My Throat Quotes

#1. Where did you learn to do that?"
"Los Angeles High School of Performing Arts," I said. "They taught me how to open my throat to sing. Then Kevin Wainwright taught me how to put his dick down it."
He laughed. "I'd like to thank LA Unified and Kevin Whatever for this moment.

C.D. Reiss

#2. I watched as Reyes fell, a scream I couldn't hear wrenched from my throat as I waited for him to do something. For him to react. To save himself. It was Reyes, after all. He could do anything.

Darynda Jones

#3. I let the beast in too soon I don't know how to live without his hand on my throat. I fight him always and still. Oh, darling it's so sweet. You think you know how crazy, how crazy I am.

Fiona Apple

#4. When Yoko [Ono] and I got married, we got terrible racialist letters - you know, warning me that she would slit my throat. Those mainly came from Army people living in Aldershot. Officers.

John Lennon

#5. I've always needed to bulk up, so until the modeling took off I was ramming Big Macs down my throat and doing plenty of bodyweight work. I'm over the Big Macs now, but I'll still drop down and do my press ups whenever I find the time.

Jamie Dornan

#6. Noon, do you have any idea how madly" - he pressed his lips against the skin just behind my ear - "deeply" - I shivered as he moved his mouth slowly down my neck - "fiercely" - he kissed the spot on my throat where my pulse beat wildly - "ridiculously in love with you I am?

Jill Archer

#7. Sam reached his hand toward mine and I automatically put my fingers in his. With a guilty little smile he pulled my hand toward his nose and took a sniff and then another one. His smile widened though it was still shy. It was absolutely adorable and my breath got caught somewhere in my throat.

Maggie Stiefvater

#8. I'll be gentle," Noah added. My breath caught in my throat as he looked at me from beneath those lashes, ruining me.
"You're evil."
"And you're mine.

Michelle Hodkin

#9. It's raining," I say, voice hoarse from sleep. I clear my throat and try again. "It's fine. Straight from the clouds to you."
She frowns, still huddling over and trying to shelter from it. "Straight from the clouds? Is that hygienic?

Amie Kaufman

#10. I presented my feminine side with flowers. She cut
the stems and placed them gently down my throat.
And these tu lips might soon eclipse your brightest
hopes.

Saul Williams

#11. I'm always crying. I get a lump in my throat when I see intimacy between parents and their children.

Anna Chancellor

#12. Are you serious right now?" Hailey asks. "What's wrong with saying his life matters too?" "His life always matters more!" My voice is gruff, and my throat is tight. "That's the problem!" "Starr!

Angie Thomas

#13. By the time I found sleep that night, back in the Hawk's Keep, my throat was tight with too many tears unshed, screams unuttered and prayers whose words I could never seem to find.

Amelia Atwater-Rhodes

#14. A fearful sob suddenly rises in my throat as I think of what it will be like without her, to not have her warm chest to lie against, to not have her kind face to look into, lost in a darkness without a mother to turn to and her here, daughterless.

Annie Fisher

#15. Jesus this song you wrote The words are sticking in my throat Peace on Earth Hear it every Christmas time But hope and history won't rhyme So what's it worth? This peace on Earth

Richard M. Nixon

#16. Anyway, back to the kids."

"Well, one is a girl who looks about your age, and there's a boy." She grinned as she stood. "He's a hottie."

A tiny piece of egg caught in my throat. It was seriously gross to hear Mom talking about boys my age. "Hottie? Mom that's just weird.

Jennifer L. Armentrout

#17. My throat feels tight. "But I betrayed you. I left you."
"You're my daughter. I don't care about the factions."
She shakes her head. "Look where they got us. Human beings as a whole cannot be good for long before the bad creeps in and poisons us again.

Veronica Roth

#18. I'm asking you to give me a chance, however slim, to prove myself."
My throat tightened. "Cade ... I'm not a science experiment."
"Good to know, but I rocked biology. Lab was my favorite," he teased.
"I'm serious."
"So am I.

Beth Mikell

#19. The worst moment was when I was performing and I was about to sing, but I choked. I had a tickle in my throat and I started coughing, and I couldn't get the words out. It lasted for like thirty seconds, but I got over it, and luckily the crowd didn't seem to care.

Chris Brown

#20. There is a lump of desolation beneath the bony dip at my throat. It is no bigger than a coin, this spot, a peculiarly small place to hold such a feeling. I try to shove it to some deeper region, but there it sticks, a fragile skin-thickness from the outside world.

Franny Billingsley

#21. And within the house
ashes are being stuffed into my marriage,
fury is lapping the walls,
dishes crack on the shelves,
a strangler needs my throat,
the daughter has ceased to eat anything ...

