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1. "My chest expanded and I suddenly wanted to beat on it with my fist. The girl was making me go all caveman." -Marcus Hardy"
Author: Abbi Glines
2. "What do you want, MacGuffin, a duel?""No." Julian held out both hands, one palm flat, the other held over it in a fist. "Rock, paper, scissors. Two out of three."Ty rolled his eyes and held out his fist, apparently willing to play. Julian hit his palm three times, and Ty kept time with his fist in the air. But when Julian threw a paper, Ty reached into his jacket with his other hand and pulled his gun, aiming it at Julian."Ty!" Zane said in exasperation from the front seat."Glock, paper, scissors. I win.""You are an ass," Julian muttered."
Author: Abigail Roux
3. "Let's do something cheerfulall your designs are about captivity, it depresses me.Geryon watched the top of Herakles' headand felt his limits returning. Nothing to say. He looked at this factin mild surprise. Once in childhoodhis ice cream had been eaten by a dog. Just an empty conin a small dramatic red fist.Herakles stood up. No? Let's go then. On the way home they tried "Joy To The World"but were too tired. It seemed a long drive."
Author: Anne Carson
4. "The necessary consequence of man's right to life is his right to self-defense. In a civilized society, force may be used only in retaliation and only against those who initiate its use. All the reasons which make the initiation of physical force an evil, make the retaliatory use of physical force a moral imperative.If some "pacifist" society renounced the retaliatory use of force, it would be left helplessly at the mercy of the first thug who decided to be immoral. Such a society would achieve the opposite of its intention: instead of abolishing evil, it would encourage and reward it."
Author: Ayn Rand
5. "Beloved, whatever we are gripping to bring us satisfaction is a lie—unless it is Christ. He is the Truth that sets us free. If you are holding anything in your craving for satisfaction right now, would you be willing to acknowledge it as a lie? Even if you feel you can't let go of it right this moment, would you lift it before Him—perhaps literally lifting your fisted hand as a symbol—and confess it as an idol? God does not condemn you. He calls you."
Author: Beth Moore
6. "Giving a 10-year mandatory minimum for a second offense fist fight is not going to reduce the chance that someone will be stabbed 16 times when you are not funding any of the programs that are desperately needed to actually reduce juvenile crime."
Author: Bobby Scott
7. "It should make you shake and sweat,nightmare you, strand you in the desertof irrevocable desolation, the consequencesseared into the vein, no matter what adrenalinefeeds the muscle its courage, no matterwhat god shines down on you, no matterwhat crackling pain and angeryou carry in your fists, my friend,it should break your heart to kill."
Author: Brian Turner
8. "I stand before her, meeting her eye to eye and nose to nose. My head takes a slight bow as I clench my fist. "I should have just killed you like any other bloodsucking vampire.""So why didn't you?" She tiptoes, clenching her first as well. I have to admit. She is a much better version of the Snow White you see in a Disney movie. She's kind of kickass. I like it, but I will never let her know."Why do you care so much about me then? Ha?" She asks."I should have killed you before," I repeated while all I could do is wonder how I'd ever fallen in love with a monster girl."
Author: Cameron Jace
9. "Then at last the opening music came again, with all the different instruments bunched together for each note like a hard, tight fist that socked at her heart. And the first part was over. This music did not take a long time or a short time. It did not have anything to do with time going by at all. She sat with her arms held tight around her legs, biting her salty knee very hard. It might have been five minutes she listened or half the night. The second part was black-colored--a slow march. Not sad, but like the whole world was dead and black and there was no use thinking back how it was before. One of those horn kind of insturments played a sad and silver tune. Then the music rose up angry and with excitement underneath. And finally the black march again."
Author: Carson McCullers
10. "I am not a toy, September! Fairyland cannot just cast me aside when it's finished playing with me! If this place could steal my life from me, well, I, too, can steal. I know how the world works—the real world. I brought it all back with me—taxes and customs and laws and the Greenlist. If they wanted to just drop me back in the human world, I can drop the human world into theirs, every bit of it. I punished them all! I bound down their wings and I set the lions on them if they squeaked about it. I made Fairyland nice for the children who come over the gears, I made it safe. I did it for every child before me who had a life here, who was happy here! Don't you see, September? No one should have to go back. Not ever. We can fix this world, you and I. Uncouple the gears and save us both! Let this be a place where no one has to be dragged home, screaming, to a field full of tomatoes and a father's fists!"
