Top 100 Neck Face Quotes
#1. The phone rang. Joan Rochester leaped to her feet, but Dominick signaled her to sit with a wave of his hand. He wiped his face as though it were a windshield and rose from his seat. Dominick was a thick man. Not fat. Thick. Thick neck, thick shoulders, thick chest, thick arms and thighs. The
Harlan Coben
#2. Amadeus reached up with both hands, holding her face so that his fingers rested on the back of her neck.
Grey Liliy
#3. I have to tell him how much i miss him when he's not here. So I snug my face against his pulse in his neck. "I love you" I wait, barely about to breathe. He tightens his arms around me. "I know, and how luck that makes me." I watch him go, wondering just what the fuck that meant to me.
Ellen Hopkins
#4. He came up to me and kissed my neck, cupping the side of my face with his hand. He whispered, "Now give me your keys"
"Over my dead body.
Elle Parker
#5. Wolf ... " "How long? How long ago ... ?" She scrunched her shoulders against her neck. "Five days." He grimaced and turned away, his face contorting with pain that had nothing to do with his wounds. Cinder
Marissa Meyer
#6. mind Nell was writing: - ornamentation of neck, wrists, fingers - paint on face only
Lily King
#7. I have to say, her blonde bob was amazing. The delicate way it hugged her face and neck. The softness of it ...
James Lusarde
#8. Baby, groaned the guy-Ted? Tad?-something like that-and crushed his lips against the side of her neck, shoving her face against the wall of the toilet stall.
Jennifer Weiner
#9. I also wear a hat or a very tightly pulled head tie when I write. I suppose I hope by doing that I will keep my brains from seeping out of my scalp and running in great gray blobs down my neck, into my ears, and over my face.
Maya Angelou
#10. Firelight gleamed golden in the stiff whiskers that framed Lord Tywin's face. A vein pulsed in his neck, but he did not speak. And did not speak. And did not speak.
George R R Martin
#11. He touches my face, covering my cheeks with his hands, sliding his fingertips down my neck, fitting his fingers to the slight curve of my hips. I can't stop.
Veronica Roth
#12. And you," Jude said, stepping forward and putting his finger in Tony's face. "Don't you ever try to give something of yours to put on her body." The muscles just below Jude's neck were sticking out like shark fins he was so tense. "Or I'm never throwing another ball your way. Got that?
Nicole Williams
#13. I need to check in with Seth before I
" he burrowed his face into the side of her neck, his breath almost painfully warm on her throat
"give in to my unconscionable desire to put my hands on you properly.
Melissa Marr
#14. She shook her head and hugged me, laying her head on my shoulder. I squeezed her to me, and buried my face in her neck. When we were like that, quiet, happy, ignoring the fact that we weren't supposed to be anything more than friends, it was the only place I wanted to be.
Jamie McGuire
#15. I open my eyes and blow a straggle of hair out of my face. Not my hair, smitty's. his head is buried in the crook of my neck and he's out cold. he uses raspberry shampoo? what a big girl.
Kirsty McKay
#16. Chloe put aside worries about her job, her life, and turned to face him. "Sex can't be the answer to everything," she said as she draped her arms around his strong neck.
He bent his head to hers. "For now, it can," he said and kissed her.
Linda Howard
#17. And then she would put her hand over the bird's face like she was hiding it from seeing something, and then she would grab and twist. Break the neck. Slice the head off on the stump.
Jesmyn Ward
#18. But then she snapped your neck."
Tears rolled down his face.
"And I felt you die," he whispered.
Tears were sliding down my own cheeks.
Sarah J. Maas
#19. His hands squeezed my neck, gripping firm but not hard. His face got closer. Please, Faye, whatever this is, when I get home from it, I want to slide into my bed with you bein' in it.
Kristen Ashley
#20. She was welcoming and perfect in his arms. He kissed her, buried his face in the sweet hollow of her neck. Her curls brushed his cheeks, and he felt that if he could just hold her a little longer, every wound, every hurt, every bad thing would melt away.
