Dammit, Vik. How can you not know what's wrong with this thing? Can't you commune with it or something? (Devyn) My name is not 'Dammit, Vik' and I find it ironic that you think I can commune with all metal beings when you can barely communicate your point of view to your own parents. And they birthed you. I did not give birth to this ship. Last time I checked, I was male and that would be impossible on a multitude of levels. (Vik)
She had been sharing a house with him for a week, and he had not once flirted with her. He had worked with her, asked her opinion, slapped her on the knuckles figuratively speaking when she was on the wrong track, and acknowledged that she was right when she corrected him. Dammit, he had treated her like a human being.
Women and our right to choose were going to be challenged with Ashcroft around. When Bush appointed Ashcroft, I went out and got me four abortions. I stocked up. The doctor was like, "Listen, you're not pregnant." I said, "Hey, just shut up and do your job. I'm exercising my right while I can, dammit.
I don't care about risk to me," he hissed, leaning forward across the table. "I care about what happens to you! Dammit, I'm practically indestructible. Let me go. You stay behind." "Yes," Clary said, "Jace won't find that odd at all. You can just tell him you've always been secretly in love with him and you can't stand being parted.
She loved him, and she was going to do everything she could to get him back. She hadn't come this far just to walk away. He was the love of her life, dammit. The man she wanted to marry. The world had reversed its orbit to bring them back together, for Pete's sake, and she wasn't going down without a fight. Fate could only do so much; the rest was up to her.
I twisted my body, suddenly unable to stand his hands on me. 'Do you really think I give a damn what you are? That anything else matters to me more than you, yourself? I don't want you to stay because you think I need a protector, Daniel. I've been looking after myself for a very long time now, and I've done just fine. Dammit, have some faith in me.' 'If I didn't have faith in you, Sarah, I wouldn't feel this way.
Angela B. Wade
If this is my final moment, ' she says, 'then I can die happy.' 'Is that why you're saying all this? Because you think we're going to die?' 'I don't know, ' she admits. 'Dammit, Summer.' He clings to her waist, grip desperate, eyes heavy with torment. 'You're saying everything I want to hear, but I don't know if I can trust it.
Cremation has become the most popular form of burial in the United States... People used to want a big, thick granite stone, their names carved into with a chisel. I was here dammit! Cremation is like you're trying to cover up a crime. Burn the body. Scatter the ashes around. As far as anyone's concerned this whole thing never happened.
He'd do what was best for her. He'd take her to safety and send her back home to a bright future... with a more honorable man than him. The stick broke in his hand, and he muttered an oath. All he wanted was for Amelia to be safe and happy, dammit. That and to beat every honorable man in England into the dust.
I'm hard-nosed about luck. I think it sucks. Yeah, if you spend seven years looking for a job as a copywriter, and then one day somebody gives you a job, you can say, Gee, I was lucky I happened to go up there today. But, dammit, I was going to go up there sooner or later in the next seventy years. If you're persistent in trying and doing and working, you almost make your own fortune.
Jerry Della Femina
I havent even been drinking, but, at all, but, you know, being a man, Ive got to say that weve got this guy in the White House who thinks he is a man, you know, who projects himself as a man because he has a certain masculinity, and he's a good old boy, and he used to drink, and he knows how to shoot a gun and how to drive a pickup truck, etcetera like that. Thats not the definition of a man, God Dammit!
I'll quit eating meat when you get a cow out here to beat me at a poetry slam. Only so many words rhyme with 'Mooo.' I mean, yes, we're supposed to be better stewards; yes, we're supposed to take care of the earth; yes, we're supposed to honor the sacrifices made by the animals; yes yes yes yes yes, but dammit, we're in charge, and you know why? It's because of these [holding out thumbs]...Maybe you think that carrots are less important than cows. I think they're equal, especially in a sauce.
Dammit, Michael, get out of my room, you pervert!" Could you even be a pervert if you were dead? She supposed you could, if you had a working body half the time. "I swear, I'm going to start taking my clothes off!" The cold spot stayed resolutely put until she got the hem of her T-shirt all the way up to her bra line, and then faded away. "Chicken," she said, and paced the room, back and forth.
