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1. "Kat moaned that I'd plowed my way in here, why couldn't I plow us back out. I made a sick joke about the only kind of plowing I wanted to do was into her."
Author: Adriane Leigh
2. "Jazz is the music of the body. The breath comes through brass. It is the body's breath, and the strings' wails and moans are echoes of the body's music. It is the body's vibrations which ripple from the fingers. And the mystery of the withheld theme, known to jazz musicians alone, is like the mystery of our secret life. We give to others only peripheral improvisations."
Author: Anaïs Nin
3. "Well, then she had to be tolchoked proper with one of the weights for the scales, and then a fair tap with a crowbar they had for opening cases, and that brought out red like an old friend. So we had her down on the floor and a rip of her platties for fun and a gentle bit of the boot to stop her moaning."
Author: Anthony Burgess
4. "Please do not masturbate while I do your feet. I cannot take another moaning horny white woman this week."
Author: Avery Aster
5. "'Twas on an evening fair I went to take the air,I heard a maid making her moan;Said, 'Saw ye my father? Or saw ye my mother? Or saw ye my brother John?Or saw ye the lad I that I love best,And his name it is Sweet William?"
Author: Cassandra Clare
6. "A girl's got to do what she's got to do to make somebody pay her a compliment. If that means moaning 'til the cows come home, then so be it."
Author: Cat Deeley
7. "Nothing's news.it's the same old thing indisguise.only one thing comes without adisguise and you only see itonce, ormaybe never.like getting hit by a freighttrain.makes us realize that all ourmoaning about long lost girlsin gingham dressesis not so importantafterall."
Author: Charles Bukowski
8. "Scrooge followed to the window: desperate in his curiosity. He looked out.The air was filled with phantoms, wandering hither and thither in restless haste, and moaning as they went. Every one of them wore chains like Marley's Ghost; some few (they might be guilty governments) were linked together; none were free. Many had been personally known to Scrooge in their lives. He had been quite familiar with one old ghost, in a white waistcoat, with a monstrous iron safe attached to its ankle, who cried piteously at being unable to assist a wretched woman with an infant, whom it saw below, upon a door-step. The misery with them all was, clearly, that they sought to interfere, for good, in human matters, and had lost the power for ever"
Author: Charles Dickens
9. "Yeah, I guess I do." My heart plummets again. "Or I did. Maybe I still do. I don't know. But I didn't bring her to the dance. I brought you. It seems I spend all my time with you.""Why is that?" I'm genuinely curious but aware that I could be opening a door I don't want opened. I quickly rephrase. "I mean, why do you want to?"He looks thoughtful."You're funny," he finally says. "I laugh a lot when I'm with you. I always have fun when I'm with you. And you try to hide it, but you're actually pretty sweet.""That's a horrible thing to say," I say petulantly, crossing my arms tightly again. He chuckles."And you're really smart.""Now I know you're lying.""You are. But you try to hide that as well. And you're pretty.""Worse and worse," I moan. He grins."And when I'm with you, I don't want to be anywhere else or with anyone else."
Author: Cindy C. Bennett
10. "A soft moan escapes me, making him smile even more. He's too good at this."
Author: Collette West
11. "Don't bemoan your misspent life quite yet. Forgive me for flaunting my experience, but you have no conception of what a misspent life constitutes."
Author: David Mitchell
12. "I Dwelt aloneIn a world of moan,And my soul was a stagnant tide,Till the fair and gentle Eulalie became my blushing bride-Till the yellow-haired young Eulalie became my smiling bride Ah, less-less bright The stars of nightThan the eyes of the radiant girl! And never a flake That the vapor can make With the moon-tints of purple and pearl,Can vie with the modest Eulalie's most unregarded curl-Can vie compare with the bright-eyed Eulalie's most humble and careless curl Now Doubt-now Pain Come never again, For her soul gives me sigh for sigh, And all day long Shine, bright and strong, Astarte within the sky, While ever to her dear Eulalie upturns her matron eye- While ever to her young Eulalie upturns her violet eye."