Leigh Bardugo
#21. Careful, Miss Cavanaugh," he whispered. "You don't know what you're asking." He lowered his face to her neck, dragging his lips along her skin up to her ear. "If I steal more from you, if I give you more, I'll want it all and won't let up for a very, very long time.
Madison Thorne Grey
#22. Perhaps I should kiss the face of the kitchen clock for luck. Perhaps its little hands with rapture would encircle my neck and we might be happy. I am sure happiness is not too far away
Russell Edson
#23. I nestled my face closer to his neck, wanting to smell his skin, lose myself in the scent and feel of him as we swayed slowly to the beat of music I couldn't hear because his voice was in my mind ... and it was the only sound I ever wanted to hear again.
S.L. Naeole
#24. I like tattoos. I'm gonna be covered. I'm not going to touch my face or under the chin on the neck: it's my least favorite place.
Mac Miller
#25. She swallowed. "Wear this, at least. For luck." She took off her necklace, with her five years' worth of camp beads and the ring from her father, and tied it around my neck. "Reconciliation," she said. "Athena and Poseidon together." My face felt a little warm, but I managed a smile. "Thanks.
Rick Riordan
#26. He didn't speak; his lips continued working against mine. His solid arms enveloped me, and then he buried his face in my neck.
"You're quiet th
Jamie McGuire
#27. Burying his face in Emma's neck, Noah's cries quieted as Emma hummed to him. Their food arrived then.
Wanna come to Daddy, Little Man, so Mama can eat?
Katie Ashley
#28. He buried his face against her neck and held on to her healing compassion for just as long as she'd let him.
Julie Miller
#29. Zoyd remembered her...as a tall florid girl in a minidress that bore the image, from neck to hemline, of Frank Zappa's face, thus linking her in Zoyd's mind somehow with Mount Rushmore.
Thomas Pynchon
#30. The mint and honeysuckle air is chilly on her damp face, awake on the nape of her neck as Witch Baby Wigg skates home.
Francesca Lia Block
#31. She put her arms around his waist and looked up at his face. "I did? What did I take?"
He bent down to kiss her. She stood to meet
him halfway. His lips softly touched her lips and her neck as his hands became tangled in her hair.
"I believe it was my heart.
Aleatha Romig
#32. Aren't you worn out from running?" His lips follow a tear down my neck, and then he brushes my face with his hand. "I don't want to live without you another day. I'm begging you for another chance. Please.
Willow Aster
#33. When I was heavy, people would say to me - and it was such a backhanded compliment - they would say, 'You've got such a beautiful face,' in the way of, like, 'Oh, isn't it a shame that from the neck down you're questionable.'
Kate Winslet
#34. Are we fighting?" I asked Morelli. "No. Were discussing." "Are you sure?" "Am I yelling?" Morelli asked. "Is my face purple? Are the cords on my neck standing out? Am I waving my arms around?" "No." "The were not fighting.
Janet Evanovich
#35. and fair hair combed off her face and arranged in a large bun at the back of her neck; a style which at the moment happened to be fashionable although that was not her reason for wearing it so. She was a woman who always kept to her own style.
Agatha Christie
#36. I recognize a few more of the attendees: Mustela fae - ferret-like creatures with long, venomous fangs and vulnerable craniums, a hedgehog being with the face of a sparrow, a pink woman with a neck as long as a flamingo. There
A.G. Howard
#37. She wrapped her arms around his neck and gazed into the face of the man she was going to spend the rest of her life with. "Just promise to love me forever."
"This is one story that's going to have a happy ending," he told her, and he lowered his mouth to hers.
Shannon Stacey
#38. He raised his hand to brush a stray hair from her face. Instead of dropping his hand, he slid it behind her neck and drew her closer. His earthy pine scent enveloped her. When his lips touched hers, she lost any hope of control.
Lia Davis
#39. I never plan for the future but wander into it with a smile on my face, hope in my heart, and the hair up on the nape of my neck.
Dean Koontz
#40. How far did we go that night?"
His gaze dropped to the neck of my tank top and the curves of my breasts. "Second base"."
"Shirt on?"
"Off. We were both topless. Topless cuddles are best." He watched as I absorbed the information, his face close to mine.
"Bra?"
"Absolutely not.
