Top 31 Quotes About Forearms
#1. I've never owned an actual trail-running shoe myself, but maybe I should. My favorite paths are fraught with peril, much of it skulking at shoelace level. A rock, a root, an errant pine cone. Wham, and you're down, choking in dust and picking pebbles from wounds in your forearms and knees.
Don Kardong
#2. My biggest problem was to get the coaches to understand that I was a runner, and I wanted to prepare myself based upon the calisthenics I did and get myself ready. For example, I used my forearm when I ran the ball, so I didn't want to do pushups because I wanted my forearms to heal.
Jim Brown
#3. And that was when Ryker collapsed. One second he was standing, the next second his ass was to the floor, his knees bent to the ceiling, his forearms to his knees and his head was bowed between his legs. Merry, Cal and Layne all looked down at a big man brought low by a miracle.
Kristen Ashley
#4. All kids are devils in disguise," Rose retorts, her forearms on the bar, "and apparently I'm the only one who sees them for what they really are." "And what is that?" "Small, tiny gremlins.
Krista Ritchie
#5. With her fingers running back up my arms, and all this sperm talk, things are getting a little too intense down below. I lean slightly forward, conveniently placing my forearms across my lap.
Jay Asher
#6. His eyes are piercing and intense, the stare they give me brimming with threat and interest, folding thick arms over a broad chest, rippling the muscles in his forearms and etching the tattoos down his arms into stark highlight.
Poppet
#7. On New York's Palm restaurant: Their steaks are often good, but the
lobsters-with claws the size of Arnold Schwarzenegger's forearms-are as glazed and tough as most of the customers.
Malcolm Forbes
#8. You're supposed to be sleeping'
Mulder didn't jump, didn't turn his head. 'The day you figure out how to turn off my brain Scully let me know.' He shook his head, but carefully. 'Amazing isn't it?'
'Your brain?' She leaned her forearms on the railing. 'It's okay but I wouldn't call it amazing.
Charles Grant
#9. The vertical lines that run down his forearms are the most disturbing, thick and jagged as if someone took a razor to his skin. I wish I could run my fingers along them and remove the pain and memories that are attached to them.
Jessica Sorensen
#10. Let us touch each other
while we still have hands,
palms, forearms, elbows ...
Let us love each other for misery,
torture each other, torment,
disfigure, maim,
to remember better,
to part with less pain.
Vera Pavlova
#12. I could feel the hair rising on my forearms, as though with cold, and rubbed them uneasily. Two hundred years. From 1945 to 1743; yes, near enough. And women who traveled through the rocks. Was it always women? I wondered suddenly.
Diana Gabaldon
#13. The mist was so challenging and the winds hit me, definitely more than I expected. It was definitely those winds, you can't re-enact them, you can't recreate them. Then my forearms started to tense up and you feel like running.
Nik Wallenda
#14. She had seen a huge hunchback ogre with meaty forearms and a pruned face crossing a courtyard with an anvil under one arm.
Brandon Mull
#15. Then I got another mental image of him, broad chest covered in blond pelt, muscular forearms, big smooth cock jutting out of a silky nest. Riordan ordering me down on my knees, his hand tangling in my hair as he pulled my head toward his heat. The laugh died in my throat.
Josh Lanyon
#16. The ideal build for a golfer would be strong hands, big forearms, thin neck, big thighs and a flat chest. He'd look like Popeye.
Gary Player
#17. It's only when you suddenly stop perspiring that your forearms go dull.
George Antheil
#18. Trev, remember when I told you about the one thing I missed from my life before I met you?"
Kegan dropped his forearms onto his bent knees, leaned his forehead on them.
"You just met her.
Sherri Desbois
#19. I walked toward the bar where The Reader sat turning pages, a cup of coffee at his elbow. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing thick forearms covered in tattoos.
Oh. Sweet. Lord.
Really, he was all of my favourite things.
Molly O'Keefe
#20. The light played across the planes of his strong hands and forearms, allowing her to note the minuscule shifting of muscles signaling his next move. His shapely fingers moved with practical ease, and he unclasped the belt. The kilt dropped.
Angela Quarles
#21. He pressed his forearms flat against the wall, caging me with his body. Electric heat sparked in the space between us. He pulled back. His irises swirled with silver flecks, twisting into a metallic pool. His Wolf stared down at me. I don't want anyone touching you, except me.
Elizabeth Morgan
#22. Ella. Look at me." Her head tossed. Her fingernails dug into his forearms. But he didn't care. Sliding the fingers of his other hand into her hair, he forced her to face him. "Only you," he whispered when their eyes met. "You're it for me."
~ Tate
Elisabeth Naughton
#23. I really like nice forearms - nice strong hands and forearms. I love that because then they can wear a watch really well.
Eva Mendes
#24. I could settle down here in Gangrene Valley. I could learn how to do woman's work. We could have all the babies. Side note, I hope they get his beard and my forearms.
Penny Reid
#25. I notice faint scars on her wrists and forearms, thin lines too symmetrical to be accidents.
Isaac Marion
#26. It was not the part of His kindly love that he who was to praise God's divine generosity in regard to others should be compelled to condemn it in regard to himself.
Giovanni Pico Della Mirandola
#27. You know a lot about spies, espionage, and strategic advantages for a billionaire playboy, real estate mogul, and owner of an exclusive sex club.
Lisa Shearin
#28. I feel very tied to Ireland and the U.K. and that side of the world.
Jamie Dornan
#29. Your imagination can take you anywhere. I hope you have many magic carpet adventures.
Laura Clarizio
#30. It made my blood boil so hot, my brain stopped working right.
Neal Shusterman
#31. Someone who does not run toward the allure of love walks a road where nothing lives. But this dove here senses the love hawk floating above, and waits, and will not be driven or scared to safety.
Rumi