Author: Catherynne M. Valente
11. "I have defeated this earthworm with my words. Imagine what I would have done with my fire breathing fists."
Author: Charlie Sheen
12. "I couldn't stop loving you even if I tried. And I've tried." He shook his head and laughed without humor, his hands balling into fists. "God, how I've tried. But I am completely lost to you. I am lost and empty and broken -""My heart is broken too -" "My heart is not broken, Scar. My heart is dead!"
Author: Chelsea Fine
13. "[...] outlining how certain fans of 'NSYNC like to imagine Justin Timber lake getting fisted by Lance Bass. Glenn Dixon surmised that much of the Contemporary Christian genre is driven by artists who literally want to fuck Jesus Christ."
Author: Chuck Klosterman
14. "I want you to do me a favor. I want you to hit me as hard as you can."I looked around and said, okay. Okay, I say, but outside in the parking lot.So we went outside, and I asked if Tyler wanted it in the face or in the stomach.Tyler said, "Surprise me."I said I had never hit anybody.Tyle said, "So go crazy, man."I said, close your eye.Tyler said, "No."Like every guy on his first night at fight club, I breathed in and swung my fist in a roundhouse at Tyler's jaw like in every cowboy movie we'd ever seen, and me, my fist connected with the side of Tyler's neck."
Author: Chuck Palahniuk
15. "Down here in the deep, dark South we know and live with the real world. Candy-Land idealism is quietlly suffocated in the relentless humidity. This is the world where fist meets face. This is where the calluses on a man's hand are bigger than his conscience, and dreams get drowned in sweat and tears."
Author: Damien Echols
16. "Finally, when they asked him to speak, he found her gray eyes.His voice was husky and raspy, but his words were clear. "Livia. You love me."Beckett let her go as she climbed back onto Blake's bed. Blake moved slowly, but he seemed determined and winced only a little as he reached for her shoulders and pulled Livia against his chest. She wanted to say something, but her sobs took those words from her.His raspy voice moved her hair with his precious, perfect words. "You're here. With me."Livia grabbed a fistful of his hospital gown. The strength that had sustained her dissolved into gratitude. To see his light, his face, everything that was Blake again brought relief like she'd never known. He rubbed her back as her body shook with sobs."
Author: Debra Anastasia
17. "He knew she saw it coming. He saw the pain in her eyes, but it wasn't from his fist. She was disappointed.Disappointed in me.Cole started running. He hit the side door and let it bang loudly against the building. He ran full tilt toward the busy road. This is it. I'm going down. Finally."
Author: Debra Anastasia
18. "His leaf-gold tresses on end, his eyes in baskets from the long night without sleep, Phelim O'LiamRoe smacked his two fists together and cursed. The Queen Dowager, hardly aware of him, had turned her erect body to the window, followed by Margaret Erskine's wide eyes. But Michel Hérisson, who had arrived so unexpectedly on the Irishman's heels, ran his hacked and gouty hands through the wild white hair and said through his teeth, ‘Liam aboo, son, Liam aboo! My Gaelic's all out in holes, the way my arse is ridden out through my breeches; but if you are saying what I hope you are saying, Liam aboo, my son, Liam aboo!"
Author: Dorothy Dunnett
19. "I'm a real phony, one of those half-baked hot-house plants we're growing nowadays, instead of the honest-to-God two-fisted women we should be..."
