Holloway Pack Quotes

A meeting of the hearts of two Gemini has been known to end with explosive results, Mr Holloway. ~ (Jem) J.A. Belfield

Everything about Brook screamed of a hidden wildness.
One I hoped nobody ever tamed. ~ J.A. Belfield

I hated lying to my family.
I had no choice.
As a werewolf, the pack'd go apeshit if they found out I'd spent the last few months shagging a cat.

~Kyle Larsen ~ J.A. Belfield

I don't want a girl who's skinny and pretty. I want a girl who's full of life and sexy as hell, with hair of fire and eyes of thunder, who makes me feel like I'll go up in smoke with a single fucking taste of her lips. ~ J.A. Belfield

Better make sure you're not in my way when I go down." My eyebrow lifted as I dipped my head to his level. "You wouldn't want to get squashed. ~ J.A. Belfield

Either that's your mobile buzzing in your room, or there're sex toys you haven't told us about having a party in there without you."

~ Josh Larsen ~ J.A. Belfield

Welcome back, Jem. ~ J.A. Belfield

Fate and destiny go hand in hand. It is impossible to change our destiny. Only the path upon which we walk to reach our destination alters. If we should stray from that path, fate will take control and guide us in the right direction. ~ J.A. Belfield

With a slow smile, she brought her gaze back to Kyle's as she reached behind and unhooked her bra.
"Need some help with that?" he asked.
"I have had plenty of practice."
"Yeah, well, I could do with the extra practice. Takes way too long to get those things off. ~ J.A. Belfield

Fresh from a costume fitting, where I had been posing in front of the mirror assuming what I thought was a strong position - arms folded, butch-looking ... you know - I met with the woman in charge of Holloway police station. She gave me the most invaluable advice: never let them see you cry, and never cross your arms. When I asked why, she said 'because it is a defensive action and therefore weak. ~ Helen Mirren

A lion walks alone. He does not need a pack of wolves to follow him. ~ Amit Abraham

I stood as she straightened and snaked my arms around her, pulling her close to me, savoring the feel of every delicate curve. For three weeks, I spent my time convincing myself that our breakup was the right choice. But being this close to her, hearing her laugh, listening to her voice, I knew I had been telling myself lies.
Her eyes widened when I lowered my head to hers. "It doesn't have to be this way. We can find a way to make us work."
She tilted her head and licked her lips, whispering through shallow breaths, "You're not playing fair."
"No, I'm not." Echo thought too much. I threaded my fingers into her hair and kissed her, leaving her no opportunity to think about what we were doing. I wanted her to feel what I felt. To revel in the pull, the attraction. Dammit, I wanted her to undeniably love me.
Her pack hit the floor with a resounding thud and her magical fingers explored my back, neck and head. Echo's tongue danced manically with mine, hungry and excited.
Her muscles stiffened when her mind caught up. I held her tighter to me, refusing to let her leave so easily again. Echo pulled her lips away, but was unable to step back from my body. "We can't, Noah."
"Why not?" I shook her without meaning to, but if it snapped something into place, I'd shake her again.
"Because everything has changed. Because nothing has changed. You have a family to save. I …" She looked away, shaking her head. "I can't live here anymore. When I leave ~ Katie McGarry

The team is showing its appreciation to the host families by taking them to a water park on Sunday. I know Mac is going out of town, but I thought you might still want to go. I mean, not as a date or anything. I'm going to invite the whole family."
"You don't have to work Sunday?"
"I got scheduled off."
"Sounds like fun. We could pack a picnic lunch--"
"I'll take care of that. As my thank you. All you have to do is bring yourself."
"And a bathing suit."
He grinned. "Yeah, and a bathing suit."
"And a towel. And suntan lotion…"
"Maybe it'd be simpler if I just said I'll take care of the tickets and eats."
"Okay, but I'll go ahead and warn you not to take it personally that Mom and Dad aren't really into water parks. It's that whole not-using-the-exercise-equipment-as-intended thing Dad has going."
His grin grew. "I won't take it personally."
"Okay, then, Sunday."
As though suddenly realized how intimate it seemed to be in my bedroom, he cleared his throat and took a step back.
He gave my room one more look and took another step back. "It's amazing what a room can reveal."
Then he walked down the hallway and knocked on Tiffany's door.
I wondered what he'd discover looking into her room. ~ Rachel Hawthorne

