Clutched Quotes

#1. In his greediness, he counts all that he has clutched as nothing in comparison with what is beyond his grasp, and loses all pleasure in his actual possessions by longing after what he has not, yet covets.

Bernard Of Clairvaux

#2. I took that smile and I put it right where the hole in my chest was. It was better than coffee, or chocolate, or a perfect pirouette. I clutched it and held it tight.

Cecil Castellucci

#3. The urge to jump up and go to him was so strong that she grabbed the stool she was sitting on with both hands and clutched the rough wood with all her might.

Melanie Dickerson

#4. I clutched at my chest with both hands in a pathetic attempt to ease the discomfort. Or maybe I was just trying to prevent myself from bleeding out from the wounds his words had caused because any good doctor knew they needed pressure to stanch the flow

Max Monroe

#5. I turned on the pillow with a little moan, and at this juncture Jeeves entered with the vital oolong. I clutched at it like a drowning man at a straw hat.

P.G. Wodehouse

#6. I clutched the leg of the table again immediately, and pressed it to my bosom as if it had been the companion of my youth and friend of my soul. I foresaw what was coming, and I felt that this time I really was gone.

Charles Dickens

#7. She clutched him, her fingers digging in like she needed to gather parts of him to act as her own second skin for the rest of her life.

Melina Marchetta

#8. The Devil ... clutched hold of the miserable young man ... and flew off with him through the ceiling, since which time nothing has been heard of him.

Martin Luther

#9. But my darling was as frail as a bird. She died nine days later. After sixty-one years together, she simply clutched my hand and exhaled. Although

Sara Gruen

#10. Her voice faltered to a stop. Fear and confusion clutched at her throat like some terrible beast, and suddenly she was finding it difficult to breathe.

Emily Arden

#11. What is on that memory stick, if you don't mind me asking?"
She was following him back into his apartment when he asked, and realized she still clutched it.
"Something I never want to see again.

Pixie Lynn Whitfield

#12. Miles clutched Quinn's elbow. "Don't Panic."
"I'm not panicking," Quinn observed, "I'm watching you panic. It's more entertaining .

Lois McMaster Bujold

#13. Veek clutched her blocky pistol in both hands. A tiny wisp of smoke slipped out of the barrel, thinned, and vanished. The smell of powder wafted around her.

Peter Clines

#14. My heart quickened when I caught a flash of red entering the lunchroom. At the corner door farthest from me, Echo paused and performed a quick scan. She held her books tight to her chest, sleeves clutched in her hands. Our eyes met. Her green eyes melted and she gave me that beautiful siren smile

Katie McGarry

#15. I can't seem to keep my heart from leaking out of the cracks, like sand clutched in a fist.

Kiersten White

#16. She threaded her fingers through my hair and I nearly whimpered at the feel of them, my eyes rolling to the back of my closed eyes. I clutched her waist tightly, inhaling her breaths as I practically swallowed her beautiful tongue.

Fisher Amelie

#17. Something had gone horribly wrong at my birth, so my father would never have his little soldier, Mom would never have her home filled with tiny scampering joy, and we each clutched our guilt very privately.

Edward Fahey

#18. Darkness had fallen upon everything for him; but just because of this darkness he felt that the one guiding clue in the darkness was his work, and he clutched it and clung to it with all his strength.

Leo Tolstoy

#19. The craft's occupants clutched their armrests, and more than one of them closed their eyes. But not Artemis. He couldn't. There was something morbidly fascinating about flying into an uncharted tunnel at a reckless speed with only a kleptomaniac dwarf's word for what lay at the other end.

Eoin Colfer

#20. But you know: you know that if I could have stayed, if I could have gone on, that I would have clutched every second: whatever it was, this death, you know that it came and took me, like a child carried away by goblins.

Audrey Niffenegger

#21. He clutched to these names, repeating each one in his head, holding them like precious gemstones. The names mattered. The men mattered.

