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Legana Breed spoke: 'You are all marines?'
'Aye,' Fiddler said.
'Tonight, then, I too am a marine. Let us go kill people.
I," said Lymond, in the voice unmistakably his which honeyed his most lethal thoughts, "I am a narwhal looking for my virgin. I have sucked up the sea like Charybdis and failing other entertainment will spew it three times daily, for a fee.
Dieve--but I'm glad I'm not a hog.
You are an enemy of the Church, Lee Scoresby. By their fruits shall ye know them.
Owr brave little shank!
...."we saw this big dark red leech hanging off his back.
We were dancing round yelling: 'We'll burn it off! Get the petrol! Stay
still Mr Kassar, you can trust us!'
He wimped out though, and made us use salt. Very boring.
And you, Kibbles, had better lay off me. One more growl and I swear I'm going to geld you with a spoon. (Zarek)
What a world I've come up through, said Liir to himself. Oh, what a world, what a world.
Lee made small greetings to the others, saw the sour expression of Jubal Early, Ewell's division commander,
I'm baptized by America and covered in leeches.
Sai-Liber is my family name.Much like Wayfairer.You may call me Tetraphrimaportacheeq.It is much simpler."
To who? I'd barely got it out the first time.
Kill my envy, command my tongue, trample down self. Give
We'll be getting rid of these people here ... First, Mr. Samir Naga ... Naga ... Naga ... Not gonna work here anymore, anyway.
Listen to me: Leek is a vegetable. It can be the center of a dish.
As I dive between the legs of a big Gunnar, I see Mair wind up and slam her shockstick hard as she can between the V of another guy's thighs. Falling, he makes a noise that I can't say I've heard a human utter before, sort of like I imagine a puppy would sound being put through a juicer.
lion looking for someone to devour.
In the midst of fear Lyra knelt by Lanre's body and breathed his name. Her voice was a beckoning. Her voice was love and longing. Her voice called him to live again. But Lanre lay cold and dead.
I'm a bad motherfucker, don't you know
and I'll crawl over fifty good pussies just to get to one fat boy's asshole, said Stagger Lee.
Lee's face was a Spock-on-the-bridge-of-the-Enterprise blank.
more. Lee had done this so many times that he could have closed his eyes and his fingers would carry on, manipulating his tools of felony with enviable precision. Lee had already
Every Clayr is given the gift to See some portent of her death, though not the death itself, for no human could bear that weight. Almost twenty years ago I Saw myself and your little dog, and in time I realized that this was the vision that foretold my final days.
I've an irritating chuckle, I've a celebrated sneer,
I've an entertaining snigger, I've a fascinating leer;
To everybody's prejudice I know a thing or two;
I can tell a woman's age in half a minute
and I do
Anthony Doerr again takes language beyond mortal limits.
Me wretched! Let me curr to quercine shades!
Effund your albid hausts, lactiferous maids!
O, might I vole to some umbrageous clump,
Depart,
be off,
excede,
evade,
erump!
You look absolutely delicious today, Feyre?!
Lorth spoke a word and came into focus, though he had learned from experience that his features, the ghost-pale skin of a Northman with the gold-green eyes of a wolf, were almost as unnerving to a Tarthian as the shadowy form of a cloaking spell.
I spy, with my little eye, something that starts with ... G."
"Sausages.
So long, Lee. Give our regards to the Kaiser. And tell him there's a few boys on 58th Street who'll throw a party for him if he'll drop around.
Lew? Not that I don't appreciate it, but itLew-- Nora Roberts
Garch a har?" -Oddjob, Goldfinger
The bird, the best, the fisch eke in the see,They live in fredome, everich in his kynd.And I a man, and lakkith libertee.
She who has never lov'd, has never liv'd.
It's a good thing that dumplings are small because Lee Anne's goodies will make your willpower vanish as you reach for 'just one more'.
My body is but the lees of my better being.
Ting-a-ling mother fucker.
Be alert. The world needs more lerts.
I'm only human, Odair!
