41 Quotes About Mine

In my heaven sweet melodies of the skies ripple pool of the sea playing sweet song to me, sharing tales of the past, blending with mine as mirage, painting new... I breathe in, am in love and alive... Oksana Rus

I pulled the sheet off their faces. Their faces were black with coal dust and didn't look like anything was wrong with them except they were dirty. The both of them had smiles on their faces. I thought maybe one of them had told a joke just before they died and, pain and all, they both laughed and ended up with a smile. Probably not true but but it made me feel good to think about it like that, and when the Sister came in I asked her if I could clean their faces and she said, "no, certainly not! " but I said, "ah, c'mon, it's me brother n' father, I want to, " and she looked at me and looked at me, and at last she said, "of course, of course, I'll get some soap and water." When the nun came back she helped me. Not doing it, but more like showing me how, and taking to me, saying things like "this is a very handsome man" and "you must have been proud of your brother" when I told her how Charlie Dave would fight for me, and "you're lucky you have another brother"; of course I was, but he was younger and might change, but she talked to me and made it all seem normal, the two of us standing over a dead face and cleaning the grit away. The only other thing I remember a nun ever saying to me was, "Mairead, you get to your seat, this minute!. Sheldon Currie

I know’, is a big ghost. ‘This is mine’, is a huge demonic possession! Dada Bhagwan

There is no ongoing spiritual life without this process of letting go. At the precise point where we refuse, growth stops. If we hold tightly to anything given to us, unwilling to let it go when the time comes to let it go or unwilling to allow it to be used as the Giver means it to be used, we stunt the growth of the soul. It is easy to make a mistake here, “If God gave it to me, ” we say, “its mine. I can do what I want with it.” No. The truth is that it is ours to thank Him for and ours to offer back to Him, ours to relinquish, ours to lose, ours to let go of — if we want to find our true selves, if we want real life, if our hearts are set on glory. Elisabeth Elliot

Loveis not leaning on each other, adjusting to fit a different size. Loveis simply two hands reached out in the darkness, saying; I’ll be your light, if you’ll be mine. Charlotte Eriksson

It’ll always be mine, but it’ll always be your heart. Dominic Riccitello

I had become an arrow of sound aimed at the most terrible creature in the city. Fran Wilde

I mind the unmindful, but I mind my own mind too. Mine your mind, and mine the minds of others. Mind.. you are mine! Unknown

You have your world to rebuild, and I have mine. Ransom Riggs

Men would live exceedingly quiet if these two words, mine and thine, were taken away. Anaxagoras

Life is so beautiful and so short that anything that makes me feel less than too much is nothing at all. D. Antoinette Foy

My friends, life is so serious that if you are not aware of whom you are, your "youniversity" will be prestigious but unknown! Israelmore Ayivor

Never keep staring at the dreams you have on the paper... Don't just live like a spectator. You have the power, you have the mine, you have the skills, you can dribble your obstacles to get your goals moving to the other Israelmore Ayivor

Your spirit nourishes from your old God and prophet, but mine nourishes from wisdom and conscience. M.F. Moonzajer

Drake's whip hand spun Diana like a top. She cried out. That sound, her cry, pierced Caine like an arrow. Diana staggered and almost righted herself, but Drake was too quick, too ready. His second strike yanked her through the air. She flew and then fell.“ Catch her! ” Caine was yelling to himself. Seeing her arc as she fell. Seeing where she would hit. His hands came up, he could use his power, he could catch her, save her. But too slow. Diana fell. Her head smashed against a jutting point of rock. She made a sound like a dropped pumpkin. Caine froze. The fuel rod, forgotten, fell from the air with a shattering crash. It fell within ten feet of the mine shaft opening. It landed atop a boulder shaped like the prow of a ship. It bent, cracked, rolled off the boulder, and crashed heavily in the dirt. Drake ran straight at Caine, his whip snapping. But Jack stumbled in between them, yelling, “The uranium! The uranium! ” The radiation meter in his pocket was counting clicks so fast, it became a scream. Drake piled into Jack, and the two of them went tumbling. Caine stood, staring in horror at Diana. Diana did not move. Did not move. No snarky remark. No smart-ass joke.“ No! ” Caine cried.“ No! ” Drake was up, disentangling himself with an angry curse from Jack.“Diana, ” Caine sobbed. Drake didn’t rely on his whip hand now, too far away to use it before Caine could take him down. He raised his gun. The barrel shot flame and slugs, BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM.Inaccurate, but on full automatic, Drake had time. He swung the gun to his right and the bullets swooped toward where Caine stood like he was made of stone. Then the muzzle flash disappeared in an explosion of green-white light that turned night into day. The shaft of light missed its target. But it was close enough that the muzzle of Drake’s gun wilted and drooped and the rocks behind Drake cracked from the blast of heat. Drake dropped the gun. And now it was Drake’s turn to stare in stark amazement. “You! ”Sam wobbled atop the rise. Quinn caught him as he staggered. Now Caine snapped back to the present, seeing his brother, seeing the killing light.“ No, ” Caine said. “No, Sam: He’s mine.” He raised a hand, and Sam went flying backward along with Quinn.“The fuel rod! ” Jack was yelling, over and over. “It’s going to kill us all. Oh, God, we may already be dead! ” Drake rushed at Caine. His eyes were wide with fear. Knowing he wouldn’t make it. Knowing he was not fast enough. Caine raised his hand, and the fuel rod seemed to jump off the ground. A javelin. A spear. He held it poised. Pointed straight at Drake.Caine reached with his other hand, extending the telekinetic power to hold Drake immobilized. Drake held up his human hand, a placating gesture. “Caine…you don’t want to…not over some girl. She was a witch, she was…” Drake, unable to run, a human target. The fuel rod aimed at him like a Spartan’s spear. Caine threw the fuel rod. Tons of steel and lead and uranium. Straight at Drake. Michael Grant

