15 Quotes About Shane

Shane is a lovable, but not very smart, orange tabby cat. He enjoys jumping on the bed and watching TV. Shane has a huge imagination, and loves to play with his toys. He often sings his own little songs, most of which are very corny Read more

Shane also likes to jump on the couch, and steal food from my plate. When he's not singing corny songs at the top of his lungs, he likes to visit old ladies and sing to them as well, which is weird because old ladies don't like cats.

Michael had to pound me a couple of times to...
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Michael had to pound me a couple of times to convince me not to go stage a rescue." Shane shrugged. "He hits like a girl, for a vampire. Rachel Caine
No, ” Shane said. “I’m not leaving you two here...
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No, ” Shane said. “I’m not leaving you two here alone. We stick together.”“ I’m still not kissing you, ” Michael said.“ Tease. Rachel Caine
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Remember tonight...for it is the beginning of always, " he whispered... - ShaneThat damn man just ruined all other men for me. Once you tasted that man, he made all others go sour in your mouth. Ah crap, I was in love with him. - Grace Christine Zolendz
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Holy fellatio! You are standing there licking him up with your eyes! Do you freaking hear the old seventies porn music playing in your head? Christine Zolendz
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Evil can never hide itself for too long, Shane. Its ego is too big not to be heard or seen for so long Christine Zolendz
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I want to wake up ev­ery day I have left to the warmth of your lips on mine, the sound of your voice singing next to me, the feel of your fin­gers on my skin and your heart beat­ing mu­sic with mine. Christine Zolendz
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He let his guitar swing behind him and cupped my face with his hand. "I love you, Grace Taylor." It barely came out above a whisper from his lips but it echoed throught the microphone. And then he kissed me. In front of everyone, he kissed me. A slow, deep kiss that sent heat from my lips to every other surface of my skin, and completely an utterly set me on fire. Christine Zolendz
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With my guitar, I could write my own stories, my own poems, and my own destiny. No one could take away the feelings, the emotions or the truth of my notes. They could hide secrets and provoke images of words that never should be whispered. I could compose the melody of my aching heart and write into it my own happily ever after since no one seemed to think after all my suffering I deserved one. That's okay, I would make my own. Christine Zolendz
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Well, " he said, "I think we've found our way in. We just wait until they're duking it out, but trust me, these Humans First types don't have a lot of staying power or they'd have been at the gym with me before. I doubt Grandma Kent there is going to do a lot of damage." He pointed at a gray-haired, hunched lady in a shawl, carrying what looked liked a gardening tool. "It's like Plants Versus Zombies, and I'm not rooting for the zombies, weirdly enough. . Rachel Caine
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Nobody's cut out for this town, " Shane said. "Nobody sane anyway."" Says the kid who came back."" Yeah, kind of proves my point. Rachel Caine
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Does it give you deja voodoo how alike the houses are?"" That's deja vu, and I hate you right now."" For narcing on you to your mom? Wait until you hear what I tell your dad." From the sly grin on his face, she knew what he was thinking." Don't you even think about it."" I could tell him about the time we-"" Hell, no. Rachel Caine
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Don't you want me to kiss you goodbye, sweetie?"" Kiss a cow farm boy Nora Roberts
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You're Shane, right?' He inched away from her and managed a quick nod as he twisted the rag he held in his fingers. 'Heidi sad you were willing to teach me how to ride.' Her expression shifted from entertained to confused, as if she was wondering why no one had mentioned he was a can or two shy of a six-pack. 'A horse, ' he clarified, then wanted to kick himself. What else but a horse? Did he think she was here to learn to ride his mother's elephant? One corner of Annabelle's perfect, full mouth twitched. 'A horse would be good. You seem to have several.' He wanted to remind himself that he was usually fine around women. Smooth even. He was intelligent, funny and could, on occasion, be charming. Just not now, with his blood pumping and his brain doing nothing more than shouting "it's her, it's her" over and over again. Chemistry, he thought grimly. It could turn the smartest man into a drooling idiot. Here he was, proving the theory true. Susan Mallery
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Shane waved a hand. “Please, we know that all ittakes to get into your pants is a Hot Pocket and a Net Flix rental. Unknown