You are beyond frustrating," she grumbled. "Why can't you do what I ask you to do without issuing a million questions first?" "I could say the same of you. " "I don't--Argh. " She raised a fist at him. "So maybe I do ask a lot of questions. So what. Anyone in my position would do the same. Besides, I'm a girl and that's my job. You're a boy. You're supposed to pound your chest with your fists and grunt, then do everything in your power to please me. " "Hardly. The man you just described is more likely to knock you over the head with a club and drag you away by the hair. " -Annabelle and Zacharel
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My mother, for example, told the German officer not to kill her. She'd make it worth his while. And then, when they were doing it, she pulled a knife out of her belt and sliced open his chest, just like she used to open chicken breasts to stuff with rice for the Sabbath meal.
The home should be the treasure chest of living.
The little boy leaned against his father's chest and slowly nodded. "Yes," he said. "I heard all of the names, but I don't remember the other two… just the man who hurt Gillian. " "That's the name I most want," Brodick said softly. "Who is he, Alec?" "Alec, please," Gillian began. "Tell me, Alec. Who is he?" "Baron," Alec whispered. "His name is Baron.
Get in front of the ball, you won't get hurt. That's what you've got a chest for, young man.
I just went to the doctor today, I got a chest X-ray of my lungs and discovered that my breasts are uneven.
So," he said, "we ourselves will be the candle flames. " He put his hands on his chest. "Feel your hearts, how warm they are.
I like jazz, but I could never play it. You just sit there with a guitar the size of a Chevy on your chest, wearing a stupid hat, playing the same solo for an hour.
I took his hand, and suddely he yanked me―too roughly―right off the bed so that I thudded against his chest. "Just in case," he muttered against my hair, crushing me in a bear hug that about to broke my ribs. "Can't―breathe!" I gasped.
I loved sinking my head into Cary Grant's chest.
Lean your body forward slightly to support the guitar against your chest, for the poetry of the music should resound in your heart.
I felt a strange fluttering sensation in my chest. Butterflies, cardiac arrest. . . it was hard to say what exactly.
I can't wait to die so I can be a skeleton and play my chest like a xylophone.
What was said to the rose that made it open, was said to me, here in my chest.
The feelings trembled and flapped in his chest like a bird newly put in a cage.
A pool of melancholy blooms in my chest and rushes into my body like deep-blue blood.
We're all right, you know,' he says quietly. 'You and me. Okay?' My chest aches, and I nod. 'Nothing else is all right. ' His whisper tickles my cheek. 'But we are.
A heart weighs more when it splits in two; it crashes in the chest like a broken plane.
I was slowly taking on the dimensions of a chest of drawers.