He didn't see anything." She rolled to her feet. "I was in your bed! We could have scarred him for life!" "Grace, we weren't doing anything. Well, I wasn't. You were snoring." "I don't--" She smoothed her dress down and searched out her sandals, shoving her feet into them. She glanced at herself in the mirror over his dresser and groaned. Hair, wild. Lips, swollen. Face, flushed. Nipples, hard. "Dammit!" She clapped her hands over them. "It's like they're broken!
You just witnessed something I've never seen in my entire life. They just called that team (Tennessee) the winner. They said whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, (whistles) come back here. Then they called us the winner. I'm a tell you right now as an experience, dammit, I'm going to enjoy that one as much as I hate to admit it.
They don't make poles long enough for me want to touch Microsoft products, and I don't want any mass-marketed game-playing device or Windows appliance near my desk or on my network. This is my workbench, dammit, it's not a pretty box to impress people with graphics and sounds. When I work at this system up to 12 hours a day, I'm profoundly uninterested in what user interface a novice user would prefer.
GO SA TRIP THIS, YEAH, GET UP ON THE TIPNESS DON'T SWEAT IT OR LET 'EM SET ONCE YOU GRAB IT COME AND GET SOME TO HAVE AND TO FLAUNT I KNOW ABOUT IT, KNOW I GOT THE NEWS IF YOU WANT I POCKET, I LOCK IT, I SOCK IT, YOUR MIND I ROCK IT SHELL-FUCKING-SHOCKED AS WELL, MAYBE I GROOVE AND DAMMIT I KNOW IT FUCKING UP THE TRUTH, THAT'S HOW I SHOW IT IN THE HALF LIGHT, SA SOUNDS, NICK'S A NIGHT LIGHT I'M RAPPIN', HE'S SNAPPIN' ON SOMETHING YOU MIGHT LIKE NOW DON'T FROWN IF I CHOOSE TO CUT IT UP BROTHERS YOU CAN'T TAKE IT WITH YOU
What, on the eternal list of priorities, precedes health? What more obvious role could government have than the defense of the life, of each citizen? We cannot stop every germ that seeks to harm us any more than we can stop every person who seeks to harm us. But we can try dammit and government's essential role in that effort facilitate it, reduce its cost, broaden its availability, improve my health and yours, seems, ultimately, self-explanatory.
Kids don't have a little brother working in the coal mine, they don't have a little sister coughing her lungs out in the looms of the big mill towns of the Northeast. Why? Because we organized; we broke the back of the sweatshops in this country; we have child labor laws. Those were not benevolent gifts from enlightened management. They were fought for, they were bled for, they were died for by working people, by people like us. Kids ought to know that. That's why I sing these songs. That's why I tell these stories, dammit. No root, no fruit!
Kyo Sohma: One of these days I'll make you say you're sorry Yuki Sohma: looking bored I'm sorry. Kyo Sohma: Dammit That's not what I meant Don't you have any shame Yuki Sohma: still looking annoyed Yes I'm ashamed to be seen with you shouting in public. Kyo Sohma: Oh that's it We're taking this outside Yuki Sohma: still looking annoyed We ARE outside you stupid cat.
Dread was always with her, an alarm system in her head, alert to her next disaster. Despite being resigned to a life of misfortune, she became resourceful. She grudgingly noticed that things always worked out, even when she claimed defeat. An inconvenient truth, yet it was right there, in her face, betraying her self-punishments and assumptions. She kept overcoming things, dammit, aggravating herself. She still felt so much joy, despite her efforts to be miserable. Her life was full of miracles and spectacles that she was afraid to rely on so she didn't know how to enjoy, how to be thankful, without guilt. She didn't want to win and she didn't want to lose. Ambiguity intrigued her and she found passion in the gaps between hope and despair.