Author: Edgar Allan Poe
13. "Love is not all: It is not meat nor drinkNor slumber nor a roof against the rain,Nor yet a floating spar to men that sinkand rise and sink and rise and sink again.Love cannot fill the thickened lung with breathNor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;Yet many a man is making friends with deatheven as I speak, for lack of love alone.It well may be that in a difficult hour,pinned down by need and moaning for releaseor nagged by want past resolution's power,I might be driven to sell your love for peace,Or trade the memory of this night for food.It may well be. I do not think I would."
Author: Edna St. Vincent Millay
14. "Here--you warriors--why this moaning and complaining? Have you no more sense than toads and vipers? Our time hasn't come. Have you no patience? Are we not the 'trodden weed' still? The time is not yet here for us to raise our heads. Must you still complain?"
Author: Eiji Yoshikawa
15. "He spanks me again, and again, and again. I lose count after ten strikes, too consumed with the aching sensation spreading across the lower half of my torso. Eventually, I hear myself gasp and moan at each strike, the sting intensifying as my flesh warms with every blow."
Author: Felicity Brandon
16. "Only in drama does it end with the tragedy; in life it grinds on. Moanday, tearsday, happy days, right through to Shatterdays. And Again."
Author: Gayla Reid
17. "How long since you had sex?" Aeron asked his friend. Another moan. "Two—three days." Paris wiped his mouth with the back of his wrist. Which meant Paris hadn?t had a female since before their return. But Aeron knew Lucien had flashed the warrior into town every night they?d spent in the desert for just that reason. Had the warrior had trouble finding a willing partner? "Let me take you into town. You can—" "No. Only want Sienna. My female. Mine."
Author: Gena Showalter
18. "The setting, concerns, and mood of The Woodlanders are consonant with the Wessex of the earlier novels. There is an element of nostalgia in Hardy's treatment of the woodlands of Little Hintock. Although such rural economies were very much alive in Hardy's day, he strikes an elegiac note in his evocation of a world that will inevitably pass away. However, the woodlands do not form the backdrop to an idyllic pastoral of humanity living in tranquil harmony with nature. The trees, which are such a dominant presence in the novel, compete with each other for nourishment and light, are vulnerable to disease and damage, and are frightening in their moaning under the lash of the storm. The woodlands represent the Darwinian struggle for existence that Hardy sees as extending not only to the inhabitants of this little world but also beyond ..."
Author: Geoffrey Harvey
19. "No singer would ever make a song about that battle. No maester would ever write down an account for one of the Reader's beloved books. No banners flew, no warhorns moaned, no great lord called his men about him to hear his final ringing words. They fought in the predawn gloom, shadow against shadow, stumbling over roots and rocks, with mud and rotting leaves beneath their feet."
Author: George R.R. Martin
20. "I was moaning and grieving as if I lost one of my own children. It was probably one of the most real feelings I ever had on the show. I was just sitting there wailing with no lines. I was beat after that storyline."
Author: Hunter Tylo
21. "I like doing a challenging class because it makes me more brave in life. My perception of hardships is now completely different. I'm not whining and moaning inside as much."
Author: Ione Skye
22. "I think the world has mostly ended because the cities we wander through are as rotten as we are. Buildings have collapsed. Rusted cars clog the streets. Most glass is shattered and the wind drifting through the hollow high-rises moans like an animal left to die. I don't know what happened. Disease? War? Social collapse? Or was it just us? The Dead replacing the Living? I guess it's not so important. Once you're arrived at the end of the world, it hardly matters which road you took."
Author: Isaac Marion
23. "He was gasping and moaning and saying stuff like, "Oh God, oh God, oh God!" so I figured he was enjoying it."
Author: J.L. Merrow
24. "All Moanday, Tearday, Wailsday, Thumpsday, Frightday, Shatterday."
Author: James Joyce
25. "Okay," I sighed, interrupting before a battle of wills erupted. "So we will have to scout the wall first. We can-Apollo!"The god looked up. In his hands, the Newton balls knocked off of each other once more. "What?" he asked."What?" I shot him an annoyed look. "Seriously. Have you've never seen a Newton's Cradle before? Every time you move the first ball, it's going to move the rest of the balls.""No." His gaze dipped to the cradle. "Gravity is cool.""Oh my gods," I moaned, slumping in my seat. "My brain hurts."Apollo let go of the silver ball once more, and then placed the cradle on the edge of Marcus' desk."
