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Another blond boy came tearing from the opposite direction. "Can't find Smith. But I see you found my cupcake."
"Mine," Cole snapped. Uh, was the cupcake supposed to be me? Because it was a weird nickname for a supposed enemy.
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Anna, my strong, terrifying Anna.
You're my Aslan.
My name is Catbug. What's yours?
Leah Smith. That was the little beast's name. She was as rich as I was poor, as happy as I was miserable, as redheaded as I was dark.
Misha, my best friend who got me into bed and fucked me with a lie.
Mia. I will never share you. I will never trade you. I will never leave you. You are mine, and I will not let you go.
Alison Rosen IWHI! From the easter egg chapter.
Amy, listen to me. What I do. The choices I make. They're mine. Only mine. The consequences of those decisions - mine.
"Mine," he repeated when she sighed heavily. "No one else's."
Silence. Only the warm wetness of her tears dampening his shirt.
It broke his heart.
The yoke of my birth
Storm. I shall call her Storm.
Who's your fat friend ?
i am mine.
before i am ever anyone else's.
Juliette.
I can't control a nightmare, but in my waking moments her name is the only reminder I will permit myself.
RON: Only- friends. Funny word- friends. Not that funny. Just a word, really. Friends. Friend. Funny friend. You, my funny friend, my Hermoine. Not that- not my Hermoine, you understand- not MY Hermoine- not MINE- you know, but...
I' is Absolute; it has been possessed by the ghosts of 'my'!
Isaac Rothe, Matthias
When I come home, I'm just Maisie, and everywhere I go, I'm just Maisie!
Me"? I know a lot of "me's," actually, so which one are you?Lot-- Aya Nakahara
concerning whose
Lief. That's not nice, considering all your sister has done for you," admonished Perl.
"Oh right. How could I forget that she made me bait for a snake, left me on house arrest in Ixia, and smuggled me into the Keep in a coffin.
If you have not guessed my name by month's end, then you shall be mine!
What's her name? Claire, what's her name?
Previously, when I began to write this tale, I set out by saying that Mlle. Claude was a whore. She is a whore, of course, and I'm not trying to deny it, but what I say now is
if Mlle. Claude is a whore then what name shall I find for the other women I know?
Bychan: little one Cariad: sweetheart, beloved one Annwyl:
His secret name, which belongs to me, and to him, and to no one else.
Shayla McKinnon, this mark proves what I already suspected. You are my mate. You are destined to walk beside me, rule with me, share my blood and, through that, my immortality.
CLAIRE
I used to be a baby!
CADAN
I'm sorry.
I'm Logan Motherfucking Kade. I have my own hashtags,
Shadowchild! - Don't let her get in your head!
Jessica, who loves stories,
There is only one way to be happy in this worldly life. Relinquish 'my' and go after [help to] people.
I'd like to think I'm Elizabeth, but deep down I think I'm the one whose name no one can remember. Not Lydia the slut or Mary the nerd or Jane the beauty or Elizabeth the opinionated. I'm the second-youngest. The forgotten one. - Francesca Spinelli
my own name. Do you know what Queen Elizabeth wrote after 9/11? "Grief is the price we pay for love.
Precious, she gets hit by life so many different ways and so many times, but she doesn't yield to it. She continues to get up and she continues to struggle for a better life.
The gastliness of nothing. Because I was nobody's sister now.
I didn't mean to interupt you if you were looking for your friends Miss
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'Callihan,' but you can call my Jasmine. Or Jas.' Or Snookums. Honeybunch. Hotsie Totsie Cowgirl. My Little
'It's nice to meet you Jasmine, I'm Jack.
The most constant, the most powerful, and the most generous of all my enemies.
for sure my quotes cannot be her already i make so many gramatical mistakes ...who will want such a thing ....asking,,, lol again im fuck,
My curiosity sister of larks.
Allie-Cat? Oh help me Rhonda. He's given me a pet name.
I'm terribly sorry, Fergal!'
'What for? I'm beginning to feel as if it's mine, too!
As I swallowed the last bite of my bagel, my fear gave way to anger. "And just what the hell did he mean by 'my erratic behavior'?"
Ian just looked at me. Yasha and Calvin stared straight ahead and didn't say a word.
I glared at all of them.
Hello. I'm hello, and I'd like to say myself.-- Steve Martin
My life, my joy, my food, my ail the world!
Me? Kachka, you love me!" "I love your beauty. I have no use for you personally. You represent all that we hate." "Why do you talk to him so?" Elina asked. "He cannot help that he is beautiful but worthless." "I am not worthless! I am Gwenvael the - " "We do not care, lizard!" Kachka barked.
