Quotes about mine

We all need ways to express ourselves, and poetry is one of mine.

The body was weak, it can't move it can't do anything. It was like a junkie or a robot which is off, the body was in terrible condition. This wasn't a robot, this was a human a real human which suicided a human which his body was swollen!

I don't want you to be my fan. I want you to be mine.

Mine is the river.where the love runs deep,that if you fall in, you'll be mine to keep.

You really didn't appreciate how thick, how powerful water was until you had to fight it.

I wanted myself. I wouldn't let what was mine be destroyed.

That’s not a father. That’s a sperm donor. Forget him. He’s a mess. Concentrate on me. I’m terrific. -(Linc Blaise)

What's your name?" he asked above the roar of the music.She leaned close. "My name is Wind," she whispered. "And Rain. And Bone and Dust. My name is a snippet of a half-remembered song."He chuckled a low, delightful sound. She was drunk and silly, and so full of the glory of being young and alive and in the capital of the world that she could hardly contain herself."I have no name," she purred. "I am whoever the keepers of my fate tell me to be."He grasped her by her wrist, running a thumb along

I’ll never let you go again,Melanie.Never.Nothing will come between us...nothing."I would destroy anything,and anyone who tried to take her from me.Being away from her was no longer an option.She was mine.Only mine.

You’re mine, Angel. Every last piece of you. I won’t let anything change that.

The heart is a hollow muscle,and it will beat billions of time during our life. About the size of a fist,it has four chambers....How this muscle can house something as emcompassing as love is beyond me.

So close that your hand upon my chest is mine,so close that your eyes close with my sleep.

If you can't be yours while being mine, maybe you aren't as yours as you'd like to convince yourself that you are.

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

Every good story needs a good, bad and lost soul. A people to fight for, an item to turn the tide of battle, an enigmatic character, a motivator/mentor, and an unlikely reluctant hero.

Drake's whip hand spun Diana like a top.She cried out. That sound, her cry, pierced Caine like an arrow.Diana staggered and almost righted herself, but Drake was too quick, too ready.His second strike yanked her through the air. She flew and then fell.“Catch her!” Caine was yelling to himself. Seeing her arc as she fell. Seeing where she would hit. His hands came up, he could use his power, he could catch her, save her. But too slow.Diana fell. Her head smashed against a jutting point of rock. S

Some of the best stories start out with a person who absolutely does not want anything to do with an adventure.

His eyes never blinked or wavered from mine, encompassing me in a field of control.

I remember laughing at that moment, and I remember my son frowning at me in puzzlement. What I remember best of all, though, was the sudden certainty that the gods were with me, that they would fight for me, that my sword would be their sword. ‘We’re going to win,’ I told my son. I felt as if Odin or Thor had touched me. I had never felt more alive and never felt more certain. I knew there would be no more mistakes and that this was no dream.I had come to Bebbanburg and Bebbanburg would be mine.

It took the mountain top, it seems to me now, to give me the sensation of independence. It was as if I'd discovered something I'd never tasted before in my short life. Or rediscovered it - for I associated it with the taste of water that came out of the well, accompanied with the ring of that long metal sleeve against the sides of the living mountain, as from deep down it was wound up to view brimming and streaming long drops behind it like bright stars on a ribbon. It thrilled me to drink from

Thought is an errand boy, fear a mine of worries.

Truth be told, ginormous portions have become a pet peeve of mine.

Mine is the least fat diet in the world.

Love shall be our token love be yours and love be mine.

Never keep staring at the dreams you have on the paper... Don't just live like a spectator. You have the power, you have the mine, you have the skills, you can dribble your obstacles to get your goals moving to the other

My friends, life is so serious that if you are not aware of whom you are, your "youniversity" will be prestigious but unknown!

Your spirit nourishes from your old God and prophet, but mine nourishes from wisdom and conscience.

A society must create lots of sunshine for its miners as they need the sun most! And ‘to be remembered, to be respected’ is a good sunshine; ‘safety in the mine’ is a good sunshine!

I know’, is a big ghost. ‘This is mine’, is a huge demonic possession!

In my heaven sweet melodies of the skies ripple pool of the sea playing sweet song to me, sharing tales of the past, blending with mine as mirage, painting new...I breathe in, am in love and alive...

When I hold you in my arms, I live inside your rainbow and you live inside mine.

Men would live exceedingly quiet if these two words, mine and thine, were taken away.

Life is so beautiful and so short that anything that makes me feel less than too much is nothing at all.

Do you have a personal mantra? Mine comes from a childhood song. "Wherever I go the grass grows greener.

I’ve become your heartbeat making you mine Upon every kiss of passion our souls shine

I mind the unmindful, but I mind my own mind too. Mine your mind, and mine the minds of others. Mind.. you are mine!

There is no ongoing spiritual life without this process of letting go. At the precise point where we refuse, growth stops. If we hold tightly to anything given to us, unwilling to let it go when the time comes to let it go or unwilling to allow it to be used as the Giver means it to be used, we stunt the growth of the soul. It is easy to make a mistake here, “If God gave it to me,” we say, “its mine. I can do what I want with it.” No. The truth is that it is ours to thank Him for and ours to off

Loveis not leaning on each other, adjusting to fit a different size.Loveis simply two hands reached out in the darkness,saying; I’ll be your light, if you’ll be mine.

It’ll always be mine, but it’ll always be your heart.

I had become an arrow of sound aimed at the most terrible creature in the city.

You have your world to rebuild, and I have mine.