Anne Sexton

#22. I don't deserve her." I cleared my throat. "But I want her anyways.

Rachel Van Dyken

#23. I get sort of short with people and start grumbling and clearing my throat - in honor of my father - when I'm impatient. It's very charming.

Maria Bamford

#24. You won't let anything bad happen to me, will you, Garrett?"
A lump the size of Massachusetts lodges in my throat. I swallow hard and try to speak past it.
"Never.

Elle Kennedy

#25. My dramas mostly involved whats-as in, What on earth is that horrible creature about to rip out my throat?

Kiersten White

#26. For a moment, I'm captivated. He's seducing me with his eyes. A nervous flutter swims through my stomach. I can feel my heartbeat in my throat. Pounding. Constricting. I swallow hard.

Lauren Hammond

#27. What do you want to risk to get away?" he asks. I swallow past the bile corrupting my throat. "Everything," I reply. "I'll risk everything to stay with you.

Amy A. Bartol

#28. The moment my bare feet make contact with the wood floor, my breath catches in my throat. Blake swivels his body around to greet me.
"Morning, roomie."
His voice is like a shot of caffeine that ignites my body. How does he do that?

Alex Rosa

#29. swallowing a spoonful of butternut squash soup, feeling it coat my throat and slide down to my belly.

Jennifer Handford

#30. Climb up here, minu armas. Want you to push that cock down my throat," Steele said hoarsely. Tech

A.E. Via

#31. Father's silence is not merely the absence of sound. It's a creature with a life of its own. It chokes you. It pinches you small as a grain of rice. It twists in your gut like a worm.
Silence clawed at my throat. It left a taste of burnt matches.

Franny Billingsley

#32. Yeah, she is great. I spent the whole week with her."
"Doing what?" I asked, catching a growl before it left my throat.
"Aw, you're cute when you're jealous.

Andrea Cremer

#33. That memory made a lump form in my throat as I remembered his face, serious and gorgeous, those brown eyes intense and passionate as he spoke up for me and convinced the others of my value.

Richelle Mead

#34. I swallowed my screams whole. They went down my throat as sharp-cornered and cold as ice cubes.

Scott Westerfeld

#35. I met those laughing, fierce hazel eyes. Cassian's smile softened. "Hello, Feyre." My throat tightened to the point of pain, and I threw my arms around his neck, embracing him tightly. "I missed you, too," Cassian murmured, squeezing me.

Sarah J. Maas

#36. The sobs tear at my throat. Who would have thought forty pills wouldn't be enough?

Tabitha Suzuma

#37. For a moment I want to believe him. For a moment I want to sit on the floor and cry out the ocean lodged in my throat.

Tahereh Mafi

#38. He looked up at me, stuttered a few times, and then seemed to forget what he was saying altogether. I didn't say anything, or act surprised that he stopped talking. I just stared at him, feeling my heart pounding in my throat.
"Wow." He said.
"What?"
"You just left me speechless.

L.D. Davis

#39. I can't sleep. There is a woman stuck between my eyelids. I would tell her to get out if I could. But there is a woman stuck in my throat

Eduardo Galeano

#40. Dead. The words fall from my tongue and linger there like poison. A slow death hanging from my lips. I shake the thought away and swallow but I can still taste the remnants in the back of my throat. It's sour and I gag a little as tears swell behind my eyes.

Celia Mcmahon

#41. A wet cigarette butt clung to my cheek like a mashed cockroach. I could smell whiskey and beer in my clothes and Gable's blood on my knuckles and I swore I could taste whiskey surging out of my stomach into my throat, like an old friend who has come back in a time of need.

James Lee Burke

#42. I gave you painted air - tears I couldn't weep - truths I couldn't speak - all the words that caught in my throat ...

John Geddes

#43. I'm trying to untangle the truth from the false from assumptions from the postulations but run-on sentences are twisting around my throat.

Tahereh Mafi

#44. A few times I try to form a question so it sounds casual and normal, but each time the words get caught somewhere in my throat and never make it out.

Jandy Nelson

#45. What gets me is, I waited in line for an hour to do this. I could have experienced essentially the same level of enjoyment merely by sticking my finger down my throat.

Dave Barry

#46. Yes!" I perk up. "Actually, I was wondering, do the mothers have lots of coffee mornings, parties, that kind of thing?" Erica shoots me an odd look. "I meant socialization of the children." "Right." I clear my throat. "The children. Of course.

Sophie Kinsella

#47. He caught me to him, his arms banded tight around me. His face pressed into my throat. "Where do we go from here?"
I held him. "Wherever this takes us. Together.