Kylie Scott
#41. Whales only get harpooned when they come to the surface, and turtles can only move forward when they stick their neck out, but investors face risk no matter what they do..
Charles Jaffe
#42. Then I whispered, "I love you, my Lahn," and heard the swift hiss of his intake of breath. Then he buried his face in my neck and whispered back, "Loot kay hansahnalay na, my Circe." And I love you, my Circe.
Kristen Ashley
#44. I would not miss your face, your neck, your hands, your limbs, your bosom and certain other of your charms. Indeed, not to become boring by naming them all, I could do without you, Chloe, altogether.
Martial
#45. He'd thought it would be the right thing to say, but she scoffed a little ... and that, more than anything - more than the prospect of having his ribs crushed in or his face pulled off or his neck stretched on a rope - scared him out of his wits.
V.S. Carnes
#46. The only cure for suffering is to face it head on, grasp it round the neck and use it.
Brennan Manning
#47. I use sunscreen every single day, even if I'm not going outside in the sun, because I'm near a window. I can always get those UV rays on my face, so I always apply sunscreen on my face and neck. It's like brushing my teeth: I feel weird if I don't apply sunscreen.
Michelle Phan
#48. He'd laugh in my face, then I'd slice him to ribbons and then he'd break my neck
Ilona Andrews
#49. Jake buried his face in my neck and kissed a burning trail up it and along my jaw. "Should I ride the elevator of our building up and down all night, hoping you'll show?" he asked, his voice husky. "Or should we just plan to meet?
Cindi Madsen
#50. She had no mercy. He looked at her neck and thought how he would like to jab it with the knife he had for his muffin. He knew enough anatomy to make pretty certain of getting the carotid artery. And at the same time he wanted to cover her pale, thin face with kisses.
W. Somerset Maugham
#51. But ... you could have whatever you wished."
"Exactly," he says, nuzzling my neck.
"But," I say, "you could turn stones to rubies or ride in a fine gentleman's carriage."
Kartik puts his hands on either side of my face. "To each his own magic," he says and kisses me again.
Libba Bray
#52. He skims his fingers across my neck to move aside my long braid, and I try not to remember the protective look on his face from earlier or notice his earthy scent or the way my rib cage squirms as he leans in, like I've got a trapped butterfly in there.
Mary Weber
#53. My face is in his neck and I think if I was going to cry, this would be the perfect place to do it
Nyrae Dawn
#54. Jesus," he buried his face in my neck. "There's nothin' better in the world than hearing you say my name when I'm inside you." He slid in deeper, filling me. "I've been waiting years to be right here.
Kristen Ashley
#55. I perched my chin on his shoulder and smiled. "That was because you were trying to win our bet."
He angled his neck to face me. "Damn right I was.
Jamie McGuire
#56. Is this your way of telling me to shut my face?" Jace inquired. "Remember when you mocked me for sneaking around with Magnus and asked me if I'd fallen on my neck?" Alec asked, placing the tip of the stele against his forearm and starting to draw an iratze. "This is payback.
Cassandra Clare
#57. Like rings in a large tree trunk that had been logged and exposed, every year of her life was visible in the wrinkles that lined her face, neck and arms. She was a living, breathing fossil.
S.W. Lothian
#58. I walk by, seeing myself walk by on a bag, someone's hands gripping the paper handles above my neck, my curved waist, my gleam of sweat, me, half a block away, and think, you don't know self-fragmentation until it's staring you in the face.
Chris Campanioni
#59. I like when my face tingles, when the hair on the back of my neck stands up.
Kevin Costner
#60. At some point on your road you have to turn and start walking back towards yourself. Or the past will pursue you, and bite the nape of your neck, leave you bleeding in the ditch. Better to turn and face it with such weapons as you possess.
Hilary Mantel
#61. And carefully ... tenderly ... taking my time with every brushstroke, I sketch the curve of her neck, apply the crimson of her lips, form her face into a two-dimensional tribute to her beauty.
Amy Plum
#62. I keep my skin - especially on my face and neck - out of the sun. My brother died of melanoma eight years ago, and I've got SPF on all the time, 24-7. It makes you realize, the sun is a wonderful thing, but it can be a very devastating thing. So sunscreen is key, and a lot of laughter, too.