For me, the film has to be incredibly bad to make me want to pack up and leave. ~ Jacques Rivette

The head of the sledgehammer was cold, icy cold, and it touched his forehead as gently as a kiss.
'Pock! There,' said Czernobog. 'Is done.' There was a smile on his face that Shadow had never seen before, an easy, comfortable smile, like sunshine on a summer's day. The old man walked over to the case, and he put the hammer away, and closed the bag, and pushed it back under the sideboard.
'Czernobog?' asked Shadow. Then, 'Are you Czernobog?'
'Yes. For today,' said the old man. 'By tomorrow, it will all be Bielebog. But today, is still Czernobog.'
'Then why? Why didn't you kill me when you could?'
The old man took out an unfiltered cigarette from a pack in his pocket. He took a large box of matches from the mantelpiece and lit the cigarette with a match. He seemed deep in thought. 'Because,' said the old man, after some time, 'there is blood. But there is also gratitude. And it has been a long, long winter. ~ Neil Gaiman

My mom actually had a band called Six Pack - even though there were seven of them - who went around Chicago performing popular songs. Her voice was like Gladys Knight mixed with Aretha Franklin. ~ R. Kelly

There's nothing like a pack of mules to give one a sense of entourage. ~ Tahir Shah

Yes. What is it, guilt, revenge, love, what?"
I swallowed. "I live alone."
"And your point is?"
"You have the Pack. You're surrounded by people who would fall over themselves for the pleasure of your company. I have no one. My parents are dead, my entire family is gone. I have no friends. Except Jim, and that's more of a working relationship than anything else. I have no lover. I can't even have a pet, because I'm not at the house often enough to keep it from starving. When I come crawling home, bleeding and filthy and exhausted, the house is dark and empty. Nobody keeps the porch light on for me. Nobody hugs me and says, 'Hey, I'm glad you made it. I'm glad you're okay. I was worried.' Nobody cares if I live or die. Nobody makes me coffee, nobody holds me before I go to bed, nobody fixes my medicine when I'm sick. I'm by myself. ~ Ilona Andrews

Wolves and women are relational by nature, inquiring, possessed of great endurance and strength. They are deeply intuitive, intensely concerned with their young, their mate and their pack. Yet both have been hounded, harassed and falsely imputed to be devouring and devious, overly aggressive, of less value than those who are their detractors. ~ Clarissa Pinkola Estes

Six-pack? Was it possible to have an eight-pack?
I think he had one. Smooth skin stretched over tightly rolled muscles. I bet I could've done a week's worth of laundry on his stomach.
Probably would be a heck of a lot more fun that way to wash clothes. ~ Jennifer L. Armentrout

He leaned in closer, and on stepping back, I almost became one with the cupboard, afraid that if he came any closer, I would lose the little control I still possessed.His one arm extended above me, resting against the cupboard door, giving me a good whiff of his bewitching scent. I pinned my hands behind my back, restraining myself against the metal cupboard. As his hand brushed my damp hair back, and then his fingertips trailed down my shoulder – pins and needles gave way to warm and cold waves washing over me. The pins and needles ran down my spine, and then over my entire body. I kept my eyes on his chiseled, eight-pack abs. I struggled to breathe with him so close, virtually on top of me.
He smiled on a whisper. "I just wanted this moment, us together like this, this feeling in my stomach – like I am falling. ~ Carlyle Labuschagne

A word to the wise: one, possibly two hashtags is usually plenty. Don't give in to the temptation to pack your Tweets full of hashtags, because all the hyperlinks and # signs get messy in bulk. ~ Laura Fitton

In running, it doesn't matter whether you come in first, in the middle of the pack, or last. You can say, 'I have finished.' There is a lot of satisfaction in that. ~ Fred Lebow

If I am a parent, what is my relationship with my child? First of all, have I any relationship at all? The child happens to be my son or my daughter, but is there actually any relationship, any contact, companionship, communion between myself and my child, or am I too busy earning money, or whatever it is, and therefore pack him off to school? So I really have no contact or communion at all with the boy or the girl, have I? If I am a busy parent, as parents generally are, and I merely want my son to be something, a lawyer, a doctor, or an engineer, have I any relationship with him even though I have produced him?

