#patch

Well, I mean she's of a certain biological age but she didn't have to go around with fat patches and stuff. ↗

— Stockard Channing

#around #biological #certain #fat #go

Even in winter an isolated patch of snow has a special quality. ↗

— Andy Goldsworthy

#isolated #patch #quality #snow #special

I subscribe to that school of thespian - to be a wandering minstrel or traveling player, a thing ofrags and patches, of ballads, songs and snatches. ↗

— Julian Sands

#i #patches #player #school #snatches

We all wore a 21 patch that one season as a silent tribute to our deceased teammate Roberto. ↗

— Willie Stargell

#our #patch #roberto #season #silent

The doctor told Phil, my then husband, that my condition was really bad news. They had found an artery tearing and said I could die. They said they could try to patch it up but it could go horribly wrong. It all turned out okay in the end but it was touch and go. ↗

— Sharon Stone

#bad #bad news #condition #could #die

My mom's coming home soon," I said. "We should go to your place." Patch ran a hand across the shadow of stubble along his jaw. "I have rules about who I take there." I was getting really tired of that answer. "If you showed me, you'd have to kill me?" I guessed, fighting the urge to feel irritated. "Once I'm inside, I can never leave?" Patch studied me a moment. Then he reached into his pocket, twisted a key off his key chain, and slipped it into the front pocket of my pajama top. "Once you've gone inside, you have to keep coming back. ↗

— Becca Fitzpatrick

#crescendo #cute #hush-hush #nora-and-patch #nora-grey

And here I thought they were called Peeping Toms." I didn't need to see him to know he wore a smile. "Stop laughing," I said, my cheeks hot with humiliation. "Get me down." "Jump." "What?" "I'll catch you." "Are you crazy? Go inside and open the window. Or get a ladder." "I don't need a ladder. Jump. I'm not going to drop you. ↗

— Becca Fitzpatrick

#crescendo #cute #hush-hush #nora-and-patch #nora-grey

If you haven't guessed it already," I said, something fervent and resonating slipping into my tone, "I need you, too." "Is that a yes?" he asked, pushing his fingers through my hair, fanning it out around my sholders and searching my face intently. "Please let it be yes," he said with a gravelly edge. "Stay with me tonight. Let me hold you, even if that's all it is. Let me keep you safe. ↗

— Becca Fitzpatrick

#cute #hush-hush #love #nora-and-patch #nora-grey

I'm a private contractor now. I choose my clients, not the other way around. ↗

— Becca Fitzpatrick

#fallen-angel #guardian-angel #humor #nora #patch

I had fun last night," I told Patch, flicking off my chin strap and handing over my helmet. "I'm officially on love with your sheets." "That the only thing you're in love with?" "Nope. Your mattress, too." Some smile crept into Patch's eyes. "My bed's an open invitation. ↗

— Becca Fitzpatrick

#love #patch-and-nora #humor