Author: Elaine Dundy
20. "Girls mature faster than boys, cost more to raise, and statistics show that the old saw about girls not knowing about money and figures is a myth. Girls start to outspend boys before puberty—and they manage to maintain this lead until death or an ugly credit manager, whichever comes first. Males are born with a closed fist. Girls are born with the left hand cramped in a position the size of an American Express card. Whenever a girl sees a sign reading, "Sale, Going Out of Business, Liquidation," saliva begins to form in her mouth, the palms of her hands perspire and the pituitary gland says, "Go, Mama." In the male, it is quite a different story. He has a gland that follows a muscle from the right arm down to the base of his billfold pocket. It's called "cheap." Girls can slam a door louder, beg longer, turn tears on and off like a faucet, and invented the term, "You don't trust me." So much for "sugar and spice and everything nice" and "snips and snails and puppydog tails."
Author: Erma Bombeck
21. "I used to know Brian Howard well -- a dazzling young man to my innocent eyes. In later life he became very dangerous -- constantly attacking people with his fists in public places -- so I kept clear of him. He was consumptive but the immediate cause of his death was a broken heart."
Author: Evelyn Waugh
22. "Grave this on your memory, lad: A world is supported by four things..." she held up four big-knuckled fingers. "...the learning of the wise, the justice of the great, the prayers of the righteous and the valor of the brave. But all of these things are as nothing..." She closed her fingers into a fist. "...without a ruler who knows the art of ruling. Make that the science of your tradition!"
Author: Frank Herbert
23. "Il guaio è che io non ho una mente tanto sofisticata. Se mi devo definire, sono una stupida ragazza all'antica. Non mi importa proprio niente di «sistemi» e «responsabilità». A me basterebbe sposarmi, dormire ogni notte tra le braccia dell'uomo che amo, avere dei bambini. Fine. Questo è tutto quello che desidero."
Author: Haruki Murakami
24. "Harry dreamed he was back in the DA room. Cho was accusing him of luring her there under false pretences; she said he had promised her a hundred and fifty Chocolate Frog Cards if she showed up. Harry protested... Cho shouted, 'Cedric gave me loads of Chocolate Frog Cards, look!' And pulled out fistfuls of Cards from inside her robes and threw them into the air. Then she turned into Hermione, who said, 'You did promise her, you know, Harry... I think you'd better give her something else instead... how about your Firebolt?'And Harry was protesting that he could not give Cho his Firebolt, because Umbridge had it, and anyway the whole thing was ridiculous, he'd only come to the DA room to put up some Christmas baubles shaped like Dobby's head..."
Author: J.K. Rowling
25. "I hit him so hard spittle and blood flew from his mouth onto a woman's blouse four feet away. I drove my fist into his kidney, a blow that made his back arch as though his spine had been broken, then I hooked him with a left below the eye and drove a right cross into his jaw that knocked him across a folding table."
Author: James Lee Burke
26. "When someone's been gone a long time, at first you save up all the things you want to tell them. You try to keep track of everything in your head. But it's like trying to hold on to a fistful of sand: all the little bits slip out of your hands, and then you're just clutching air and grit."
Author: Jenny Han
27. "Sometimes it made her want to put her fist through glass; other times, it made her cry a river."
Author: Jodi Picoult
28. "Mefistófeles:Sexo desgraçado, sempre na ilusão!Seduzidos sempre, desde o pai Adão!Velhos ficam todos - mas inteligentes?Não caíste ainda em logros bastantes?"
Author: Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
29. "My breathing was shallow and my hands were fists. 'Oh, yes, I'm going to have to kill you Barrons.' I said coolly, Partly because, for the most miniscule sliver of an instant, while looking at those handcuffs, I'd imagined myself climbing back into bed and pretending I wasn't cured yet."
Author: Karen Marie Moning
30. "I hammered him with my fists. He just stood and took it. He didn't suffer graciously, he looked pissed off to no end. But he let me hit him. And he didn't hit me back."
Author: Karen Marie Moning
31. "The tight sound of Jenks's wings prompted a flurry of motion, and I watched Bis jam the wad of paper into his mouth and Belle yank a hand of homemade cards from under her leg. Bis suddenly had a hand of cards, too—looking tiny in his craggy fist—and I rolled my eyes when he threw a card down on the pile as Jenks flew in."
