Pressed Quotes

#1. I think in the case of my father, in terms of the things that influenced me, he never pressed me to go into academics or pressed me to go to a field, and indeed, my behavior was largely to move as far the other direction. I don't think that's uncommon with people with very successful parents.

Robert C. Merton

#2. She pressed the controls to lower the ramp. "All right, Syn. One cubbyhole coming up. Just remember you have to bear my choice with the same grace and even-tempered temerity I've shown with yours." He snorted. "Good. I get to whine and bitch. Can't wait."
-Shahara & Syn

Sherrilyn Kenyon

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

Ransom Riggs

#4. But first I had to get through the ironing. It took a lot of patience. I had none. It took forever, and then I had to press the whole shirt again to get out the creases I'd pressed into it.

Jennifer Echols

#5. Intellectually he knows that the blood is being pressed to the back of his body, pooling in the back part of his cerebellum and flooding his kidneys. He hasn't done enough medical work to know what that means, but it can't be good.

James S.A. Corey

#6. Stop fighting me, Leo. Because I love you too." God said, his lips pressed firmly against Day's ear. "You can't fuck that other guy because you're mine," he whispered. God

A.E. Via

#7. This last month I have felt the burden of a city. Its great sorrow has pressed in on my soul. Its vice and sin have bowed me upon my knees in tears.

Oswald J. Smith

#8. with a face like a fish pressed to glass; eyes so large they appear distorted. "Is

Lauren Oliver

#9. 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

#10. Pressed by the Obama administration and consumers, Kraft, Nestle, Pepsi, Campbell and General Mills, among others, have begun to trim the loads of salt, sugar and fat in many products.

Michael Moss

#11. Let's do something wild and crazy. Something...different." She licked her lips and he lost all train of thought. She opened her eyes wide and a sinful smile curved her lips. "I have a great idea!" She pressed closer to him and brushed her mouth over his. "Let's get hitched.

Milly Taiden

#12. Why did you do this? You could lose your job or worse."
"I wanted to spend some time alone with you. Tomorrow, you might be leaving for good." He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. Reluctantly, he pulled away. "You're worth the risk.

Julia Crane

#13. Pressed up against the rear wall, half hidden by shirts and dresses dangling from hangers, was a tall, thin girl with wide, terrified eyes. Her hands were wrapped around the muzzle of a small, wildly squirming dog.

Jeanne DuPrau

#14. Each of them warmed to the sound of the other's voice. They lay in the dark together, in distant cities, each of them thinking, We were lucky this time. And they pressed their phones closer to their ears, and both of them wondered how much longer this separation could go on.

Audrey Niffenegger

#15. One should write not unskillfully in the running hand, be able to sing in a pleasing voice and keep good time to music; and, lastly, a man should not refuse a little wine when it is pressed upon him.

Yoshida Kenko

#16. Everything seems different at night. Defined. Beyond the window, the world is full of shadows, all pressed together in harsh relief, somehow sharper than they ever were in daylight.
Sounds seem sharper,too, at night. A whistle. A crack. A child's whisper.

Victoria Schwab

#17. But the most dangerous thing that camp had taught me was the awful lesson of country living: out there, in the open, in the quiet, all the emptiness pressed itself up against you, pawed at the very center of your heart, convinced you to make friends with loneliness.

Kaitlyn Greenidge

#18. His icy lovecicle pressed against her dewy portal, demanding admittance to her passion chamber. How did a guy with no heartbeat, no pulse, get an erection? Who cares?

Nine Naughty Novelists

#19. Archer pressed a preset button on my car radio. An old Britney Spears song blared, and I sung along to every word, bopping in my seat. Archer just looked at me.

"Oh, come on!" I said. "Who doesn't sing along to Britney?

Elise Allen

#20. A mermaid found a swimming lad,
Picked him up for her own,
Pressed her body to his body,
Laughed; and plunging down
Forgot in cruel happiness
That even lovers drown.

W.B.Yeats

#21. Pressed from all corners, you often things, If I could just have eight hours of quiet. You will have that someday, but you won't have those little guys you have no and you'll miss them.

Nora Roberts

#22. One of these days Princess, I promise you."
I turned to scowl at him once more, "I would never be desperate enough to want you." Okay that was a lie; my breaths were already quickening just feeling his sculpted body pressed against mine.
His smile was slow and sexy, "We'll see.

Molly McAdams

#23. Even at the age of eight she would fall asleep by pressing one hand into the other and making believe she was holding the hand of the man whom she loved, the man of her life. So if in her sleep she pressed Tomas hand with such tenacity, we can understand why: she had been training since childhood.