G.G. Renee Hill
Dammit, I couldn't stop her from following me into danger, but I sure as hell was going to protect her while she was here. I would throw myself in front of the dragon if it came down to that. My heart pounded, and I kissed her deeper, my stomach twisting as she parted her lips, letting me in. Her tongue teased mine, and everything that had brought us here - Keirran, Annwyl, the Fade - rushed out of my head. I'd never felt anything like this before: these crazy, swirling emotions, all centered around the girl in my arms. Kenzie scared me, infuriated me, challenged me, and faeries or no, I couldn't imagine a world without this girl. I loved her more than anything else in my life. My heart turned over, and the air caught in my throat. I pulled back, breathless with the realization. I... was in love.
You want to ... ?' His other eye popped open as I started to slide down his body, intent on exploring that part of him which had given me so much pleasure. He grabbed me before I was able to move four inches. I looked up, worried that I had done something wrong. A familiar strained, tense look was on his face, his eyes screwed up tight. I looked down at his penis. It was no longer in a resting state. 'I thought you were sated?' I was. Until you went and mentioned doing that to me. No! Don't touch me there, woman! For the love of - grk!' A half hour later, Gabriel, his arm wrapped around me because my legs were unusually weak, hustled me toward the house with a grim look on his face. I will beat this, ' he muttered. 'I am a wyvern, I am strong. I will control my needs long enough to give you pleasure, and you will enjoy it, dammit!' I said nothing, but I smiled. A lot. [May and Gabriel, pg. 307]
I CLOSE MY EYES FOR A SECOND & I PICTURE APPEAR BLACK COULD IT BE OUR DESTINY WAS MEANT TO BE LIKE THAT CAUSE IT UNRAVELS LIKE A NOVEL, I'M RUNNING SHORT OUT OF BREATH I'M RUNNIN THROUGH MY OWN THOUGHTS & I DON'T SEE NOTHIN LESS THEY DESPISE OF HOW I FEEL I'LL BE BACK ON IMPEAL CUFFED & SHACKLED, THESE ASS HOLES JUST WISH I WAS KILLED GOT ESTO 42 & NOW THEY GIVIN ME LIFE SO HOW HE FUCK WOULD YOU FELL CAUSE THAT SHIT AIN'T RIGHT PLUS MY KIDS & MY WIFE, WHAT HAPPENED TO 3 STRIKES NO TIME TO STRATEGIZE, I HEAR MY JEFA'S CRIES MY JEFA SCREAMS, I WISH IT WAS ONE OF MY DREAMS SO FUCK THE JUDGE & THE D.A. FOR PRIDIN ON ME I HEAR THESE 4 ACCUSATIONS LIKE THE SON IS SATAN AND THESE SNITCH ASS VATOS GIVIN UP INFORMATION GOD DAMMIT I GUESS NOW I SIT HERE LONELY THE CUERVOS, THE LAST TIMES IS FADING SO SLOWLY
Charlie Row Campo
The sound of thunder awake me, and when I got up, my feet sank into muddy water up to my ankles. Mother took Buster and Helen to high ground to pray, but I stayed behind with Apache and Lupe. We barricaded the door with the rug and started bailing water out the window. Mother came back and begged us to go pray with her on the hilltop. "To heck with praying!" I shouted. "Bail, dammit, bail!" Mom look mortified. I could tell she thought I'd probably doomed us all with my blasphemy, and I was a little shocked at it myself, but with the water rising so fast, the situation was dire. We had lit the kerosene lamp, and we could see the walls of the dugout were beginning to sag inward. If Mom had pitched in and helped, there was a chance we might have been able to save the dugout - not a good chance, but a fighting chance. Apache and Lupe and I couldn't do it on our own, though, and when the ceiling started to cave, we grabbed Mom's walnut headboard and pulled it through the door just as the dugout collapsed in on itself, burying everything. Afterward, I was pretty aggravated with Mom. She kept saying that the flood was God's will and we had to submit to it. But I didn't see things that way. Submitting seemed to me a lot like giving up. If God gave us the strength to bail - the gumption to try to save ourselves - isn't that what he wanted us to do?