Author: Kim Harrison
32. "Emma turned to him, bottom lip trembling. "For me?" "Always for you. All things for you. He coughed into his fist "All your own."
Author: Kresley Cole
33. "You two. You can do a cleaning spell." One slurred, "But Nixie, I'm really pre-hung-over." Nix's eyes went wide. "Do it, or the photos go live!" The witch shook her fist to the sky, crying, "Damn you, Valkyrie! Damn you and your digital ways!"
Author: Kresley Cole
34. ""Fuck! " I shouted and everyone at the espresso counter looked over at us. "Half a million dollars?" Lee dropped his foot and turned to me. "Roxie, calm down.""Half a million dollars and he bought me cheese puffs and took me to that sleaze bag motel? I'm gonna fucking kill that motherfucker!" I yelled."Roxie –"I slammed my fists on my knees. "The least he could have done was bind my wrists with VELVET ROPE. He sure could have afforded it. Stupid jerk."
Author: Kristen Ashley
35. "Davy lets fly an oath and storms out of the hold. We hear his fist hit the wall as he leaves. you really are an evil girl, says Jaimy. I know, I murmur. I shall have to pay."
Author: L.A. Meyer
36. "Without making a conscious decision to do so, Drew grabbed a fistful of her ridiculous blond wig and tugged.Some of her hair came with it and he felt a moment of satisfaction when she howled. Bianca's real hair was a matted mess against her head. He looked at the wig in his hand and moved his gaze to the water fountain.Bianca's eyes widened. "Don't do it. Don't you dare." "Don't do what? Don't do this?" He dangled the wig above the fountain.She raised her hands and crept toward him. "Just give it back, Drew, and we'll be even. Okay?""Aaawww, is Bianca getting worried? Poor baby.""Come on.""Say you're sorry." He shook it up and down."What? No way."With a shrug, he tossed the wig into the water fountain."
Author: Lindy Zart
37. "I don't want to be a widow, I don't want Michael Bayning, and I don't want you to joke about such things, you tactless clodpole!"As all three of them stared at her openmouthed, Poppy leapt up and stalked away, her hands drawn into fists.Bewildered by the immediate force of her fury—it was like being stung by a butterfly—Harry stared after her dumbly. After a moment, he asked the first coherent thought that came to him. "Did she just say she doesn't want Bayning?""Yes," Win said, a smile hovering on her lips. "That's what she said. Go after her, Harry."Every cell in Harry's body longed to comply. Except that he had the feeling of standing on the edge of a cliff, with one ill-chosen word likely to send him over. He gave Poppy's sister a desperate glance. "What should I say?""Be honest with her about your feelings," Win suggested.A frown settled on Harry's face as he considered that. "What's my second option?"
Author: Lisa Kleypas
38. "Yes, I know you." He reached out to finger a tendril of damp hair that clung to her neck. "You guard yourself carefully. You don't like to depend on anyone. You're determined and strong-willed, and you're decided in your opinions. Not to mention stubborn. But never self-absorbed. And anyone with your intelligence could never be called shallow." He let his finger stray into the wisps of hair behind her ear. A teasing glint entered his eyes as he added, "You're also delightfully easy to seduce." With an outraged laugh, Annabelle lifted a fist as if to pummel him. "Only for you."
Author: Lisa Kleypas
39. "I tried out the unfamiliar syllables. They fit. They cracked in my ears like a fist through ice."
Author: Louise Erdrich
40. "She beat lightly on his chest with her fists. "I want a partner, not a protector.""Can't I be both?""You're enormously exasperating sometimes, do you know that?"He grinned. "And you love me anyway."
Author: Marie Force
41. "My breath sour against my fist, which I still held to my mouth as if this was a sorrow that could be stifled."