Giada De Laurentiis
#63. I buried my face against his neck, breathing him in - the smell of machine oil, summertime, a thousand memories
L.A. Weatherly
#64. Darius began to walk away, but as if he thought better of it, turned back to face Wharick. He stared into the Gwardian's eyes for a moment and then spoke quietly. If ever a blade comes that close to my neck brother, the only debt you owe me is to make sure it connects.
Madison Thorne Grey
#65. Quin lay down next to me and buried his face in my neck. I felt everything hidden and heavy inside him collapse in my arms. His hot tears joined with mine.
"I need you."
"I know," I answered.
Ellery A. Kane
#66. She simply stared at me with such a loving expression on her face, I felt like I was her foal. Indah reached her head as far as she could around me, to press me to her. I melted. How could I live without this horse? I wrapped my arms around her neck and let my tears flow.
Kelly Batten
#67. Before she knew what she was doing, she was storming after Kai. She grabbed his elbow and spun him back around to face her. Without hesitating, Cinder wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.
Marissa Meyer
#68. Whatsamatter?" Dante scraped a hand over his abs, his neck, the side of his face
collecting his jizz. He sucked his pleasure off his lower lip. "I gave myself a fuckin' necklace.
Damon Suede
#69. Laurel could not see her face but only the back of her neck, the most vulnerable part of anybody, and she thought: Is there any sleeping person you can be entirely sure you have not misjudged?
Eudora Welty
#70. I turned my peeled-apple face to him. I'd make myself look at him. I owed him that. His touch lingered on my neck as though he'd left a handprint of melted light.
Franny Billingsley
#71. He bent down burying his face in my neck. I reached back to grab onto the iron bars behind me to hold myself up. My jacket slipped off my shoulders. I was pretty sure I was on fire and at that moment I would have sworn that bursting into flame was a glorious way to go.
Myra McEntire
#72. Eli's long fingers cupped her face, traced the nape of her neck, kept her still, as if he needed to give her every bit of his attention, as if he could learn her like a language, plot her like a course. Eli kissed Gracie like she was a song and he was determined to hear every note.
Leigh Bardugo
#73. Lysandra gazed at the ring, then lifted her eyes to Aelin's face - and threw her arms around her neck, squeezing tight. She took that as a yes.
Sarah J. Maas
#74. I whispered, "Can we kick the aunties out right now?"
I saw the flash of his smug smile before he buried his face in my neck and muttered, "You're adorable."
I wasn't trying to be adorable. I was trying to get laid.
"No, seriously.
Kristen Ashley
#75. Adults and pups alike, they surrounded her in the greeting ceremony, licking her face and wagging their tails. Brokefang let the girl hug him fiercely about the neck and nuzzled her in reply.
Tamora Pierce
#76. My wild man," I whispered. "My snake charmer."
He closed his eyes and shoved his face in my neck, groaning, "Fuck, Tess."
I turned my head so my lips were at his ear and no lies, no masks, no bullshit, no games, I kept whispering when I told him, "I love you, Brock.
Kristen Ashley
#77. Julia was a tall, ungainly girl, much taller than Gordon, with a thin face and a neck just a little too long - one of those girls who even at their most youthful remind one irresistibly of a goose.
George Orwell
#78. His arms cinch around my waist and he buries his face into my neck. He says a muffled, "Don't wanna let you go."
My heart swells, I whisper back, "Then don't.
Belle Aurora
#79. Maybe we'll admit this thing we have is perfect, not worth messing around with. And stay together forever. If you're interested, that is."
She glanced away. "I could think about that."
He buried his face in her neck. "Think fast
Robyn Carr
#80. His face moves to my neck, where he whispers softly, I'll always love you enough for the both of us. Always.
Aurora Rose Reynolds
#81. Seeing her shiver, I want to take her into my coat and button it around her. I want to warm my face against her neck and steam her up like a mirror and write my name on her with my fingertip.
Laini Taylor
#82. The water settled along with Lex's frantic breaths, and she lifted her face from the crook of Dallas's neck. "Jesus."