Do parents ever ask themselves why they have children? Do they have children to perpetuate their name, to carry on their property? Do they want children merely for the sake of their own delight, to satisfy their own emotional needs? If so, then the children become a mere projection of the desires and fears of their parents. ~ Jiddu Krishnamurti

As for names, we are stuck with either our father's name or our husband's, so choose the one you like the best. There's no such thing in this civilization as 'your own name ~ Sadie Holloway Marston

No ruler can ever get far with only militaristic power. The easiest way to conquer is to crush people's faith and convert them to your own ideology, often portraying it as heroic. I am an ambitious man – I am not just a casual pirate to steal only people's riches. I am an emperor – I shall steal people's hearts, hopes, and faith so that they will eventually have no one but me to turn to. If you put yourself in the role of a saviour, people are sure to follow you, just like a pack of lambs always follows a mighty shepherd. ~ Tamuna Tsertsvadze

Sixth sense, six pack, six degrees of separation / My evil third eye blinks with no hesitation ~ Ghostface Killah

There aren't any syringes." "I've got some." Red Sox came over and held a sterile pack out. When she tried to take it from him, he kept a grip on the thing. "I know you'll use this wisely." "Wisely?" She snapped the syringe out of his hand. "No, I'm going to poke him in the eye with it. Because that's what they trained me to do in medical school." Bending ~ J.R. Ward

There's a film that I wrote that I want to do called 'The Grey,' which is about a group of pipeline workers in Alaska flying back into civilization after being remote for a number of months. The 737 they're on goes down, and they begin to be hunted by a pack of rogue wolves. ~ Joe Carnahan

Not anticipating I'd be on trial for my life, my mother hadn't bothered to pack a suit for me. She was, by nature, an optimist. ~ David Liss

If anybody comes to challenge you, we'll kick their ass. We'll find a way to handle Roland. And if the pack Council produces any kittens, we'll give them to Jim to raise., He needs to mellow out anyway.'
I looked at him. He took his hands off the wheel and held them apart about six inches. 'Cute fluffy kittens. Just sitting on Jim's lap. ~ Ilona Andrews

Okay, before we do this, do you all know which Loculi you're carrying?" Aliyah asked. I adjusted my pack and stood. "I have Language and Flight." "Invisibility and Healing," Cass said. "Bert and Ernie," Marco said. Aliyah glared at him. "Okay. Underwater Breathing and Teleportation," Marco said. "Then let's roll," I said. Aliyah ~ Peter Lerangis

What do you have to do? Pack your bags, Go to the station without them, Catch the train, And leave your self behind. ~ Wei Wu Wei

You think they've gone to London to track Lissa down?" Weldon was worried over the same thing, but didn't want to reveal his concern to Lucas.

"Yes. Their mother is terrified and you know what the Council might do if they find out."

"They are not the most forgiving race on the earth," Weldon agreed, staring into his own coffee cup for a few moments.

"I don't think we can afford to anger them any more than we already have," Lucas went on. "I have no idea what Tony was thinking when he did what he did."

Weldon didn't know either, and had Tony Hancock not been as highly placed as he was, Weldon might have sought justice for Tony's acts himself. Lissa was Pack and she'd been violated. He'd toyed with the idea of pulling his wolves out of the special division of the FBI. Daryl, Weldon's son, had pointed out that the information garnered through those wolves had been invaluable from time to time. For the moment, Weldon judiciously left those wolves where they were. ~ Connie Suttle

I'll be fine." She felt terrified, but she wasn't about to admit it. She drew her dagger Katoptris and tried to look confident. "Anyone gets close, I'll skewer them." Jason hesitated. "I'll leave you the pack. If I'm not back in five minutes - " "Panic?" she suggested. He managed a smile. "Glad you're back to normal. The makeup and the dress were a lot more intimidating than the dagger." "Get going, Sparky, before I skewer you." "Sparky?" Even offended, Jason looked hot. It wasn't fair. Then he made his way to the stairs and disappeared into the dark. ~ Rick Riordan

We need no promise of a happy ending to justify our rejection of a world we feel to be wrong. ~ John Holloway

This club needs an impetus of energy - but I just feel tired to be honest. I'm worn out. ~ Ian Holloway

Fine," Kyle said. "I'm a werewolf. I'm not part of a pack, but I do have an alliance. Have you heard of the Praetor Lupus?"
"I've heard of lupus," said Simon. "Isn't it a kind of disease? ~ Cassandra Clare

to Russell Vernon Hunter

New York
Spring 1932

My dear Vernon Hunter

Your letter gives me such a vivid picture of some thing I love in space - love almost as passionately as I can love a person - that I am almost tempted to pack my little bag and go - but I will not go to it right this morning - No matter how much I love it - There is some thing in me that must finish jobs once started - when I can - .

