Fists Quote by Megan Erickson Download Open image ““I clenched my fists, but it did no good. He was still slipping through my fingers. *”” — Megan Erickson ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.8 out of 5 (8 ratings) Copy quoteShare Clenched Clenched Fists Fists Fists Did Slipping Fingers
“Shit, shit.” He curls his fingers into a tight fist and clenches his jaw. He’s burned his hand. I” — Tahereh Mafi Copy Share Image
“It was small consolation, but it would have to do. I squeezed his hand once more, in lieu of things unsaid. "Come on.” — Jacqueline Carey Copy Share Image
“Even now, I hoped he would take my hand, and when he didn't, I felt my empty hand as if it were missing a… — Jaclyn Dolamore Copy Share Image
“She felt his knuckles slide against hers. Then his hand was in her hand, his palm was pressed against her own. A tremor moved… — Leigh Bardugo Copy Share Image
“He shakes his head and pulls his fist against his mouth, biting his knuckles.” — Colleen Hoover Copy Share Image
“I wasn’t sure what to say, so I just held him, feeling him turn toward my embrace. I held him close, letting him grip… — Bella Forrest Copy Share Image
“He struggled wildly and got one hand free just as a fist looped down into his face like a runaway moon.” — Stephen King Copy Share Image
“Limbs that weren’t quite working. Suddenly she was going right back down until two strong hands gripped her beneath her” — Mira Lyn Kelly Copy Share Image
“Don’t move,” he breathed, softer than ever. Logan slowly wrapped his fingers around my hand.” — Jeri Smith-Ready Copy Share Image
“I speed sometimes,” I muttered to myself as I rounded the car. “I even speed through yellows.” — Megan Erickson Copy Share Image
“I think you’re the first guy I’ve met in person who I couldn’t stop staring at.” Was” — Megan Erickson Copy Share Image
“Hey, you didn’t let me finish.” “Finish what?” “Finish telling you that I love you too.” I” — Megan Erickson Copy Share Image
“In my script-like scrawl, I wrote: If you find my body, ask Hazzard. I leaned back and surveyed my words. Then I drew a… — Megan Erickson Copy Share Image
“Good morning.” I didn’t release my grip on his hair. “You snore by the way.” Zane’s eyes narrowed. “I do not.” “Do too.” “If… — Megan Erickson Copy Share Image
“I’m cool with going back to hate,” I said, then paused. “Did we ever leave hate?” Zane swallowed and looked away. “Not even for… — Megan Erickson Copy Share Image
“He opened his mouth as my eyes dropped to his badge. And right there, in big, bold, black letters, it said Cerise/Cherrycakes. Ian was… — Megan Erickson Copy Share Image
There are times when we can feel destiny close around us like a fist around a doorknob. Sure, we can resist. But a knob… — Tom Robbins Copy Share Image
« He squeezed his hands into fists. I picked up a grapefruit-sized rock and handed it to him. It went flying. Home run, Beast… — Ilona Andrews Copy Share Image
I wonder if it's ever really possible to know the truth about someone else, or if the best we can do is just stumble… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“Don Alejandro cut in with advice I have never forgotten. "It is only when a man knows reason is not on his side that… — Carlos P. Romulo Copy Share Image
Well this is just a fist. But when I start throwing it around I can leave one hell of a mess. — Jim Carrey Copy Share Image
We started this together, Leo. Seems only right you come along. You find us a ride, you're in." "Yes!" Leo pumped his fist. *… — Rick Riordan Copy Share Image
About 25 years ago, I was in an apartment, and next door, they put on the radio, so I struck the wall with my… — Klaus Kinski Copy Share Image
And when he did that, my hands curled into fists because I thought about touching his face like maybe I could catch joy in… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
He's earned all his money himself, with his fists. He didn't steal it like the rest of our politicians. And he'll be less tempted… — Vitali Klitschko Copy Share Image
The trainee knew he should leave, but he was unable to look away. He'd never seen anything snap out so fast or strike so… — J.R. Ward Copy Share Image
His fingers leave streaks of cold on my skin, invisible to the eye, and I think about wrapping his shirt around my fist and… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