Milan Kundera

#24. Even now, after a lifetime of human companionship, I am hard-pressed to understand fully mankind's fascination with those little marks that they so carefully impress on sheets of paper.

Sally Smith O'Rourke

#25. I feel his body pressed against mine. His heat burns against my flesh; searing, seducing. Permanently making it his.

A.R. Von

#26. Later, Achilles pressed close for a final, drowsy whisper. 'If you have to go, you know I will go with you.' We slept.

Madeline Miller

#27. I looked to the window. Patch was gone, but a single black feather was pressed to the outer pane, held in place by last night's rain. Or angel magic.

Becca Fitzpatrick

#28. I'm hard pressed to give an example on the spot of a president who explicitly spoke of the vindication of history, but I'm confident that there are many such examples.

David Greenberg

#29. Her arms slid around my back and I heard the softest moan in my ear as she snuggled into my chest. Her mouth pressed to my neck, not kissing, just ... there. On me.
Dammity-damn-damn-damn.

Ophelia London

#30. When pressed to tell people how I got myself into my current nepotism-gone-bad situation, I like to describe it as a mini-breakdown. The prefix makes all the difference. It makes it sound more like a vacation than a condition best treated with medication and art therapy.

Jill A. Davis

#31. His father read aloud, quietly, his voice steady and gentle, while he pressed a hand to Liam's delicate back, supporting his position.
...
She realized Dragos was reading the quarterly profit percentages from a stockholders' report.

Thea Harrison

#32. Nicci looked up at Kahlan. "Knives are not my talent." "It's not hard," Kahlan said as she pressed the handle into Nicci's hand. "When the time is right, just stick the pointed end somewhere important in someone you really don't like.

Terry Goodkind

#33. Each mind is pressed, and open every ear, to hear new tidings, though they no way joy us.

Edward Fairfax

#34. Hudson swept her hair out of her face and pressed a lingering kiss to her mouth. As her lips yielded to his, a thought came out of nowhere: I need you. Don't let us go.

Ann Marie Walker

#35. We make reality our own, handle it until it is soft as pressed butter.

Lauren Oliver

#36. Collapsing over her, breathing like a freight train, he pressed a kiss to her forehead and whispered, Name's Tim. Nice to meet you.

Stephanie Julian

#37. They started wondering and questioning what God was really up to. I think they must have had dark moments when the physical reality of their unusual circumstance pressed up against God's promise, presenting them with doubts to match the derision they would have endured for months.

Ross Parsley

#38. Are you for real?' I whispered against his lips. 'Yes or no.'
'You're killing me, princesa.' His words slid into my mouth as our bodies pressed together.

Sarah Ockler

#39. What if there was a time when I was going through hell too, but I didn't have the courage to keep going? So I just stopped. Pressed pause. What if I'm still on pause?

Jandy Nelson

#40. On day is pressed on by another.

Horace

#41. I pressed my lips together, trying to find a safe place to focus my attention. He filled the entire shower stall, his skin clean and wet, every part of him chiseled. His gym shorts clung to a package I had no business noticing.

Lisa Kessler

#42. Then he just let it ring, the phone pressed to his head like a pistol, her picture in his hands.

Geoff Dyer

#43. If I tell you something Leah, can you keep a secret?" Conor pressed a callused finger across a petroglyph of a deer like a blind man etching memory into his brain.

Laura Treacy Bentley

#44. The next morning I woke up with a furry lump pressed against my chest, its butt right under my chin. Before I could move, a toxic cloud of dog fart floated into my face. Barbeque sauce scented dog

Susan Lash

#45. He pressed a kiss on her shoulder, enjoying the way she shivered. "What is it?"
There was a long pause, then a wobbly breath. "Why can't I resist you?"
"Because you don't want to."
Before she could reply, he spun her around and kissed her again.

Elle Kennedy

#46. So much importance pressed into so few words. It was just like Jacin.

Marissa Meyer

#47. That was what humans did: They left on another messages through time, pressed between pages or carved into rock. Like reaching out a hand through time, and trusting in a phantom hoped-for hand to catch yours. Humans did not last forever. They could only hope what they made would endure.

Cassandra Clare

#48. Faces pressed against the pane, full of little, content with sawdust tears.

Jonathan Safran Foer

#49. Assume that your reader is tired, bored, and pressed for time.

Lyn Dupre

#50. Our praying, however, needs to be pressed and pursued with an energy that never tires, a persistency which will not be denied, and a courage which never fails.

Edward McKendree Bounds

#51. I very much dislike writing about myself or my work, and when pressed for autobiographical material can only give a bare chronological outline which contains no pertinent facts.

Shirley Jackson

#52. You'll be hard-pressed to reach your goals if you don't map out where you're going. Take time to navigate your life.