Brandon Sanderson

#22. In 1971, after seven years in college, with that magic piece of paper clutched triumphantly in my fist, the best job I was able to get was night watchman on a sewer project in Babylon, N.Y. guarding a hole in the ground to prevent anyone from stealing it. God bless the American educational system!

Spider Robinson

#23. Her fingers clutched him now, and her body writhed with a frustration he knew all too well.
He wanted her.
Now.
Here.

Madeline Martin

#24. The way his plump hand clutched at her hip seemed somehow improper; not morally, aesthetically.

Truman Capote

#25. He was an amazing father. I clutched my memories of him to my heart for so long, but he's a part of the world.

Jennifer Grant

#26. Mati took in my expression, and a moment later I was in his arms. His kisses washed over me like floodwater over parched earth. I clutched him helplessly, tears falling down my face and mingling with his as he whispered my name.

Kathy MacMillan

#27. That night, Kaz took Saskia's red ribbon from beneath his pillow. He rolled it into a neat spiral and clutched it in his palm. He lay in bed and tried to pray, but all he could think about was the magician's coin: there and then gone.

Leigh Bardugo

#28. Sophie clutched Grant tighter. 'I don't know what screwed-up messages from your family are floating around in your head right now, but you're staying right here.

Jennifer Lane

#29. I think you should go to the ball with me." She clutched her fingers. His expression was too genuine, too sure. Her nerves tingled. "Stars," she muttered. "Didn't you already ask me that?" "I'm hoping for a more favorable answer this time. And

Marissa Meyer

#30. My arm clutched one of my other pillows to my chest like a child with a teddy bear, a soul pressing its missing lover to her bosom.

Alyse M. Gardner

#31. My heart clutched - it was one of those moments when you feel time is a rug that's been yanked out from under you; everything around you has changed so gradually that it is only all at one you look up and realize how different your life has become.

Curtis Sittenfeld

#32. I clutched the handle of the door. Squeezed it. Settled my other hand along the doorway and prayed. Not for anything in particular. Just for the sake of doing it. To see if it would change things. To see if it would change me.

Emily Ruth Verona

#33. I held hope in my hands every day. I treated hope like it was a precious stone. I clutched it so tightly that I sometimes felt bruised by it.

Pamela Sparkman

#34. In the old days he had clutched life with such violence that the juice of it ran out between his fingers and was lost, but now he would touch it delicately, thankful for the good and accepting the ills with patience.

Elizabeth Goudge

#35. Even the regular sufferings of fear were better than the ashen grayness of unfeeling, the numbness that had clutched his heart for months. Who knew that no pain was the worst pain, that ordinary agony was the way to feel alive?

Matthew Specktor

#36. she clutched her purse and was completely composed, gracefully accepting people's sympathies, but when they started to shovel the dirt over old dick's coffin she began to weep, and her grief was strong enough to chase the sparrows from the trees.

Alice Hoffman

#37. He cupped her chin to still the movement. "Please, Ricky." he clutched her hand tighter to his chest. "Please... I'm not going anywhere." He leaned closer until his lips were mere millimetres from hers. "I promise.

Jacqueline Francis

#38. Jeeves, Mr Little is in love with that female."
"So I gathered, sir. She was slapping him in the passage."
I clutched my brow.
"Slapping him?"
"Yes, sir. Roguishly.

P.G. Wodehouse

#39. And now, she was walking down the hall with her books clutched to her chest, looking down at the floor while guys called, Don't hide that light under a bushel!

E. Lockhart

#40. I cannot believe her when she says
I am beautiful. She cannot want me,
not the way I want her. My want
is an Empire State Building
I monster-climb with her
clutched in my fist. They make old,
flickering horror movies
about the way I look at her mouth.

Clementine Von Radics

#41. Cool hands grasped my shoulders and tried to pull me away from Camdus, but I wouldn't have it. I was going nowhere. I clutched his shoulders, breathing him in. I was determined to stay with my husband no matter what. They would have to pry me away. And then someone did.

