Muscles Quotes - Page 27

• The warmth of his body shouldn’t have felt good. He was angry and every muscle was tense. It was like being leaned on by a very heavy, warm brick. A sexy brick.

  Patricia Briggs

  Sexy, Body, Bricks

  Patricia Briggs (2011). “The Mercy Thompson Collection”, p.824, Penguin

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• every move of his body sent ripples along those lean muscles. his flawless crystal skin practically dared people to see ifit felt as good as it loked - which it did.

  Jeaniene Frost

  Moving, People, Skins

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• Poirot dijo plácidamente: -Uno no emplea simplemente los músculos. No necesito agacharme y medir las huellas y recoger las colillas y examinar las briznas de hierba dobladas. Me basta con sentarme en mi silla y pensar. Es esto -" se golpeó la cabeza en forma de huevo - "¡esto, esto funciona!

  Agatha Christie

  Thinking, Eggs, Doe

  Agatha Christie (2010). "Cinco cerditos (Poirot)", p.11, HarperCollins UK

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• Ten un propósito en la vida, y teniéndolo, dedica a tu trabajo la fuerza mental y muscular que Dios te haya dado.

  Thomas Carlyle

  Vida, Mente, Propósito

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• Cuando llegó el momento de dar mi charla sobre el tema, empecé dibujando el contorno del gato y comencé a nombrar los distintos músculos. Los demás alumnos de la clase me interrumpen: "¡Nos *sabemos* todo eso!". "Ah", les digo, "¿lo *sabéis*? Entonces no *me extraña* que os alcance tan rápido después de haber cursado cuatro años de biología". Habían perdido todo su tiempo memorizando cosas como esa, cuando se podían buscar en quince minutos.

  Richard P. Feynman

  Gato, Años, Clase

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• Her eyes burned, her muscles ached, but in some strange and secret place, she was happy to finally be doing something that wasn't just protecting herself, but protecting other people, too.

  Rachel Caine

  Eye, Secret Places, People

  Rachel Caine (2006). “Glass Houses: The Morganville Vampires”, p.115, Penguin

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• Curse him for being all tight muscle, with ivory skin and a mouth as soft as rose petals. Curse him for having hair as fair as the sun, and eyes as black as night. Curse him for having the grace of a cat and deft, cool hands. And now I am having the same argument on paper that I have in my own head on too many nights. I know my choice is sensible, but it isn't my common sense I think with, those times Rosto's stolen a kiss from me.

  Tamora Pierce

  Cat, Eye, Kissing

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• Hearts may break, but hearts are the toughest of muscles, able to pump for a lifetime, seventy times a minute, and scarcely falter along the way. Even dreams, the most delicate and intangible of things, can prove remarkably difficult to kill.

  Neil Gaiman

  Dream, Heart, May

  Neil Gaiman (2010). “Fragile Things”, p.21, Hachette UK

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• He strips his shirt over his head and I catch my breath, watching those long hard muscles ripple. I know how his shoulders look, bunched, when he's on top of me, how his face gets tight with lust, as he eases inside me. "Who am I?" "Jericho" "Who are you?" He kicks off his boots, steps out of his pants. He's commando tonight. My breath whooshes out of me in a run-on word: "Whogivesafuck?

  Karen Marie Moning

  Running, Long, Lust

  Karen Marie Moning (2012). “Shadowfever: Fever:”, p.430, Hachette UK

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• What about your freedom?" he whispered in her ear over a minute later, bracing his hands palms down on the wall beside her head. He made no move to stop her as she stroked and petted every inch of that sinfully gorgeous chest, all hard muscle and gleaming skin overlaid with silky-rough strands of dark hair. "Idiot." She nipped his jaw with her teeth. "The only freedom I ever wanted was the right to love you.

  Nalini Singh

  Wall, Moving, Love You

  Nalini Singh, Maggie Shayne, Erin McCarthy, Jean Johnson, Lora Leigh (2010). “Paranormal Holiday Anthology Trio”, p.305, Penguin

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• Mountains are to the rest of the body of the earth, what violent muscular action is to the body of man. The muscles and tendons of its anatomy are, in the mountain, brought out with force and convulsive energy, full of expression, passion, and strength.

  John Ruskin

  Passion, Men, Expression

  John Ruskin (1905). “The Complete Works of John Ruskin: Miscellanies”

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• He pressed himself into me and kissed my neck, and it was as if everything strong and solid inside me, heart and bones and muscle and gut, softened and melted from the heat of him.

  Jennifer Donnelly

  Strong, Heart, Necks

  Jennifer Donnelly (2015). “A Gathering Light”, p.135, Bloomsbury Publishing

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• When she had gone upstairs, he walked to a window and stood looking up at the sky. His head thrown back, he felt the pull of his throat muscles and he wondered whether the peculiar solemnity of looking at the sky comes, not from what one contemplates, but from that uplift of one's head.