Richelle E. Goodrich

#53. I wanted to resist, allowing the night to go on forever. As we walked along the beach, I pressed my feet into the sand firmly, leaving an impression deep enough to last a lifetime.

And I did not look back...

Scott Hildreth

#54. Even the secularist is pressed by a sense of something more - some "fullness" that wells up within (or presses down upon) the managed immanent frame we've constructed in modernity.

James K.A. Smith

#55. Bemoan technology all you want. It expands your self-esteem and connects you in your well-pressed suit to the things that slip through the world otherwise unperceived.

Don DeLillo

#56. I couldn't always remember his face, so my visual for him became my feet, bare and pale and pressed against the wall as we talked for hours.

Lena Dunham

#57. Words are but drops pressed out of the lives of those who lived them.

Freya Stark

#58. The shots had dispersed the birds; there remained only two marabous, standing between ten and twenty paces away and plunged in reverie. They were like two old men with bald heads pressed between the shoulders.

Henryk Sienkiewicz

#59. A weight pressed on his heart. How could he want something and fear it so much at the same time?

Pam Munoz Ryan

#60. She had the sea in her blood, and sometimes, if she lay very still at night, with one ear pressed into the mattress, she could even hear the sound of waves.
If that wasn't the sign that the sea was in her blood, what could it be?

Eloisa James

#61. And, with the dark, the Forest came up boldly and pressed against the very walls and windows, peering in upon them, joining hands above the slates and chimneys.

Algernon Blackwood

#62. The kiss that was pressed against his own mouth was reverent, the contact no heavier than the warm, still air in the room. It was the consummate lover's kiss, the kind of thing he had wanted even more than the hot sex they'd just had.

J.R. Ward

#63. I love you," Ty whispered against Zane's lips. Zane smiled and pressed his nose against Ty's cheek. "I love you, too." "I'm going to keep asking until you say yes." Zane smiled against his cheek. "I know." Zane

Abigail Roux

#64. We barely made it inside her room before I pressed her up against the closed door and kissed her until she couldn't breathe, until I couldn't breathe-but who needed air when you had a silken tongue and warm lips and a body that begged to be licked, pinched, stroked.

Karina Halle

#65. Jim looks out the car window with his nose pressed to the glass. Sometimes he pretends to be asleep. Not because he is tired, but because he needs to be quiet.

Rachel Joyce

#66. Raven pressed his palm against his forehead. God. You guys sound like you're already married. This is going to be a disaster.

C.L.Stone

#67. He placed the tip of his fingers on her chin and tilted her head up to his. Rylan slowly closed her eyes as she felt his breathing quicken. The chill of his lips as they pressed against hers made her buckle at the knees, falling even further into him.

Courtney Giardina

#68. Works of art often last forever, or nearly so. But exhibitions themselves, especially gallery exhibitions, are like flowers; they bloom and then they die, then exist only as memories, or pressed in magazines and books.

Jerry Saltz

#69. She lowered her eyes, and suddenly saw the fox. He was looking up at her. Her chin was pressed down, and his eyes were looking up. They met her eyes. And he knew her. She was spellbound - she knew he knew her. So he looked into her eyes, and her soul failed her. He knew her, he was not daunted.

D.H. Lawrence

#70. I think I'd have done better if I had been a little more relaxed-if I had not pressed quite so hard, if I'd not lost quite so much sleep.

Charles Kuralt

#71. Then he pulled Liam forward and pressed their lips together. The kiss was no longer than a second, but in that second, any walls between them fell. Liam's body was Syd's body; Syd's mind was Liam's mind. someones eyelashes tickled and they drew apart

Alex London

#72. I feel his hardness between us and when I look down, sure enough, there it is. It's big and yummy and pressed inside his pants like an encased sausage threatening to break free.

Ella Dominguez

#73. No one has written adequately of what happens when enough of the body's naked surface is pressed against another human being's. It is a slow dismantling of ego, a suspension of the instinct to distinguish Me from Not Me.

Kenji Yoshino

#74. Jane shared his sentiment, but was hard-pressed not to laugh at her husband's inventive turns of phrase - her favourite was "goat-licking amateur," followed closely by "mongrel's handmaiden.

Mary Robinette Kowal

#75. Sometimes ... sometimes keeping alive is too tiring," she whispered, wringing her hands. Before he knew what he was doing, he pressed his lips against her brow. "Don't ever say that. Ever.

Melina Marchetta

#76. His lap looked like it was already occupied
by a giant boner. It pressed against his pants like a circus tent pole. Elephants could fit under there. A lion tamer and some flying trapeze artists. A dancing bear, or five.