Courtney Cole

#42. History (that list
of ballooning wishes, flukes,
bent times, plunges and mistakes
clutched like parachutes)
is rolling itself up in your head
at one end unrolling at the other.

Margaret Atwood

#43. The German stared at me, a combination of fatigue and frustration. But I understood.
His eyes on the potato said, Emilia, I'm hungry.
The dried blood on his shirt said, Emilia, I'm injured.
But the way he clutched his pack told me the most.
Emilia, don't touch this.

Ruta Sepetys

#44. It never passes, and it never pauses. It's like a fist clutched around my heart, squeezing all day long.

Tarryn Fisher

#45. Whenever my environment had failed to support or nourish me, I had clutched at books ...

Richard Wright

#46. This isn't important. Important happens on bended knees and is breathed on last breaths with hands clutched tight, hearts tighter. This is just a distraction.

Anonymous

#47. Daddy said, "I'm not sure either you or I own that treasure anymore."
Liam clutched as many coins as he could in both paws and hugged them to his chest as he gave his parents his best, sunniest smile.

Thea Harrison

#48. He clutched the watch hard in his fist, determined to destroy it, to prove that it couldn't be real. That she hadn't come here because of him, for him.
That he hadn't done what he knew he had.

Kelly Creagh

#49. Sorry to make you wait!" Safi roared over the rapid four-beat race. Her legs were bared, her silk gown shredded, and she clutched a pitchfork to her stomach. "And sorry for the trouble on my ass!

Susan Dennard

#50. He clutched her to him with a desperate strength that almost hurt. "I will love you for your light, if you can love me through the dark times. And that love will be like the clear night sky when the moon is full. Not like the sun....but beautiful and bright enough to find our way.

Kerrigan Byrne

#51. England was a cold, backward, rebellious little kingdom. It's king: Henry the Eighth, remembered principally for his six wives and the chicken legs clutched in his fat fists.

Kage Baker

#52. I clutched the armrest when she gunned the engine on the freeway and cut off a minivan. That big red shiny thing inches from you was another vehicle.

Katie McGarry

#53. There was a sensible part of me somewhere that clutched its pearls and hissed that I better not give up my V-card in a CELLAR, but when Archer's hands slid under my shirt and onto the skin of my back, I started thinking that a cellar was as good a place as any.

Rachel Hawkins

#54. You're not a thing in the dark," Kelly said under his breath.
"No." Nick clutched his fingers tighter. "But I can be."
Kelly stared at him for a long time, nodding, blue-gray eyes turning to quartz granite. "Then we'll be things in the dark together.

Abigail Roux

#55. Both of my hands wove into her hair again and clutched at the soft curls. No matter how I tightened my grip, the strands kept falling from my fingers, a shower of water from the sky.

Katie McGarry

#56. The hand-plucked rose loses meaning as life is leached. Red love, once clutched to breast, putrefies and is thrown to the midden.
The hand leaked life as meaning was pucked. Putrefaction clutched love and was thrown to the midden.

Michael R. Fletcher

#57. I clutched at the brow. The mice in my interior had now got up an informal dance and were buck-and-winging all over the place like a bunch of Nijinskys.

P.G. Wodehouse

#58. Gin! Gin, are you here?"
"Right behind you," I said.
Finn shrieked and whirled around. I winced at the high-pitched sound.
"Dammit, woman." He clutched the folder to his chest. "Are you trying to give me a heart attack?

Jennifer Estep

#59. Stop!" I sent my open hand sailing and slapped Talbot across his face.
He let go of the spear and stared down at me-that rage burning in his eyes. Then he blinked and clutched his palm over the red hand-shaped mark I'd left on his face. "What was that for!"
"He submitted.Let.Him.Go.

