Throat Quotes - Page 2

• Elegí un enorme emblema del Cuerpo de Marines para tatuármelo en el pecho. Requirió varias sesiones y me dolió muchísimo, pero el producto final mereció la pena. Salí triunfante, un marine de la garganta a la cintura. El emblema sigue conmigo. Nada en la tierra me lo quitará, salvo el despellejamiento.

  Smedley Butler

  Hurt, Pain, Marine

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• I look older. Maybe it's the short hair or maybe it's just that I wear all that has happened like a mask. Either way, I always thought I would be happy when I stopped looking like a child. But all I feel is a lump in my throat. I am no longer the daughter my parents knew. They will never know me as I am now.

  Veronica Roth

  Daughter, Children, Hair

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• For a moment, or a second, the pinched expressions of the cynical, world-weary, throat-cutting, miserable bastards we've all had to become disappears, when we're confronted with something as simple as a plate of food.

  Anthony Bourdain

  Cutting, Simple, Expression

  Anthony Bourdain (2011). “Tony Bourdain boxset: Kitchen Confidential & Medium Raw”, p.281, A&C Black

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• He had never felt anything like that before - yet somehow he knew that from now on he would always feel like that, always, and something caught at his throat as he realized what a strange sad adventure life might get to be, strange and sad and still much more beautiful and amazing than he could ever have imagined because it was so really, strangely sad.

  Jack Kerouac

  Beautiful, Adventure, Might

  Jack Kerouac (1959). “The Town and the City”

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• Burn, baby, burn,” she muttered in a hard, satisfied voice. I cleared my throat. “As much as I hate to interrupt the supreme satisfaction you’re taking in watching the mansion blaze to the ground, I’d really like to get out of here before the whole house collapses on top of us.

  Jennifer Estep

  Baby, Hate, Voice

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• You will always go into that tent. You will see her scar and wonder where she got it. You will always be amazed at how one woman can have so much black hair. You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast. You will always run away with her. You will always lose her. You will always be a fool. You will always be dead, in a city of ice, snow falling into your ear. You have already done all of this and will do it again.

  Catherynne M. Valente

  Running, Falling In Love, Cutting

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• It’s me,” he said, and cleared his throat. “I could understand if you didn’t believe me, but I swear on the Angel, Iz, it’s me.” Alec said nothing, but his grip on Jace’s hand tightened. “You don’t need to swear,” he said, and with his free hand touched the parabatai rune near his collarbone. “I know. I can feel it. I don’t feel like I’m missing a part of me anymore.” “I felt it too.” Jace took a ragged breath. “Something missing. I felt it, even with Sebastian, but I didn’t know what it was I was missing. But it was you. My parabatai.

  Cassandra Clare

  Believe, Angel, Hands

  Cassandra Clare (2012). “Cassandra Clare: The Mortal Instruments Series (5 books): City of Bones; City of Ashes; City of Glass; City of Fallen Angels, City of Lost Souls”, p.2251, Simon and Schuster

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• "What did you do?” This time the question tears from my throat like a growl.
  I throw myself toward him.
  “What did you do?” I scream. “You die, I die too. I asked you not to do this. You made your decision. These are the repercussions."

  Veronica Roth

  Decision, Tears, Scream

  "Insurgent". Book by Veronica Roth. Chapter 29, 2012.

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• My name is Tobias Eaton," Tobias says. "I don't think you want to push me off this train." The effect of the name on the people in the car is immediate and bewildering: they lower their weapons. They exchange meaningful looks. "Eaton? Really?" Edward says, eyebrows raised. "I have to admit, I did not see that coming." He clears his throat. "Fine, you can come. But when we get to the city, you've got to come with us." Then he smiles a little. "We know someone who's been looking for you, Tobias Eaton.

  Veronica Roth

  Meaningful, Thinking, Cities

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• They began to tune up, and suddenly the auditorium was filled with a single sound - the most alive, three-dimensional thing I had ever heard. It made the hairs on my skin stand up, my breath catch in my throat....I felt the music like a physical thing; it didn't just sit in my ears, it flowed through me, around me, made my senses vibrate. It made my skin prickle and my palms dampen...It was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard.

  Jojo Moyes

  Beautiful, Hair, Skins

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• My mouth opened. It happened. Yes, with my head thrown into the sky, I started howling. Arms stretched out next to me, I howled, and everything came out of me. Visions pored up my throat and past voices surrounded me. The sky listened. The city didn't. I didn't care. All I cared about was that I was howling so that I could hear my voice and so I would remember that the boy had intensity and something to offer. I howled, oh, so loud and desperate, telling a world that I was here and I wouldn't lie down.

  Markus Zusak

  Lying, Boys, Past

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• Su mirada se clavó en la de ella. Te quiero. Nunca lo olvides. Nunca te olvides... de mí". Él la amaba. La emoción burbujeó en su garganta, dejando su voz completamente destrozada. Nunca -carraspeó.

  Larissa Ione

  Love You, Voice, Leaving

  Larissa Ione (2011). "Éxtasis desvelado: Número 4 de la serie", p.167, Hachette UK

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• Startled, he loosed his grasp and she pulled free. He clutched her arm, but she spun around and pressed her mouth to his. His lips were rough, chapped. She felt the sting of fangs against her bottom lip. He made a sharp sound in the back of his throat and closed his eyes. Mouth opening under hers. The smell of him- of cold, damp stone- made her head swim. One kiss slid into another and it was perfect, was exactly right, was real.

