Fingers Quote by Sylvia Day Download Open image “You put your hand on Corinne's back like this again and I'm breaking your fingers.” — Sylvia Day ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.9 out of 5 (3 ratings) Copy quoteShare Fingers Hands
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“Leah" Olivia says quietly, "if you point at me again I'm going to break that manicured finger right off your hand. Now turn around… — Tarryn Fisher Copy Share Image
“My fingers", said Elizabeth, "do not move over this instrument in the masterly manner which I see so many women's do. They have not… — Jane Austen Copy Share Image
Im actually holding her so that my hands arent free to kill you, Jacob. -Bella Cullen — The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn Copy Share Image
My fingers,' said Elizabeth, 'do not move over this instrument in the masterly manner which I see so many woman's do. They have not… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“There I saw Chloe, freshly bathed, wrapped in a towel, eating fun-size butterfingers one after another like a chain smoker and watching me like… — Emmy Laybourne Copy Share Image
“And then Corinne—my colleague, my friend—says, “I’m sure it wasn’t intentional.” At” — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
There are millions of people who think that romance isn't real writing. But the only person who can make you real, make your books… — Sylvia Day Copy Share Image
“Eva," she said exasperated. "You should've established a personal style by now-and it shouldn't be sweats!" Monica, Eva Tramell's mother, in "Reflected in You” — Sylvia Day Copy Share Image
Why can men be boys all of their lives, but we women must grow old while we are yet young? — Sylvia Day Copy Share Image
“I don't know what the fuck you think you're doing, ace, but this Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde shit ain't cutting it with me.” — Sylvia Day Copy Share Image
I love digital books. And I actually started digital-first publishing back in 2005. — Sylvia Day Copy Share Image
“You're the greatest risk I've ever taken. And the greatest reward. -- Gideon to Eva” — Sylvia Day Copy Share Image
“You're so brave, Eva. So strong and honest. You're a miracle. My miracle.” — Sylvia Day Copy Share Image
Until you, I didn't consider my past as an issue. Yes, it affected certain ways I did things, but everything had its place and… — Sylvia Day Copy Share Image
There was always something hidden. Lying in wait to spring up and ruin everything. — Sylvia Day Copy Share Image
A poet is wounded into speech, and he examines these wounds, meticulously, to discover how to heal them. The bad poet harangues at the… — Samuel R. Delany Copy Share Image
Ambition drives you on, ability certainly helps, but the fickle finger of fate and luck are great things. — Fergus Henderson Copy Share Image
The nineteenth century lynching mob cuts off ears, toes, and fingers, strips off flesh, and distributes portions of the body as souvenirs among the… — Ida B. Wells Copy Share Image
The child who ran weeping to you with a cut finger is now brought home, smiling gamely, with a broken collarbone and incredible contusions-… — Pam Brown Copy Share Image
Sam reached his hand toward mine and I automatically put my fingers in his. With a guilty little smile he pulled my hand toward… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
I take the seashell from my jeans pocket and rub my fingers across its silken, indented surface, shallow as my own open hand. This… — Katrina Kenison Copy Share Image
The world belongs to those who think and act with it, who keep a finger on its pulse. — William Ralph Inge Copy Share Image
Shhh.” He put a finger to her lips. “Hear me out. I cannot deny that I would've liked to have made babies with you.… — Elizabeth Hoyt Copy Share Image
[Sport officials] blocked their support of us. But those individuals [ Muhammad Ali, the Jim Browns, the Bill Russells, Kareem Abdul Jabbar ] were… — John Carlos Copy Share Image
Jazz is the music of the body. The breath comes through brass. It is the body's breath, and the strings' wails and moans are… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
I would have touched it like a child But knew my finger could but have touched Cold stone and water. I grew wild, Even… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image