Sylvia Day

#48. In your arrogance you presume that i want your skinny language. that my mouth is building a room for it in the back of my throat. it is not.

Nayyirah Waheed

#49. I choose to worship not believing in God and government should not thrust a religious idea down my throat.

Michael Newdow

#50. His eyes search the crowd until they find my face. My heartbeat lives in my throat; lives in my cheeks.

Anonymous

#51. I'm lucky in that I don't like sweet things at all. My father loved cakes to such a degree that he kept forcing them down my throat when I was little, and it put me off for life. He had terrible cholesterol, poor thing.

Felicity Kendal

#52. I can't pinpoint the moment this all happened.
The moment we broke.

But we did.
And it feels like acid in my throat.

Stacy Morris

#53. This morning the secret has claws. And it's climbing the walls of my stomach, twisting my gut, quivering and rolling and burning. Red-hot acid in the back of my throat. Ready to explode.

Courtney C. Stevens

#54. Think if you lent me a razor now, for me to cut my throat with, it would save ever so many steps. Please Your Grace." The Provincara snorted. "Good, Cazaril, good. I do so like a man who doesn't underestimate his situation.

Lois McMaster Bujold

#55. Nausea and panic rose in my throat. I had killed a man.

A.B. Shepherd

#56. See my finger wet, see my finger dry, see my finger cut my throat if I tell a lie," said the girl, in a singsong tone, and with accompanying dramatic gestures of fearful histrionic fervour.

Carolyn Wells

#57. She pressed the knife harder against my throat, her hand shaking. She was scared - which meant she was dangerous.

Ransom Riggs

#58. My throat tightened when I noticed a small tattoo of an origami rose on his upper arm. . .
"Hey, Lenzi," he whispered, barely louder than the surf.
"Rose," I said as our lips met. "My name is Rose.

Mary Lindsey

#59. Joy sat in my throat like an egg resting on a spoon, quiet and fragile, but real.

Shannon Kopp

#60. I clear my throat. You deserve to be taken out for your birthday. And ... I want to be the guy who takes you on your first date.

Becca Ann

#61. I never forget," Myrnin said in a choked whisper. "Certainly not with your nails in my throat. They're quite an excellent mnemonic device.

Rachel Caine

#62. He held me still and spanked me again, really hard, the sound vibrating around the room. I felt dizzy. My throat was dry and suddenly the pain turned to an unexpected pleasure.

Chloe Thurlow

#63. Don't stop," I hiss as he plunges back inside, deeper this time, coaxing another unrestrained noise out of my throat. "Don't you ever stop fucking me."
"Jesus," he swears, gravelly and low. "I'll bury myself in you, if you let me.

Karina Halle

#64. I tried to speak in a cool, calm way, but the zombie rose up in my throat and choked me off.

Sylvia Plath

#65. My wife can't cook at all. She made chocolate mousse. An antler got stuck in my throat.

Rodney Dangerfield

#66. I wanted to tell him more. I had the fleeting desire to tell him a lot more, but old habits and the fear of revealing too much made the words congeal in my throat.

Scot Gardner

#67. I've seen that cornered look on more than a few Parish faces over the years, and each time it brings a lump to my throat. The old-timers say you eventually get numb to it. I'm not sure I want to live that long.

Steven Dos Santos

#68. Did he hurt you? The emotion I was trying to suppress clawed at my throat, unleashed by the gentleness in Philip's voice. Without warning, a tear slipped down my cheek. I swiped it away.

Julianne Donaldson

#69. I don't need to push myself. I don't need to sharpen my own knife and slit my throat. I'm trying to chill it and find an equilibrium and a balance to my work.

Abel Ferrara

#70. I wake, the lump of last night
hiking a trail through my throat.

[from "Those Who Love Raptors"]

Alina Stefanescu

#71. My throat tightened, but I held back the tears and reminded myself that withdrawing from a woman is no different than kicking a drug; you feel shaky and you want it, but eventually the need passes, and you feel restored.

Keith Ablow

#72. I have lived among enough painters and around studios to have had all the theories - and how contradictory they are - rammed down my throat. A man has to have a gizzard like an ostrich to digest all the brass-tacks and wire nails of modern art theories.

D.H. Lawrence

#73. Because," he went on, his eyes locked with mine, "I didn't want you to fight alone. Or die alone."
And for a moment, I remembered that faerie who had died in our foyer, and how I'd told Tamlin the same thing. "Thank you," I said, my throat tight.