Grinning, Dallas pushed damp hair back from her cheek. "Yeah, that got a little out of hand. I can't seem to keep my cock out of you.
Kit Rocha
#83. And she nodded and she nodded and she nodded until she was sobbing and she wasn't sure when the nodding turned into sobbing but it had and she'd buried her face into The Mother's neck and The Mother rubbed her back, her palm up and down and up and down.
Ainslie Hogarth
#84. I craned my neck to see his face, which was pointed toward the wall. What looked like a puncture mark was visible on his neck. I held my fingers to a pulse point. The beating was faint. No wonder this man was the most quiet grown-up in the library. He was dying.
Shari Hearn
#85. Amy! My God! My God! My darling!' and buried my face in her neck, my arms wrapped tight around her, and let the cameras get their fifteen seconds, and I whispered deep inside her ear, 'You fucking bitch.
Gillian Flynn
#86. Strand of auburn hair out of her face and tried smoothing it back into the knot at the base of her neck. Yes, this is exactly what I would want for my baby shower ... if I ever get to have one. A stabbing pain entered her heart before crisscrossing its way through
Katie Ashley
#87. Afterward, she hooked a limp arm around his neck, buried her face against his shoulder, and whispered, Don't ever get hypothermia with anyone but me.
Catherine Anderson
#88. Her arms and shoulders and neck were strong. Her makeup was perfect. Her face was dominated by her eyes. Her face hinted strongly at intelligence and heat. Excellent combination.
Robert B. Parker
#89. The memories of the day played in his mind, but this time, his thoughts were of his daughter and the way she'd clung to Katie, her little face buried in Katie's neck.
The last time he'd seen that, he reflected, was when Carly had been alive.
Nicholas Sparks
#90. As I walked briskly out the road the wind knifed at my face, but this sun caressed the back of my neck.
John Knowles
#91. I'll come back to you," I say. "I promise you, if it's the last thing I do, I'll come back to you."
Her face is buried in my neck. She nods.
"I'll count the minutes until you do." she says.
Pittacus Lore
#92. Since the fall of Man and the return of Magery and our older ways, most disputes were settled in a civilized manner: sword to the face, mace to the neck, acceptable societal situational handlers
Adam P. Knave
#93. I stare at the way the tracks of her tears break across her jaw and along her neck, at how it looks like her face, once shattered, has been carefully put back together. And I wonder if that's what my scars really are: proof that I've put myself back together again.
Carrie Ryan
#94. I woke up wrapped in Ranger's arms, our legs entwined, my face snuggled into his neck. He smelled nice, and he felt even better . . . warm and friendly. I enjoyed it for a moment before reality took hold.
Janet Evanovich
#95. He felt warm and familiar. He felt solid and safe. I wanted to cling to his shirt, bury my face into the warm curve of his neck, and never let go.
Becca Fitzpatrick
#96. I hate hats! Hats just give you really bad hair! I had a hat sometimes. Frankly, you get burnt so much anyway, it's beside the point. And when you're walking into the western sun, no hat in the world is going to save your face and neck from being sizzled.
Robyn Davidson
#97. He spotted Jill sitting about thirty feet away, face tipped toward the sun, her straight brown hair tucked behind one ear and slanted across her neck. And Ben decided that when her mouth wasn't full of tuna salad, she was sort of pretty.
Andrew Clements
#98. Do you know something?" I could have looked at his face all night. The way his eyes wrinkled at the corners. That place where his neck met his shoulder. "What?" "Sometimes, Clark, you are pretty much the only thing that makes me want to get up in the morning.
Jojo Moyes
#99. Did I tell you how incredible you look tonight?
I shook my head and hugged him, laying my head on his shoulder. He tightened his grip, and buried his face in my neck, making me forget about decisions or bracelets or my separate personalities; I was exactly where I wanted to be.
Jamie McGuire
#100. So many details came into focus. The shape of his lips, the line of his neck. "I'm not dangerous," I breathed.
He brought his face toward mine. "You are to me."
And somehow, against all reason, we were kissing. I closed my eyes, and the world around me faded.
Richelle Mead
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