Try as you might, you'll never be able to please an environmentalist. You can stop using coal to heat your house, you can stop throwing out bottles and cans, you can have every factory in Canada shut down and you can buy only organic gluten-free non- G M O food, you can give up your favorite station wagon for a weird electric hybrid, you can stop developing film and buy a never-ending cycle of digital cameras, you can give up your job at a refinery or mill, and they'll still get after you for not enjoying yourself while doing so. Rebecca McNutt

It took the mountain top, it seems to me now, to give me the sensation of independence. It was as if I'd discovered something I'd never tasted before in my short life. Or rediscovered it - for I associated it with the taste of water that came out of the well, accompanied with the ring of that long metal sleeve against the sides of the living mountain, as from deep down it was wound up to view brimming and streaming long drops behind it like bright stars on a ribbon. It thrilled me to drink from the common dipper. The coldness, the far, unseen, unheard springs of what was in my mouth now, the iron smell, all said mountain mountain mountain as I swallowed. Every swallow was making me a part of being here, sealing me in place, with my bare feet planted on the mountain and sprinkled with my rapturous spills. What I felt I'd come here to do was something on my own. . Eudora Welty

I remember laughing at that moment, and I remember my son frowning at me in puzzlement. What I remember best of all, though, was the sudden certainty that the gods were with me, that they would fight for me, that my sword would be their sword. ‘We’re going to win, ’ I told my son. I felt as if Odin or Thor had touched me. I had never felt more alive and never felt more certain. I knew there would be no more mistakes and that this was no dream. I had come to Bebbanburg and Bebbanburg would be mine. . Bernard Cornwell

His eyes never blinked or wavered from mine, encompassing me in a field of control. Jazz Feylynn

I wanted myself. I wouldn't let what was mine be destroyed. Stephenie Meyer

What's your name?" he asked above the roar of the music. She leaned close. "My name is Wind, " she whispered. "And Rain. And Bone and Dust. My name is a snippet of a half-remembered song." He chuckled a low, delightful sound. She was drunk and silly, and so full of the glory of being young and alive and in the capital of the world that she could hardly contain herself." I have no name, " she purred. "I am whoever the keepers of my fate tell me to be." He grasped her by her wrist, running a thumb along the sensitive sknin underneath. "Then let me call you Mine for a dance or two. Sarah J. Maas

Mine is the river.where the love runs deep, that if you fall in, you'll be mine to keep. Anthony T Hincks

You really didn't appreciate how thick, how powerful water was until you had to fight it. Ilsa J. Bick

I don't want you to be my fan. I want you to be mine. Emme Rollins

The body was weak, it can't move it can't do anything. It was like a junkie or a robot which is off, the body was in terrible condition. This wasn't a robot, this was a human a real human which suicided a human which his body was swollen! Deyth Banger

That’s not a father. That’s a sperm donor. Forget him. He’s a mess. Concentrate on me. I’m terrific. -(Linc Blaise) Jennifer Crusie

The heart is a hollow muscle, and it will beat billions of time during our life. About the size of a fist, it has four chambers.... How this muscle can house something as emcompassing as love is beyond me. Katy Evans

So close that your hand upon my chest is mine, so close that your eyes close with my sleep. Pablo Neruda

If you can't be yours while being mine, maybe you aren't as yours as you'd like to convince yourself that you are. Aleksandra Ninkovic

You’re mine, Angel. Every last piece of you. I won’t let anything change that. Becca Fitzpatrick

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same. Emily Bronte

Love shall be our token love be yours and love be mine. Christina Rossetti

Truth be told, ginormous portions have become a pet peeve of mine. Hal Sparks

Thought is an errand boy, fear a mine of worries. Yunus Emre

Mine is the least fat diet in the world. Pierre Dukan

We all need ways to express ourselves, and poetry is one of mine. Jack Prelutsky