Bree Despain

#60. Ethan stood there, his face blue and wrinkled, his lips pulled into a rictus grin. In one hand, he clutched a butcher knife. Blood splattered his hands and face. 'Mommy slipped,' he whispered, and plunged the knife into my leg

Julie Kagawa

#61. The woman from across the street edged along the side porch with some silver-wrapped casserole thing clutched to her chest like a shield.

Jennifer Skully

#62. Kent steepled his fingers in consideration. Blood-red rubies flashed in the sunlight, like the eyes of a demon clutched in his hands.

V.S. Carnes

#63. Some people held grudges; Esperanza clutched them and tied them around her waist and used cement and Krazy glue to hold them steady.

Harlan Coben

#64. Rocking back and forth, she clutched the sword like it was the only thing she had ever loved, and let the blood spill down instead of tears.

Cassandra Clare

#65. Once I knew only darkness and stillness ... my life was without past or future ... but a little word from the fingers of another fell into my hand that clutched at emptiness, and my heart leaped to the rapture of living.

Helen Keller

#66. The dead carry with them to the grave in their clutched hands only that which they have given away.

DeWitt Wallace

#67. As we approached the forbidding and squalid inn, with the sign of a game-cock above the door, Holmes gave a sudden groan, and clutched me by the shoulder to save himself from falling. He had had one of those violent strains of the ankle which leave a man helpless.

Arthur Conan Doyle

#68. I clutched its mate to my chest like a baby, though of course it was futile. What is one boot without the other boot? It is nothing.

Cheryl Strayed

#69. Soon the cold would force them inside, so they clutched at lost summer.

Annette Curtis Klause

#70. Marketa pressed her hand against her stinging cheek. She was too stunned to cry, for her mother had never struck her before. She looked at her twin sisters, whose faces blanched, and they clutched each other in fear.

Linda Lafferty

#71. Wasn't that wonderful?
Breathing hard, Celeana didn't say anything as she punched Ansel so hard in the face that the girl went flying off her horse and tumbled onto the sand. Ansel just clutched her jaw and laughed.

Sarah J. Maas

#72. As if she had summoned them, a flurry of stones flew out of the darkness, striking his mail, pinging off his helm. One hit his unprotected leg and he yelped and clutched it. That was a mistake. The second barrage was entirely directed at his legs.

Hilari Bell

#73. I knew that in the second letter he misspelled the word existence, replacing the second e with an a; in the fourth he forgot to dot the i in believe. I slept with them not under my pillow but clutched in my hand, with the sweat from my dreams leaking from my palms and smudging the ink.

Leslye Walton

#74. After sixty-one years together, she simply clutched my hand and exhaled.

Sara Gruen

#75. The true harvest of my life is intangible - a little star dust caught, a portion of the rainbow I have clutched.

Henry David Thoreau

#76. He brushed his lips over hers, and this time his kiss was a bit more heated than the last. She clutched onto him, deepening it until he pulled back.
He groaned, simmering heat in his gaze. "Let's get you in the bath before I lose my head."
"Maybe after the bath you can lose it.

Katie Reus

#77. Jane clutched her mug like a talisman of reality; then suddenly jumped so hard that she spilt half the cocoa on the window-sill.

Susan Cooper

#78. I know how you clutched my back behind your house and sweated like a stallion whenever I came near!

Abigail Williams

#79. Henri grabbed my face, looking deeply into my eyes. "Love you," he vowed. "Love you." Then he turned and clutched Eikko's arm. "And love you. My good friend. Very good friend.

Kiera Cass

#80. Oh my God. Sky." Dylan stared at me, incredulous. "What?" I clutched at my dress, certain there was a big-ass rip in back or something. I pushed against her arm. "What?" "You just said love." "No, I didn't," I said quickly.

Heather Demetrios

#81. Oh my God," Maddie whispered, horrified. "I rented him that boat. Does that make me a murderer?"
Tara's heart clutched. "He's not dead yet."
"Hurry," Maddie called to Ford. "I can't be the one who killed Tara's ex!" I look terrible in orange!