So I am here - and what you write of me is there

The cockscomb is here too - I put it in much cold water and it came to life from a kind of flatness it had in the box when I opened it - tho it was very beautiful as it lay in the box a bit wilted when I opened it - . I love it - Thank you.

I must confess to you - that I even have the desire to go into old Mexico - that I would have gone - undoubtedly - if it were only myself that I considered - You are wise - so wise - in staying in your own country that you know and love - I am divided between my man and a life with him - and some thing of the outdoors - of your world - that is in my blood - and that I know I will never get rid of - I have to get along with my divided self the best way I can - .

So give my greetings to the sun and the sky - and the wind - and the dry never ending land

- Sincerely

Georgia O'Keeffe ~ Georgia O'Keeffe

When you're not smoking anymore, you don't have to carry around a pack of cigarettes, a lighter - all this paraphernalia. So you're liberated in a certain sense. It's the same with drinking. ~ Brice Marden

Tis oft I wonder, which way I should go
At times the long road also reaches my goal
The dangers are less, wonders are more
The difference often to open another door
I sit by the window watching travelers go past
Wondering for some if their good luck will last
Whether you roll the dice or draw a card
The decision decides if it is easy or hard
My bags now pack the time comes to go
I open the door, my own private portal ~ Neil Leckman

Damn, Gabriel. I didn't touch her."
"Your lips were on hers. That's touching," Gabriel growled.
[...]
"I am the Gabriel. I run this pack, and if any of them" –he looked past her to the Hound on the floor– "want to challenge me over you,all they need to is say the word."
The Hound on the floor spoke up. "I turned her down."
"Not because she lacks anything," Gabriel growled. ~ Melissa Marr

I like to do a movie, to be on it 8, 10 weeks. It evolves as you're working on it. Little things come to you every day. It's a slow process, and when you have to pack it into a short period of time, which you do for television, the experience is not one that I cherish. So if it's going to be television, it's really got to be the right thing. ~ Bonnie Bedelia

But rape was not what one did to women. Rape was what one felt when one's back was against the wall and one had to strike out, whether one wanted to or not, to keep the pack from killing one. He committed rape every time he looked into a white face. He was a long, taut piece of rubber which a thousand white hands had stretched to the snapping point, and when he snapped it was rape. But it was rape when he cried out in hate deep in his heart as he felt the strain of living day by day. That, too, was rape. ~ Richard Wright

He shrugged, working to make her understand. There's whole YouTube montages playing still shots of my butt to music. I don't take credit for it. My mom's been paying a trainer for years. Oh, and my six-pack won a Fan's Choice Award called the SixPackAttack. Three years running. ~ Anne Eliot

It's not your job to die for your Pack! It's your job to make the other bastards die for theirs. ~ Ilona Andrews

If you want to be around in 10 years you've got to do something to differentiate yourself from the pack. ~ Chris Evans

He referred to 'the myth of discipline' and how in the end it all boils down to how badly you want something. Do you really want to have a defined six-pack or do you want those doughnuts? Which one gets you the most excited? It really is as simple and as straightforward as that. ~ Nick Mitchell

Camped somewhere deep in an impenetrable crag of the immense Powder River Country during the late autumn of 1856, more than likely in the shadow of the sacred Black Hills, one imagines the thirty-five-year-old Red Cloud stepping from his tepee to listen to the bugle of a bull elk in its seasonal rut. Around him women haul water from a crystalline stream as cottonwood smoke rises from scores of cook fires and coils toward a sky the color of brushed aluminum. The wind sighs, and a smile creases his face as he observes a pack of mounted teenagers collect wagers in preparation for the Moccasin Game, or perhaps a rough round of Shinny. His gaze follows the grace and dexterity of one boy in particular, a slender sixteen-year-old with lupine eyes. The boy is Crazy Horse, and the war leader of the Bad Faces makes a mental not to keep tabs on this one. ~ Bob Drury