For Nicole, my idea of beauty
Mine will always be you. X
Lydia. Beautiful. My everlasting dream.
All my characters are me, in one way or another.
I' means the Self and 'my' means what belongs to the self. All that is 'my' is acquisition [parigrah]. You should keep [only] whatever acquisition you are able to carry.
What's yours is mine and what's mine is my own.Mine-- James Joyce
The ugliest woman you'll ever meet, but she's mine and she's ugly.
Mine, Chessie." [...] "Aye? Fuckin--mine. Not his.
Who spit in your porridge?
I am terrible with people's names.
Jaime Cortae. Thirteen. Brown hair. Brown eyes. Lover of peanut butter. Sometime angel, sometime mischief maker. Always Jaime.
Women, as they are like riddles in being unintelligible, so generally resemble them in this, that they please us no longer once we know them.
I knew my name. So I let him know I knew it. 'Yeah,' I said in a voice very like mine. Mine but hollow, mine but it didn't matter because my stomach had swung into action.
Whose little boy are you?
Hey! Don't drink from my drink!"
He replaced the glass on the table and looked at her. "Why?"
"It's my drink!"
"Yes. And?"
"You can't drink my drink!"
"And why not?"
"Because it's my drink."
He sighed her name, "Leah."
She mimicked his sigh sarcastically. "Lucien.
Fancy me between Scylla and Charybdis.
When I need somebeast to tell me m'name I'll jolly well ask m'self. Pish tush! The very idea, tellin' a chap his own moniker!
Mirren, she is sugar, curiosity, and rain.
The character I play is a wonderful compilation of things I hate about myself and things I love about myself and things that I've invented to make her even more interesting than me.
She's my daughter. She's my sister.
When I say to myself 'Bernard,' who comes?
I'm mine. Not anyone else's.Mine-- Melissa Marr
She's actually a friend of yours... Myosotis Terra. And you wouldn't know, actually. Or to be precise, you wouldn't remember. - Skulduggery (Myosotis Terra)
Mine," Shane said. "Move away."
HIS? Oh, I am so yours Shane Maxton.
My journey, my life.
My life can only be navigated by me.
Who's Myrnin?"
Claire controlled an urge to roll her eyes. "Badass crazy vampire scientist who's my boss."
"You realize no part of that sentence made sense, right?
My girl.
My Lexie.
My best friend.
Ah Myrna, I think I've loved you since I took my first breath." ...
"Don't be afraid, Myr. I love you more than I could ever put into words, but I won't fail you. I promise. This love, our love, is forever.
I'm her sister," I say. "Caroline Taylor,
MY SECRET IDENTITY IS
The room is empty,
And the window is open
All my characters have got a big slice of me in them. A big piece of me, because it's my dialogue and this is the way I think and talk.
Myrnin:I could murder a cheeseburger right now
Oliver:focus ya fool
That's my girl.'
'Alpha.'
'Whatever.
The Lady or The Tiger,'
...
'My lady, the tiger,
Saint Cath, please guide my eyes, she prays, and keep my hands from stealing. She has to pray her prayer, or things from good people end up in her pack, and she hates that about herself.
My sister the nun, who wasn't going to wait for the bishop because she had an eighty-proof hangover,
Mine. The language of love is like that, possessive. That should be the first warning that it's not going to encourage anyone's betterment.
Tried to put shame in my game to make a name,
I'mma put it on a bullet ... put it in your brain.
Rachel The Huffington Post
Hera the cow queen,
A ghra. A amhain. My love. My only.
I WANT A friend called Penelope. When I know her well enough, I'll ask her why she doesn't rhyme with antelope.
I'm an ugly girl,
My face makes you hurl,
Sad I have it,
I should bag it.
Acne everywhere,
Unwanted facial hair.
I'm a relation to Frankenstein's creation.
I'm just a Ragetty Anne in a Barbie Doll World
CHAPTER LXXI 'MY OWN, OWN HUSBAND
My dear old dog, most constant of all friends.
Cassandra Gregory?" I say, not able to keep the question out of my voice. "I'm Grace, your
"
The door slams in my face before I can finish.
"
daughter."
Well this is not a good start to our reunion.
identity? Maybe the man who had my family
This here? It's mine.Mine-- Rick Yancey
Janelle, you're my home.
In that moment, in the
smoky haze, Celi looks grown up and wounded, and I
realize how young I really am in my long pink nightgown.
My sisters have a whole collection of broken hearts in a
book, and I haven't even gotten my period yet.
away from Eden. She's mine.
My indiscretion was a part of my author mystique, just like Charles Dickens and Richard Madeley.