The Hawks want to talk to you, Boss."
"The Hawks?" I queried, confusion wrinkling my brow.
Kir smiled and pulled me to my feet. "My gang are called the Hawks."
I threw him a sardonic look. "Why? Because you always catch your prey?"
He grinned wickedly. "Always, beautiful Rogan. Always.
S called a lute," said Caleb, through a mouthful of walrus.
"Whut?"
"IT'S CALLED A LUTE, HAMISH!"
"Aye, I used to loot!
No use, no use!' said the King. 'She runs so fearfully quick. You might as well try to catch a Bandersnatch! But I'll make a memorandum about her, if you like-she's a dear good creature,' he repeated softly to himself, as he opened his memorandum-book. 'Do you spell "creature" with a double "e"?
I'm Raine Benares, seeker and ... " I looked up at Vegard.
"What else are people calling me now?"
The big Guardian chuckled and shook his head. "A lot of things, ma'am. Some you've heard, most you haven't, but I'm sure you could guess.
What is this word that broke through the fence of your teeth, Atreides?
Hang, cur, hang, you whoreson, insolent noisemaker!
Burn you, Nerim, that's a leg not a bloody side of beef!'
'As my lord says,' Nerim murmured. 'My lord's leg is not a side of beef. Thank you, my lord, for instructing me.
You who called me Scout are dead and in your grave.
Hate eats the hater the way ogres eat little boys.
The actor playing Lee got really irritated. He tried to escape by turning, running, or twisting and talking or yelling above the voice of the illness, but the illness didn't sit quietly.
Miss Gerhart, the last time I saw you, you had quite a mouthful to shout at me. You're really quiet today. Cat got your tongue?
Look at you and your big, bad self. Rawr." "You haven't see anything yet," I growled. "I'm giving you five seconds to back the hell off her. One. Four. Fi -
General Lee, this is no place for you. These men behind you are Georgians and Virginians. They have never failed you and will not fail you here. Will you boys?
If leeches ate peaches instead of my blood, then I would be free to drink tea in the mud!
At the ches with me she (Fortune) gan to pleye; With her false draughts (pieces) dyvers/She staal on me, and took away my fers. And when I sawgh my fers awaye, Allas! I kouthe no lenger playe.
For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love
My name is Spar. I am neither called Rocky nor made of rock. I am a Guardian, one of those warriors who were summoned to battle against the Seven demons of the Darkness and to prevent their possible return to this human plane of existence. I consider the others of my kind to be my brothers.
Die for adultery! No: The wren goes to't, and the small gilded fly does lecher in my sight
Peevishness may be considered the canker of life, that destroys its vigor and checks its improvement; that creeps on with hourly depredations, and taints and vitiates what it cannot consume.
Vhat is your nom?" Preston had a lazy eye, and the alcohol added to the lopsided effect of his gaze.
"Shannon Tinker, and I watch you like you're a TV show." Shannon added a bop to her stance, unconsciously dancing to the beat of the song constantly playing in her head.
What I love, I destroy, Lews Therin laughed. What I destroy, I love.
Christ, don't you ever knock?
It's Lassiter. L-A-S-S-I-T-E-R. How is it possible you're still getting me confused with someone else? Do I need a nametag?
That's what was on the video," Lee said, a little breathlessly. "Horns. Holy fucking shit. I thought it was a bad tape. But it wasn't something wrong with the tape. It was something wrong with you.
You are still a very loosome lass, Lael Click." "Loosome?" "Lovely. But you need tae regain your strength. I canna wed and bed so wee a fairy.
No, I don't think any harm of old Butterbur. Only he does not altogether like mysterious vagabonds of my sort.' Frodo gave him a puzzled look.
'Well, I have rather a rascally look, have I not?' said Strider with a curl of his lip and a queer gleam in his eye.
Come on, Feyre. We don't bite. Unless you ask us to.
What am I going to do with ye, Grace? First, ye blacken my eye, and then ye slice me in the thigh." He chuckled. "I bet ye ne'er knew I was a poet, did ye?"
