“I only remember fighting Ozzy O'Dell once. It was back in second grade. He threw these weird windmill-like punches, which was probably… — Neal Shusterman Copy Share Image
“He sure as hell hadn’t expected to walk into the middle of a standoff between a big bruiser and a short redhead… — Katherine McIntyre Copy Share Image