Author: Jennifer L. Armentrout
26. "I think scientists have a valid point when they bemoan the fact that it's socially acceptable in our culture to be utterly ignorant of math, whereas it is a shameful thing to be illiterate."
Author: Jennifer Ouellette
27. "There was a roar of delight from the forward bench, and then the bearlike figure of Nils Ropehander came lumbering down the deck, bellowing congratulations."What's that? The General? Engaged? Well General, here's my hand in congratulations!"The expression here's my hand turned out to be a loose one. Nils scooped Horace up in a massive bear hug of delight. The hug, unlike the expression, was not a loose one. When he released Horace, the young groom-to-be crumpled, moaning breathlessly, to the deck."
Author: John Flanagan
28. "I find cures." Thwackonax moaned. "I don't find problems, that's my patient's part of the job."
Author: Keisha Keenleyside
29. "Like an art lover running out of a burning museum, she would grab whatever she could - a look, a whisper, a moan- to salvage from perishing, to preserve. But time is the most unforgiving of fires, and she couldn't, in the end, save it all."
Author: Khaled Hosseini
30. "From somewhere in the distance, we heard a rolling crack of thunder."He's coming," moaned one of the Inferni. "Oh, Saints, he's coming.""He'll kill us all," whispered Sergei."If we're lucky," replied Zoya."
Author: Leigh Bardugo
31. "Shanks moaned, stirring. "You broke my nuts"So that was what my elbow had hit. "Sorry." My voice cracked."
Author: Lili St. Crow
32. "After perhaps thirty meters, just as a soldier turned around, the girl was felled. Hands were clamped upon her from behind and the boy next door brought her down. He forced her knees to the road and suffered the penalty. He collected her punches as if they were presents. Her bony hands and elbows were accepted with nothing but a few short moans. He accumulated the loud, clumsy specks of saliva and tears as if they were lovely to his face, and more important, he was able to hold her down."
Author: Markus Zusak
33. "When the waiter brought the cheese-board, there was a large carrot carved in the shape of a mermaid sitting between the Dolcelatte and the Pecorino. Teo could have sworn that the carrot-mermaid flexed her tail and plunged her little hand inside a smelly Gorgonzola. 'Tyromancy, ye know,' remarked the mermaid. 'The Ancient Art of Divination by Cheese.' Then she pulled her tiny hand out and inspected the green cheese-mold on her tiny fingers. 'Lackaday!' she moaned. 'Stinking! It goes poorly for Venice and Teodora, it do!"
Author: Michelle Lovric
34. "God, you taste good," he moaned softly into Travis' mouth."
Author: Nicole Edwards
35. "I just started to write because I was fed up of not seeing the stories that I wanted, so I was like 'Stop moaning and write something.'"
Author: Noel Clarke
36. "Night fell clean and cold in Dublin, and wind moaned beyond my room as if a million pipes played the air."
Author: Patricia Cornwell
37. "She cried out as he quickly shoved a hand into the front of her panties, the sharp sound becoming a breathless moan when he cupped her warm sex in his palm and gave a predatory growl. Her delicate hands were on the sides of his neck, clutching him to her, her tongue sliding against his in a way that made his blood boil. Heat poured off him in blistering, sweltering waves as he shoved two thick fingers inside the slick, narrow opening of her body, stretching tender tissues, surprised by how perfect and small she felt. By how tightly she gripped him."I knew," he groaned, nipping her mouth with his teeth as he pushed his fingers deeper into that hot, melting honey. "I fucking knew you were going to feel like this."
Author: Rhyannon Byrd
38. "And the whole time, people kept refilling my cup. Determined not to look like an idiot again, I kept drinking until I could finally take the vodka down without coughing or spitting. I stood, finding it much harder to do than I'd expected. The world wobbled, and my stomach wasn't very happy with me. Someone caught a hold of my arm and steadied me. "Easy," said Sydney. "Don't push it." Slowly, carefully, she led me toward the house. "God," I moaned. "Do they use that stuff as rocket fuel?" "No one made you keep drinking it." "Hey, don't get preachy. Besides, I had to be polite." "Sure," she said."
Author: Richelle Mead
39. "I know, I'm an idiot!" Leo moaned. "A brilliant idiot, but still an idiot."