Sarah J. Maas

#74. Well then ... " I clear my throat once. "You are a fantastic actor," I say, breathless, and emotionally drugged up on Mr. Sexdorable.

Brittainy C. Cherry

#75. I don't want to love you," I forced out through the thickness in my throat.
"God, I hope you do, because you own me completely," he whispered.

Abbi Glines

#76. Abuse isn't just physical or ... or sexual, you know." I felt my throat getting tight but I refused to let my pain show on my face. "There is such a thing as mental and emotional abuse too.

Evangeline Anderson

#77. When I sing full-on I use my whole body. I open my throat and let it fly out.

Robert Goulet

#78. My lip trembled, my throat raw, and I started to cry. But not because I didn't look perfect. But because I looked healthy and because I wasn't sure how long I'd stay that way.

Laekan Zea Kemp

#79. The tears dissolve the last block of ice in my throat. I feel the frozen stillness melt down through the inside of me, dripping shards of ice that vanish in a puddle of sunlight on the stained floor. Words float up

Me: "Let me tell you about it.

Laurie Halse Anderson

#80. There are also people who say it's God's curse on me that I should have it near my throat because that was the organ of blasphemy which I used for so many years. I've used many other organs to blaspheme as well if it comes to that.

Christopher Hitchens

#81. My heart is flapping wings against my throat.

Tahereh Mafi

#82. I feel an emptiness open in my chest, coupled with a strange downward pull in my throat. I think, this is my heart sinking.

Kermit Roosevelt III

#83. I might've worried she'd slit my throat in my sleep. Now that I know she probably will, I find I'm not as concerned.

K.F. Breene

#84. My balls crawl up my throat.

D.B.C. Pierre

#85. I draw back,gently step out of his hands that gripped my shoulders and were just edging their way to either side of my throat

Lauren DeStefano

#86. Love you. That should have been simple enough to say. But the words stuck hard in my throat. I'd never said them to anyone I didn't lose,

Jim Butcher

#87. I'd rather cut my throat, she said.
An intriguing thought. But I can do it so much more enjoyably.

L.J.Smith

#88. Beautiful," I croak past the lump in my throat. "You're beautiful." I know with an eerie calm that I'll never see anything or anyone more stunning in my life. Everything has changed. Everything.

Kristen Callihan

#89. Once we're out of the Wood ... , I said, but my voice died in my throat. I felt odd and sick. Did you ever get out of the Wood, if you'd been in it for twenty years?

Naomi Novik

#90. I was so anxious about what kind of kiss it would be-because my friends back home described so many types-and it turned out to be the beautiful kind. You didn't shove your tongue down my throat. You didn't grab my butt. We just held our lips together ... and kissed.

Jay Asher

#91. Then, I was floating ten feet up in the air and couldn't breathe. I was gasping for air and clawing at my throat, trying to pull in oxygen from somewhere. There was nothing.

Stormy Smith

#92. Annella would sooner spill my blood than court me. Furthermore, I like my women a little less spirited. I don't want to have to fear that my wife would put a blade to my throat in the middle of the night. Hell, I'd have to sleep with one eye open.

Victoria Roberts

#93. No broad is going to rip out my throat; I don't care what she looks like.

Gisele Walko

#94. Here. Tea." Reagan hands me a steaming mug. One sip tells me it's not just tea.
"You spiked the drink of an injured person," I state flatly, the alcohol burning in my throat.
"Who does that?"
"It's better than what a lame horse gets,

K.A. Tucker

#95. How could you sleep, knowing that any second your insides might begin to rot, your skin decay to slime, your brain shrivel to dust?"
"I fell asleep with my throat cut. I am a professional.

A.E. Marling

#96. The sound coming out of me is nothing like a cough, nothing even in the same category of a song, but some kind of bird of prey roar, shredding my throat, pulsating my fingers, and Milekt beneath it, singing inside my voice, amplifying me, and making me stronger.

Maria Dahvana Headley

#97. Hey there.' I cleared my throat. 'How are you?'
I'm engaged!'
Incidentally, this is an unacceptable answer to that question.

Sloane Crosley

#98. I slammed the door in the child's face, a horrific scream trapped in my throat.

Nnedi Okorafor

#99. My heart shoots into my throat every time I think I see his loping walk, or catch sight of some floppy brown hair on a boy - but it's never him, and each time it isn't, my heart does a reverse trajectory down into the very pit of my stomach.

Lauren Oliver

#100. I always perform live. I've even received a cortisone injection when I was losing my voice before a big gig so I could fulfill my obligation to the promoter. I felt it the days following after the gig in my throat, but it was nice to know I didn't let anyone down. The show must go on.

Willam Belli