When he felt her hand pat him, he chuckled. "Ye cannae get enough of me, can ye?"
"Pardon?"
"Och, lass. That isnae my thigh.
And I, what is my crime I cannot tell,
Unless it be a crime to haue lou'd too well.
LEELA: 'To be, or not to be, that is the question.' That is a very stupid question!
THE DOCTOR: It's Shakespeare.
LEELA: And that is a very stupid name. You do not shake a spear, you throw it! Throwspeare, now that is a name.
Lee was too cool by nature to rage at fate; his manner was to raise an eyebrow and greet it laconically.
Run, little mouse. The hawk is coming, and you're going to get eaten.
No need ror quotion marks
The fallyng out of faithfull frends is the renuyng of loue.
Widow. The word consumes itself.
...a leering, sneering obscene little harpy...
Tell Savitar I said hi.
What is that in his hand?"
"A cleaver. As in-"
"Butcher's knife."
"You got it."
"I hope not."
"He does not look happy."
"Are you sure it's a he?"
"I don't want to know.
Where is Richard, do you know?"
"Chopping onions on the back step. Oh, you mean Master Richard? Upstairs. Eating. Where's anybody?
Smeagol won't grub for roots and carrotses and - taters. What's taters,precious, eh, what's taters?"
"Po-ta-toes!" said Sam.
Are you going to wolf out and eat me now?"
"Certainly not, you'd be stringy and hard to digest."
"But kosher."
"I'll be sure to point any Jewish lycanthropes in your direction.
Gnawing with my teeth my bonds in sunder, I gain'd my freedom.
Will you stay to dinner?" Adam asked.
"I will not be responsible for the murder of more chickens," said Samuel.
"Lee's got a pot roast."
"Well, in that case
No, we always get killed because of you, Leeroy Jenkins!
The whole reason Fenrir's name is Fenrir is because man-hating-bitch-from-Hell is too much of a mouthful, and you can't say it in polite company.
pocket lizard licker.
Ever the charmer, eh, Braden? (Sin)
Hold your tongue, Sin. (Braden)
I would, but with my luck, one of your giant Scottish bugs would land on it. Besides, it makes my hand wet and pruney when I do that. (Sin)
Hey." Lon said to Kar Yee, towering over her. "Hanging in there?"
"This? Pfft. It's nothing." Kar Yee said with a silly grin. "How's my favorite pirate captain? Did you come to give me something nice to look at? A little pirate booty?" She snorted a laugh at her own joke.
I ... am ... the son of Jor-El!
THE GRACKLE
The
Lee tells his troops. After four years of arduous service marked by unsurpassed courage and fortitude the Army of Northern Virginia has been compelled to yield to overwhelming numbers and resources.
Who's Heinz and what's an accordion?"
-Spader
Live life hifreelancer
Leeches should be kept a day before applying them. They should be squeezed to make them eject the contents of their stomachs.
We wail, batten, sport, clip, clasp, sunder, dwindle, die:
Summerlee burst into derisive laughter. 'A ptero-fiddlestick!' said he. 'It was a stork, if I ever I saw one.
Vor stared for a moment at his own reflection in the familiar mirrored face, remembering some of the stupid jokes his friend had told and the innovative military games they had played together. Seurat had never harmed him in any way.
We hope you have found challenge in your path this morning.
Laniel, Abbot of Bilkar the Furred
You are my salvation, Feyre.
Hello kerplunk, this is my dear friend pitter patter.
Don't make me sic the Voo-doo on you.
The raw hunk of meat that used to be my enemy makes a sound, and I know where the mouth is. And I think the word he's trying to say is 'please'. Pity, not vengeance sends my arrow flying into his skull.
(regarding Charles Lee) This eccentric and notably slovenly man was always trailed by his beloved dogs. "When I can be convinced that men are as worthy objects as dogs", he once explained, "I shall transfer my benevolence to them.
One single word and I swear I'll rip your tongue out. (Zephyra)