  Ayn Rand

  Uplifting, Sky, Peculiar

  Ayn Rand (2011). “Ayn Rand Novel Collection”, p.713, Penguin

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• Ahora no me agito, ya que mis músculos están rígidos por la tensión de mantenerme unido.

  Suzanne Collins

  Together, Flailing, Tension

  Suzanne Collins (2011). "La trilogía de Los Juegos del Hambre", p.1183, Scholastic Inc.

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• Owl explained about the Necessary Dorsal Muscles. He had explained this to Pooh and Christopher Robin once before and had been waiting for a chance to do it again, because it is a thing you can easily explain twice before anybody knows what you are talking about.

  A. A. Milne

  Talking, Waiting, Owl

  A. A. Milne (2011). “The House at Pooh Corner”, p.109, Egmont UK

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• Always it is thus with my new students, and especially with the human ones; the mind is the last muscle they train or use, and the one that they regard the least. Ask them about swordplay and they can list every blow from a duel a month old, but ask them to solve a problem or make a coherent statement and... well, I would be lucky to get more than a blank stare in return.

  Christopher Paolini

  Blow, Mind, Would Be

  Christopher Paolini (2009). “Eldest: Book Two”, p.347, Random House

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• He turned, as he spoke, a peculiar look in her direction, a look of hatred unless he has a most perverse set of facial muscles that will not, like those of other people, interpret the language of his soul.

  Emily Bronte

  People, Hatred, Soul

  Charlotte Bronte, Emily Bronte, Anne Bronte (2009). “The Bronte Sisters: Three Novels: Jane Eyre; Wuthering Heights; and Agnes Grey (Penguin Classics Deluxe Edition)”, p.377, Penguin

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• It isn't the height that scares me - the height makes me feel alive with energy, every organ and vessel and muscle in my body singing at the same pitch. Then I realize what it is. It's him. Something about him makes me feel like I am about to fall. Or turn to liquid. Or burst into flames.

  Veronica Roth

  Fall, Flames, Singing

  Veronica Roth (2013). “The Divergent Series Complete Collection: Divergent, Insurgent, Allegiant”, p.70, Harper Collins

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• So your desire is to do nothing? Well, you shall not have a week, a day, an hour, free from oppression. You shall not be able to lift anything without agony. Every passing minute will make your muscles crack. What is feather to others will be a rock to you. The simplest things will become difficult. Life will become monstrous about you. To come, to go, to breathe, will be so many terrible tasks for you. Your lungs will feel like a hundred-pound weight.

  Victor Hugo

  Rocks, Agony, Desire

  Victor Hugo (2007). “Hugo's Works: Les Miserables (St. Denis)”, p.112, Wildside Press LLC

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• What was the difference between love and the agony of waiting? Like love, the agony of waiting began in the muscles and somewhere around the upper belly but soon spread out to the chest, the thighs, and the forehead, to invade the entire body with numbing force.

  Orhan Pamuk

  Differences, Like Love, Agony

  Orhan Pamuk (2011). “Snow”, p.252, Faber & Faber

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• Porque la belleza del cuerpo humano es que no tiene un solo músculo que no cumpla su función; que no hay una línea desperdiciada; que cada detalle del mismo se ajusta a una idea, la idea de un hombre y la vida de un hombre.

  Ayn Rand

  Hombres, avestruces, ideas

  Ayn Rand (2005). "El manantial", p.158, Penguin

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• Genuflection before the idol or the dollar destroys the muscles which walk and the will that moves.

  Victor Hugo

  Moving, Idols, Dollars

  Victor Hugo (2007). "Hugo's Works", p.81, Wildside Press LLC

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• Gently, I ran my hand across his chest, exploring it. My breath felt tight in my throat. He was so beautiful. His muscles were toned, defined, his skin warm and smooth. Stroking my palm up over the line of his collarbone, I felt the firmness of his shoulder, the strength of his bicep. I traced my fingers over the black AK, following the lines of the letters. Alex hardly moved as I touched him, his eyes never leaving me. Finally I sighed and dropped my hand. I tried to smile. "I've sort of been wanting to do that ever since that first night in the motel room," I admitted.

  L.A. Weatherly

  Hermoso, Ojo, Noche

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• Pero no se puede hacer una carrera de cinco horas de esa manera; hay que relajarse, como se relaja el cuerpo en un baño caliente, hasta que deja de resistirse al choque y empieza a disfrutarlo.

  Christopher McDougall

  Running, Relax, Hot

  Christopher McDougall (2010). “Born to Run: The hidden tribe, the ultra-runners, and the greatest race the world has never seen”, p.69, Profile Books

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• Mucho antes de que hiciéramos dibujos en cuevas o batiéramos ritmos en árboles huecos, ya estábamos perfeccionando el arte de combinar la respiración, la mente y los músculos en una autopropulsión fluida por terrenos salvajes.

  Christopher McDougall

  Running, Art, Self

  Christopher McDougall (2010). “Born to Run: The hidden tribe, the ultra-runners, and the greatest race the world has never seen”, p.92, Profile Books

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