She walked slowly towards him, taking in how he looked so eerily still. 'Okay you, ' she said, her voice choked. 'We have to have a talk. I know you're a Dardano, but a wedding reception in the ICU? Not so classy.' She lowered her head, her attempt at levity falling flat under the weight of her heartbreak. She blinked back her tears and cupped his face. 'You listen to me, okay? You are not leaving me. You're not allowed. You're going to fight, understand? Alessandro, I will not bury another husband. Do you hear me? I refuse to grieve for you. That is not even an option because you are my life.' She kissed his forehead, the beeping of the heart monitor and the respirators the only sounds in the room. 'Funny huh? I spent so much time pushing you away and here I am begging you to stay. Not just for me, but for our boys. Will's already lost one father, don't you leave him too. And Gianni... don't you dare leave him nothing but stories about some man in a picture frame.' Bree took his hand, rubbing his ring finger. 'Please, Alessandro. Fight. I won't survive without you. I won't.' She kissed his palm. 'We've fought too hard for you to just give up when we're finally going to be happy. Dammit Alessandro, you owe me! You owe me a life, a happy life together. So don't you dare die on me. Don't you leave me to deal with that son of a bitch father of yours by myself.' She covered her mouth with her free hand to stifle her sobs. She leaned down and kissed his still mouth. 'I love you... I love you so much... ' Her tears fell on his face as she rested her forehead against his.
Then he made the mistake of looking into her eyes and froze. Her expression was so open, so full of tenderness and longing as well as heat that he almost balked. This was supposed to be about closure, about having the goodbye they'd never gotten last time. How was he supposed to leave after if she gave herself to him this completely? Her hand came up to cradle the side of his face, her thumb stroking back and forth across his jaw, her touch gentle and loving. 'Need you, ' she murmured, It was good. Even better than he remembered. Liam buried his face in the side of her neck and sucked in a breath, struggling to hang on. Being cradled in Honor's arms, buried to the hilt inside her while she opened her body and heart to him was the most incredible thing in the world. How the fand^ was he going to walk away later? Without warning his eyes began to sting. As though she sensed how close he was to coming unglued, Honor murmured to him and pressed kisses to the side of his face, her hand urging his head to turn toward her. Liam shook his head, unable to bear that final level of intimacy when he knew this was their last time. Keeping his face in her neck he fought back the swell of emotion and began to move, a slow, shallow rocking motion that was more profound than words could ever be. He loved her. Would always love her, but it wasn't enough because some things couldn't be undone and he just couldn't let her in the way he had before. All they had left was this bittersweet farewell, and he was going to make it memorable... A lump settled in his throat and he squeezed his eyes shut, torn between the excruciating pleasure swelling inside him and the need to see her face as he took her this last time. In the end, his heart won out. Powerless to stop himself, he lifted his head and looked down at her. Anguish sliced through his chest when he saw the tears glistening in her beautiful eyes. Don't. Don't cry. Shit, he didn't want either of them to hurt anymore. He was sick of hurting. That's why he was ending it all tonight. With a low sound of regret he covered her mouth with his, his tongue sliding against hers as he took her. Honor kissed him back deep and slow... Cupping her cheek with his free hand he gave her everything he had left to give, allowing his emotional shields to drop for these final moments. She ran her fingertips up and down his back in a soothing motion, her body limp and pliant beneath his, legs still wrapped around him. And all of a sudden he felt like crying. He felt too much, was in too deep again. He didn't know what to say to make this any easier. After what they'd just shared he was more conflicted than ever about what to do. 'I'll miss you, ' she murmured, and he caught the slight catch in her voice. Ah, fuand%. He gritted his teeth. It would be so much easier if they could just hate each other. For a moment he considered saying something to make her do exactly that, but couldn't. Even he wasn't enough of an ahole to end things that way. And that look on her face... Against his better judgment, Liam sat back down on the edge of the bed and pulled her into his arms. Honor went willingly into his embrace, pressing her face to his chest as she hugged him tight in return. 'I'll miss you too.' Dammit, he should never have come here tonight. 'I wish it could be different, but I just... I can't do this anymore.' I'll always love you but I can't afford to let you back in again. 'I'm sorry.