  Holly Black

  Real, Eye, Kissing

  Holly Black (2006). “Valiant: A Modern Tale of Faerie”, p.230, Simon and Schuster

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• If he were less well trained, and less careful, he would say hate. But he can’t say it; it is too close to passion, and passion is too close to love, and love is amor deliria nervosa, the deadliest of all deadly things: It is the reason for the games of pretend, for the secret selves, for the spasms in the throat.

  Lauren Oliver

  Hate, Passion, Love Is

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• What are you doing here?" she asked. "You forgot something when you left Halstead Hall," he said hoarsely. "What?" Her heart lept into her throat as he strode purposefully toward her. "Me.

  Sabrina Jeffries

  Heart, Said, Halls

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• Out of the darkness came Mr Carsington's deep voice, cool and calm. " Pray don't trouble yourselves, gentlemen. It is merely a villain come to cut our throats, rob our stores and ravish our women. No need for alarm. Mrs Pembroke has the matter in hand.

  Loretta Chase

  Cutting, Hands, Voice

  Loretta Chase (2005). “Mr. Impossible”, p.194, Penguin

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• I thought the Invalids were beasts; I thought they would rip me apart. But these people saved me, and gave me the softest place to sleep, and nursed me back to health, and haven't asked for anything in return. The animals are on the other side of the fence: monsters wearing uniforms. They speak softly, and tell lies, and smile as they're slitting your throat.

  Lauren Oliver

  Rip, Lying, Sleep

  Lauren Oliver (2012). “Pandemonium”, p.13, Harper Collins

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• I tried to continue, but somehow my throat made up its mind to swallow – though I can’t think what I was swallowing, unless it was a little knot of emotion I pushed back down because there was no room in my face for any more.

  Arthur Golden

  Thinking, Mind, Swallowing

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• I think you'll have to marry me, Miss Fielding." "To save your reputation?" Derek grinned, bending to kiss the flash of pale throat revealed by the robe. "Someone has to make a respectable man of me.

  Lisa Kleypas

  Besar, Hombres, Pensar

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• Un sollozo vuelve a sacudir mi cuerpo y él me rodea con sus brazos tan fuerte que me cuesta respirar, pero no importa. Mi llanto digno da paso a la fealdad total, con la boca abierta y la cara contorsionada y sonidos de animal moribundo saliendo de mi garganta. Si esto sigue así me haré pedazos, y tal vez eso sería mejor, tal vez sería mejor hacerme añicos y no soportar nada.

  Veronica Roth

  Animal, Dar, Morir

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• ll K Hamilton Some days the lion eats you, but some times you shove your arm down it's throat and pull it's visera out through it's mouth and kill it. Of course, sometimes it bites your arm off, and then eats you, but you tried, that's what counts. Some days it's not about winning, but about fighting. If you don't try, the lion will most definetely eat you. But sometimes when you put your all into something, and don't give up even when the odds are so against you, you surprise the lion and yourself, and you win.

  Laurell K. Hamilton

  Renunciar, No Renunciar, Luchar

  FaceBook post by Laurell K Hamilton from Apr 04, 2012

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• Liz cleared her throat. "Isn't there a more polite term we're supposed to use nowadays? Like....little person, or vertically challenged,or-" "I'm not going to call myself the god of vertically challenged people," Bes grumbled. "I'm a dwarf!

  Rick Riordan

  Dwarves, People, Liz

  Rick Riordan (2013). “The Kane Chronicles: The Complete Series”, p.477, Penguin UK

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• For an hour, blended with all she could offer, something noble had been created which had nothing to do with the physical world. And from the turn of his throat, the warmth of his hair, the strong, slender sinews of his hands, something further; which had. Though she combed the earth and searched through the smoke of the galaxies there was no being she wanted but this, who was not and should not be for Philippa Somerville.

  Dorothy Dunnett

  True Love, Strong, Hair

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• Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think I suffer after I have held my pain So long? Because my mouth Is wide with laughter You do not hear My inner cry? Because my feet Are gay with dancing You do not know I die?

  Langston Hughes

  Song, Pain, Laughter

  Langston Hughes, Dolan Hubbard (2003). “The Collected Works of Langston Hughes: Works for children and young adults: poetry, fiction, and other writing”, p.63, University of Missouri Press

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• Sometimes,' he whispered at last, 'sometimes, I dream I am singing, and I wake from it with my throat aching.' He couldn't see her face, or the tears that prickled at the corners of her eyes. 'What do you sing?' she whispered back. She heard the shush of the linen pillow as he shook his head. 'No song I've ever heard, or know,' he said softly. 'But I know I'm singing it for you.

  Diana Gabaldon

  Dream, Song, Eye

  Diana Gabaldon (2015). “The Outlander Series Bundle: Books 5, 6, 7, and 8: The Fiery Cross, A Breath of Snow and Ashes, An Echo in the Bone, Written in My Own Heart's Blood”, p.1114, Delacorte Press

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