Author: Melanie Benjamin
42. "Sorry. Bad joke. I didn't know things were serious between you.""I never said they were serious."Phillip laughed, then winced as his lip wept. "Brother, did you ever. I guess I never figured you'd be thefirst of us to fall in love with a woman."The stomach that Phillip's fists had abused jittered wildly. "Who said I'm in love with her?""You didn't punch me in the face because you're in like." He looked down at his pleated slacks. "Shit.Do you know how hard it is to get bloodstains out of a cotton blend"
Author: Nora Roberts
43. "I came back.""Suppose you hadn't?""I came back! Why can't you understand, instead of thinking as though your brains are made of oak. Athol's son, with his hair and eyes and vision -""No!" Tristan said sharply. Eliard's fist, raised and knotted, halted in midair. Morgon dropped his face again against his knees. Eliard shut his eyes."Why do you think I'm so angry?" he whispered."I know.""Do you? Even - even after six months I still expect to hear her voice unexpectedly, or see him coming out of the barn, or in from the fields at dusk. And you? How will I know, now, that when you leave Hed, you'll come back? You could have died in that tower for the sake of a stupid crown and left us watching for the ghost of you, too. Swear you'll never do anything like that again.""I can't.""You can."Morgon raised his head, looked at Eliard. "How can I make one promise to you and another to myself? But I swear this: I will always come back.""How can you -""I swear it."
Author: Patricia A. McKillip
44. "Never invisible again, the monster said, finally letting up, its huge branch-like fists curled tight as a clap of thunder.It turned to Conor.But there are harder things than being invisible, it said."
Author: Patrick Ness
45. "A man is always a little shamefaced on his wedding day, like a fox caught in a baited trap, ensnared because his greed overcame his better judgment. The menfolk laughed at Charlie that spring day, and said he was caught for sure now. As the bride, I was praised and fussed over, as if I had won a prize or done something marvelous that no one ever did before, and I could not help feeling pleased and clever that I had managed to turn myself from an ordinary girl into a shining bride. Now I think it is a dirty lie. The man is the one who is winning the game that day, though they always pretend they are not, and the poor girl bride is led into a trap of hard work and harsh words, the ripping of childbirth and the drubbing of her man's fists. It is the end of being young, but no one tells her so. Instead they make over her, and tell her how lucky she is. I wonder do slaves get dressed up in finery on the day they are sold."
Author: Sharyn McCrumb
46. "Forgot to live-tweet the election last night, so I'm post-tweeting today. I'll start as soon as my fingers unclench from their rage fists."
Author: Stephen Colbert
47. "And I do. I do wonder, I think about it all the time. What it would be like to kill myself. Because I never really know, I still can't tell the difference, I'm never quite certain whether or not I'm actually alive. I sit here every single day. Run, I said to myself. Run until your lungs collapse, until the wind whips and snaps at your tattered clothes, until you're a blur that blends into the background. Run, Juliette, run faster, run until your bones break and your shins split and your muscles atrophy and your heart dies because it was always too big for your chest and it beat too fast for too long and you run.Run run run until you can't hear their feet behind you. Run until they drop their fists and their shouts dissolve in the air. Run with your eyes open and your mouth shut and dam the river rushing up behind your eyes. Run, Juliette.Run until you drop dead. Make sure your heart stops before they ever reach you. Before they ever touch you.Run, I said."
Author: Tahereh Mafi
48. "Everyone watching over his shoulder, Free French plotting revenge on Vichy traitors, Lublin Communists drawing beads on Varsovian shadow-ministers, ELAS Greeks stalking royalists, unrepatriable dreamers of all languages hoping through will, fist, prayer to bring back kings, republics, pretenders, summer anarchisms that perished before the first crops were in . . . some dying wretchedly, nameless, under ice-and-snow surfaces of bomb craters out in the East End not to be found till spring, some chronically drunk or opiated for getting through the day's reverses, most somehow losing, losing what souls they had, less and less able to trust, seized in the game's unending chatter, its daily self-criticism, its demand for total attention . . ."
Author: Thomas Pynchon
49. "As a kid I was short and only weighed 95 pounds. And though I was active in a lot of Sports and got along with most of the guys, I think I used comedy as a defense mechanism. You know making someone laugh is a much better way to solve a problem than by using your fists."
Author: Tim Conway
50. "Will you draw your sword with your free hand?""I already have. Will you make a fist with yours?""It's clenched."
Author: William Goldman

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