Author: Rick Riordan
40. "I pressed PLAY and started up Chiron's favorite--the All-Time Greatest Hits of Dean Martin. Suddenly the air was filled with violins and a bunch of guys moaning in Italian. The demon pigeons went nuts. They started flying in circles, running into each other like they wanted to bash their own brains out."
Author: Rick Riordan
41. "And no one moans: there is no anguish. Only our nocturnal silence when we crawl on all fours toward the fires that someone has lit for us at a mysterious hour and with incomprehensible finality. We're guided by fate, though we've left nothing to chance. A writer must resemble a censor, our elders told us, and we've followed that marvelous thought to its penultimate consequence. A writer must resemble a newspaper columnist. A writer must resemble a dwarf and MUST survive. If we didn't have to read too, our work would be a point suspended in nothingness, a mandala pared down to a minimum of meaning, our silence, our certainty of standing with one foot dangling on the far side of death. Fantasies. Fantasies. In some lost fold of the past, we wanted to be lions and we're no more than castrated cats. Castrated cats wedded to cats with slit throats."
Author: Roberto Bolaño
42. "Beware the build-up of an inward wound,For it will at last burst forth;Avoid, while you can, distress to one heart,For a single moan can quake the Earth."
Author: Saadi
43. "She moaned into her pillow. "Go away. I feel like dying.""No fair maiden should die alone," he said, putting a hand on hers. "Shall I read to you in your final moments? What story would you like?"She snatched her hand back. "How about the story of the idiotic prince who won't leave the assassin alone?""Oh! I love that story! It has such a happy ending, too--why, the assassin was really feigning her illness in order to get the prince's attention! Who would have guessed it? Such a clever girl. And the bedroom scene is so lovely--it's worth reading through all of their ceaseless banter!"
Author: Sarah J. Maas
44. "Eriously, Drew. What kind of Vampire are you? You spend most of your eternal life pretending to be human - and miserably, I might add, while constantly being ashamed of what you really are. Okay, I get it. I moaned for over a decade when I was turned, but I got over it. You are one of the most gifted of our kind, and in spite of that, You are the most stupid Vamp I know, because you've just revealed what you are and all of us in fact, to a human."
Author: Stella Coulson
45. "It's funny, really: the older you get, the more you know about the world. The synapses in your brain fire at a higher level and quicker function, your knowledge expands. But you lose part of yourself, that part able to imagine great armies that wait for nothing more than your command; the dragon that hides under your bed that only you can see, its long emerald tail flashing in the darkness; the ghost that lives in your attic that only moans at 3:23 in the morning. When you lose that innocence, the world's hues become dark and muted, and you know that dragons aren't real. There is no army. There is no ghost in the attic. But when you're nine? When you're nine, it's all probable, it's all realistic, and even more so, it's all true."
Author: T.J. Klune
46. "When I have you bent over this couch, which one of your names should I moan?"
Author: Teresa Mummert
47. "The bed smells like sex and chocolate."He moaned. "Don't tell me that while I'm stuck in a room with six men."
Author: Tiffanie DeBartolo
48. "Royal summoned mourners. They came from the village, from the neighboring hills and, wailing like dogs at midnight, laid siege to the house. Old women beat their heads against the walls, moaning men prostrated themselves: it was the art of sorrow, and those who best mimicked grief were much admired. After the funeral everyone went away, satisfied that they'd done a good job."
Author: Truman Capote
49. "The bleak autumn wind was still blowing, and the solemn, surging moan of it in the wood was dreary and awful to hear through the night silence. Issac felt strangely wakeful. He resolved, as he lay down in bed, to keep the candle alight until he began to grow sleepy; for there was something unendurably depressing in the bare idea of lying awake in the darkness, listening to the dismal, ceaseless moan of the wind in the wood. ("The Dream Woman")"
Author: Wilkie Collins
50. "This Son is a god who walked, a pedestrian god—and in a hot place, at that—with a stride like any human stride, the sandal reaching just above the rocks along the way; and when He splurged on transportation, it was a regular donkey. This Son is a god who died in three hours, with moans, gasps and laments. What kind of a god is that? What is there to inspire in this Son? Love, said Father Martin."
Author: Yann Martel

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