Throat Quotes

“After a long silence, Dodge cleared his throat. "I think I speak for all of us when I say, 'Huh?'"
-Dodge(obviously)”
― Frank Beddor, Seeing Redd

“My mouth opened.
It happened.
Yes, with my head thrown into the sky, I started howling.
Arms stretched out next to me, I howled, and everything came out of me. Visions pored up my throat and past voices surrounded me. The sky listened. The city didn't. I didn't care. All I cared about was that I was howling so that I could hear my voice and so I would remember that the boy had intensity and something to offer. I howled, oh, so loud and desperate, telling a world that I was here and I wouldn't lie down.”
― Markus Zusak, Underdog

“I’m not sorry," said Quentin. "One of them tried to take my throat away from me. With its teeth. I’m not you. I need my throat.”
― Seanan McGuire, A Red-Rose Chain

“He gave my hair a final, gentle tug and turned away. I watched him go, Hunger and longing and that strange squirmy feeling twisting my insides. Crawling into my tent, I pulled the blanket over my head and tried to sleep, to forget Ezekiel Crosse. His touch. His warmth. And how badly I wanted to sink my fangs into his throat and truly mine.”
― Julie Kagawa, The Immortal Rules

“Winter is our time. They shut up their cities for the cold months. They put their horses in stables and sit around great fires in enormous houses of stone. If you want a bearskin, do you attack in summer when it is strong and fast, or cut its throat as it sleeps?”
― Conn Iggulden, Khan: Empire of Silver

“Inside her head or out in the desert was the same, and the air inside her throat was very dry to keep from crying and her neck sore from forcing herself not to look down, not to look back.”
― Mike Bond, The Last Savanna

“Start thinking for yourself, ask 'why?' and even venture to say 'why should I?' and pretty soon you will have half the world at your throat for being a 'trouble maker'.”
― Christina Engela, Black Sunrise

“Next door I could hear the old man’s soul flap its heavy vermillion butterfly wings as the hustler shot a load down his throat.”
― Tom Cardamone, Pumpkin Teeth

“Hers to be his to be hers ad
infinitum, smoke smudging
the
bell of her throat. To what had
been or might've been her
thoughts migrated, cloth wall
he
pressed his hand against, he of
the indelicate embrace.”
― Nathaniel Mackey, Nod House

“Foolish man, what do you bemoan, and what do you fear? Wherever you look there is an end of evils. You see that yawning precipice? It leads to liberty. You see that flood, that river, that well? Liberty houses within them. You see that stunted, parched, and sorry tree? From each branch liberty hangs. Your neck, your throat, your heart are all so many ways of escape from slavery [...] Do you enquire the road to freedom? You shall find it in every vein of your body.”
― A. Alvarez

“Don't go for a man's throat when he hasn't hurt you.”
― Paul Bamikole

“If this isn’t important, I will rip your throat open and piss down your lungs.”
― James S.A. Corey, Cibola Burn

“I wanted to tell you I loved you, but the butterflies in my stomach swarmed my throat, and all the words got caught in their wings.”
― Nitya Prakash

“My coworker at very high altitude died from colon cancer and another coworker died from throat cancer.”
― Steven Magee

“I switched from the surgical masks to the KN95 masks and found that I had an irritated and sore throat. I have stopped wearing them and have gone back to the surgical masks. I think the KN95 cause too much restriction in air flow and may damage the respiratory system with long term use.”
― Steven Magee

“Opera has the power to warn you that you have wasted your life. You haven't acted on your desires. You've suffered a stunted, vicarious existence. You've silenced your passions. The volume, height, depth, lushness, and excess of operatic utterance reveal, by contrast, how small your gestures have been until now, how impoverished your physicality; you have only used a fraction of your bodily endowment, and your throat is closed.”
― Wayne Koestenbaum, The Queen's Throat: Opera, Homosexuality and the Mystery of Desire