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necks collars spears
Before I knew what was happening, I had a fistful of spears around my neck like a collar. I could have shaved myself with one sneeze. Robert Jordan
neck progress remember risk sticks till turtle
Remember the turtle -- He never makes any progress till he sticks his neck out. Source Unknown
neck shot taken
I have never taken a shot like that to my neck in a game. It was scary. Tomas Vokoun
necks rope flood
The rope that pulls you from the flood can become a noose around your neck. Khaled Hosseini
necks may gray
I may be paralyzed from the waist down, but unlike Gray Davis, I'm not paralyzed from the neck up. Larry Flynt
necks determined defeat
I have been whipped, as the saying is, but I am sure I can recover all the lost capital occasioned by that disaster; by only hanging a few moments by the neck; and I feel quite determined to make the utmost possible out of a defeat. John Brown
neck sore
The neck where he had the whiplash, that's what's sore -- more sore.
necklaces nooses
Many a necklace becomes a noose. Paul Eldridge
necks laziness shakes
Take yourself by the scruff of the neck and shake off your incarnate laziness. Oswald Chambers
pain torment
Her pain was very apparent, the torment she was in. Adrienne Barbeau
pain
I think the pain is subsiding. The back is getting better. Jesse Jackson
paintings
The paintings were all over the place, on the walls, hanging.
paintings tend
The paintings tend to be reproduced more often.
pain taken idle
As much pains were taken to make me idle as were ever taken to make me studious. William Wilberforce
painfully
I'm so weird and quirky, and painfully awkward sometimes. Kelsea Ballerini
pain love-is fire
Love is a fiend, a fire, a heaven, a hell Where pleasure, pain, and sad repentance dwell Richard Barnfield
pain thinking gains
What we most value, we shall think no pains too great to gain. Richard Baxter
pain night mad
Only part of us is sane: only part of us loves pleasure and the longer day of happiness, wants to live to our nineties and die in peace, in a house that we built, that shall shelter those who come after us. The other half of us is nearly mad. It prefers the disagreeable to the agreeable, loves pain and its darker night despair, and wants to die in a catastrophe that will set back life to its beginnings and leave nothing of our house save its blackened foundations. Rebecca West