Jill Shalvis

#82. The Atheist is God playing at hide and seek with Himself; but is the Theist any other? Well, perhaps; for he has seen the shadow of God and clutched at it.

Sri Aurobindo

#83. I clutched my chest, feeling my heart racing. You treacherous, treacherous thing. What have you done?

Kiera Cass

#84. I clutched at his shoulders, raising up on my tiptoes, and kissed him with everything I had in me. As the kiss deepened, we held each other tighter, so I didn't know if the pounding heartbeat I felt was mine or his.

Rachel Hawkins

#85. If God takes away from us the old, wrinkled, beat-up dollar bill we have clutched so desperately, it is only because He wants to exchange it for the whole Federal mint, the entire treasury! He is saying to us, 'I have in store for you all the resources of heaven. Help yourself.'

Aiden Wilson Tozer

#86. But then the girl moved, and smiled, and pulled her hand from the grate- a gorgeous green stone clutched tightly in her grasp. It was covered with dust and cobwebs, but it was uncracked and unharmed.
And, of course, completely fake.

Ally Carter

#87. Should you dare to ride this dreadful beast, you would awaken later as if from a deep sleep, with some of these printed scraps clutched in your hands. Fragments would hint at ideal books, impossible books, books that you have always longed to read.

Thomas Wharton

#88. What the hell are you going here?" He clutched the bedsheet, holding it level with his neck.
"Isn't it obvious?"
"I hope not."
"I'm here to see the lavender nightshirt.

Tessa Dare

#89. I laughed. Clutched him in a hug and planted a kiss on his cheek. "What was that for?" he said; startled, blushing. I gave him a friendly hug, smiled. "You're a prince, Hassan. You're a prince and I love you.

Khaled Hosseini

#90. Don't do that Echo."
"Don't do what?"
He clutched my hand and gently rubbed his fingers over it. "Be scared of me."
Noah sat up a little and i sank low enough to rest my head on his shoulder. "I'm not scared of you." What you do to my body, maybe, but not you.

Katie McGarry

#91. He had seen bigger men than he with mummy's handkerchief clutched in on hand and a bloody dagger in the other.

Eoin Colfer

#92. She clutched her manuscript, carrying it tenderly through the crowd, like a live thing that had been hurt.

Edith Wharton

#93. When he raised his hand to wipe his chin, the card clutched in it had no longer been yellow. This time it was a dirty but still bright orange.

Stephen King

#94. She pushed my chest like she wanted me off of her, but her fingers had my shirt clutched in them and I knew she was full of shit. She wanted me.

S.C. Stephens

#95. Liberty clutched him tightly. 'You played a part in my destiny. And maybe I played a part in yours.'
That was how things worked, she was beginning to realize. Destiny wasn't something you accomplished by yourself.

Kelly Easton

#96. Scout - oblivious to our jokes at her expense - pushed forward. "I don't understand why you're arguing with me. You know you have no chance."
Michael clutched at his chest dramatically. "You're killing me, Scout. Really. There's chest pain - a tightness." He faked a groan.

Chloe Neill

#97. All I could think was that grandfathers were supposed to die in beds, in hushed places humming with machines, not in heaps on the sodden reeking ground with ants marching over them, a brass letter opener clutched in one trembling hand.

Ransom Riggs

#98. The heat of the bread burned into my skin, but I clutched it tighter, clinging to life.

Suzanne Collins

#99. Helena, my love," she heard a deep voice whisper from behind. Helena gasped and held on tight to that breath. Jeans clutched to her chest, she turned slowly toward the voice. There was no one there. "It's official. I'm obsessed.

Mimi Jean Pamfiloff

#100. And just as the hungry stomach eagerly accepts every object it can get, hoping to find nourishment in it, Vronsky quite unconsciously clutched first at politics, then at new books, and then at pictures.

Leo Tolstoy