Juniper Bell

#77. Look at me Elise. Tell me what you think I'm feeling, he murmured, then bent his head to hers and pressed his mouth to her parted lips.

Lara Adrian

#78. She pressed the plunger down hard, in hope and without regret ... Krystal Weedon had achieved her only ambition: she had joined her brother where nobody could part them.

J.K. Rowling

#79. She'd been noticing the feet of colored people ever since she'd come south. "They've been pressed down to the earth so hard," she said. "And the weight of what they carry tortures their feet.

Paula Fox

#80. Ford put a hand to his head. "Back up. Back up!" he cried. "You're too close."
Heart pounding, I looked at the eight feet between us and pressed into the fridge.
"I think he meant for the ghost to back up," Jenks said dryly.

Kim Harrison

#81. She looked before she drank. Looking was part of drinking. why waste sensation, she seemed to ask, why waste a single drop that can be pressed out of this ripe, this melting, this adorable world? Then she drank. And the air round her became threaded with sensation.

Virginia Woolf

#82. Cruz stroked her arms, following them up to her shoulders. "So obedient. Did you know she'd be like this?" "I knew she'd be perfect." Ace cupped her chin and pressed his thumb to her lips. "How much of my cock can you take without choking, angel?" Another prickle of heat washed over

Kit Rocha

#83. You! she said, stepping forward with a vehement expression and her finger pointed. Heart pounding, I pressed into Al. Funny how he seemed so much safer now. (Newt, Rachel and Al)

Kim Harrison

#84. If trust must be earned, hasn't God unequivocally earned our trust with the bark on the raw wounds, the thorns pressed into the brow, your name on the cracked lips.

Ann Voskamp

#85. Now I'm starting to jog. But every time I do jog I have 9-1 pressed into my phone, with the next '1' ready to be launched in case I drop.

Kevin James

#86. I am like a lemon. I'm pressed for more juice. When I have fun, there's still juice. I am not dried up.

Carine Roitfeld

#87. History that is presented only as ink-embalmed data is as a flower pressed in a book. Although the dry petals still hold all the elements of the original flower, they cannot show us how it looked blooming in the field. The color and fragrance - the true reality - or the flowers are gone.

Rex Alan Smith

#88. Amore." Giacomo pressed a hand against his heart. "How we suffer for it.

Kerrelyn Sparks

#89. The human being is so constructed that he pressed toward fuller and fuller being.

Abraham Maslow

#90. Why is he following me? Why are you following me?" He grabbed her arm. "D'Sayre is trying to learn your secrets. Me? I just want a kiss." He pulled her into his embrace and pressed his lips to hers.

Laurel O'Donnell

#91. I was raised in an observant Jewish household, so for me, Hebrew prayers - the sounds, the sunlight streaming in from the stained-glass windows of a synagogue - bring my father back to me as surely as if he were sitting next to me, my head pressed against his shoulder.

Dani Shapiro

#92. I'm hard-pressed to think of a lot of great rock movies.

Paul Westerberg

#93. There was a machine in the kitchen which could extract the juice of two hundred oranges in half an hour, if a little button was pressed two hundred times by a butler's thumb.

F Scott Fitzgerald

#94. There are three things about Barack that really stand out for me: strength, moral authority, and wisdom ... He has pressed the reset button on the moral authority of the entire free world.

David Cameron

#95. You're a vampire?"
Shanna's eyes widened. "No. I'm the same as I ever was."
"Oh, thank God." Caitlyn pressed a hand to her chest and collapsed onto the chair. "You scared me to death."
Shanna smiled. "Relax, sweetie. I'm not a vampire." She patted her arm. "My husband is.

Kerrelyn Sparks

#96. I experienced the happiest moment of my life when you took me in your arms as your wife and pressed me to your heart; when I even think of that moment my heart beats madly and I have a terrible longing for you, and I think I would hug you to death if I had you here now.

Hannah Pakula

#97. This won't kill me," he said, then uttered a sardonic laugh. He got up anyway, keeping his thumb pressed against the inside of his upper arm.

Kayti Nika Raet

#98. He stalked up behind her to clench her hips, and she stilled.
In a breathy voice, she asked, "You're going to make love to me again, aren't you?"
In answer,he lifted her onto the counter, tore off her shift, then pressed her naked body back into the blooms.

Kresley Cole

#99. If i were pressed to give my brand of political thought a label, I would call it pessimistic anarchistic quietism

J.M. Coetzee

#100. They ran in the sunlight, creating their own breeze which pressed their dresses into their damp skin. Reaching a kind of square of four locked trees which promised cooling; they flung themselves into the shade to taste their lip sweat and contemplate the wildness that had come upon them so suddenly

Toni Morrison