MY BELLY'S ACHING, DOWN ON ALL FOURS I'M HUNGRY FOR YOUR LOVE MY HEAD IS SWOLLEN, MY HAIR'S ON END I'M GONNA DROP A LOAD ON YOU YOU CAN RUN FROM MY GUN BUT I ALREADY GOT YOU IN MY SIGHT YOU'RE ALL MINE NOW, YOU'RE ALL MINE NOW YOU'RE ALL MINE NOW, YOU'RE ALL MINE NOW YOU'RE ALL MINE NOW MY HEART IS POUNDING, THE MOON IS FULL I WANNA SUCK YOUR BLOOD YOUR FLESH IS FALLING RIGHT OFF THE BONE I'M GONNA GET MY FILL YOU CAN RUN JUST FOR FUN I WISH YOU KNEW HOW MUCH I LOVE THE CHASE YOU'RE ALL MINE NOW, YOU'RE ALL MINE NOW YOU'RE ALL MINE NOW, YOU'RE ALL MINE NOW YOU'RE ALL MINE NOW, YOU'RE ALL MINE NOW YOU'RE ALL MINE NOW, YOU'RE ALL MINE NOW...NOW YOU CAN RUN FROM MY GUN BUT I ALREADY GOT YOU IN MY SIGHT YOU'RE ALL MINE NOW, YOU'RE ALL MINE NOW YOU'RE ALL MINE NOW, YOU'RE ALL MINE NOW YOU'RE ALL MINE NOW
If I were hanged on the highest hill, Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine! I know whose love would follow me still, Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine! If I were drowned in the deepest sea, Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine! I know whose tears would come down to me, Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine! If I were damned of body and soul, I know whose prayers would make me whole, Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!
You're better looking than me. You're more intelligent than me. Your personality is more likable than mine. You make more money than me. Your family is nicer than mine. Your religion is better than mine. You've seen more beaches than me. You've been to more cities than me. Your automobile is nicer than mine. Your significant other is better looking than mine. Your candidate won. Your home team won. You're number one. But life is a tie. We all die.
Jason Daniel Chaplin
His words thrummed in, deep, imprinting themselves on her very deepest, deepest, deep bits. 'I believe I am your destiny. You are mine, as I am yours. We shall be one. So one that your air will be mine, your scent mine, your blood will fill my veins, your soul and my soul will entwine together forever. Everything about you, mine.' Wow. 'Those little china animals on my mantelpiece?' 'Mine.
For my omniscience paid I toll In infinite remorse of soul. All sin was of my sinning, all Atoning mine, and mine the gall Of all regret. Mine was the weight Of every brooded wrong, the hate That stood behind each envious thrust, Mine every greed, mine every lust. And all the while for every grief, Each suffering, I craved relief With individual desire, "" Craved all in vain! And felt fierce fire About a thousand people crawl; Perished with each, "" then mourned for all!
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Will you be mine? When my people go away, When I loose my loved ones When I feel I lost myself........ Will you be mine? If my friend becomes my foe If someones's gesture against me If I cannot fight my feelings....... Will you be mine? No one is with me or Whatever happens... Will you be with me...till my breath leaves me...
Nishi De Silva
Mine to the core of the heart, my beauty! Mine, all mine, and for love, not duty: Love given willingly, full and free, Love for love's sake - as mine to thee. Duty's a slave that keeps the keys, But Love, the master, goes in and out Of his goodly chambers with song and shout, Just as he please - just as he please.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
Mine, said the stone,mine is the hour.I crush the scissors,such is my power.Stronger than wishes,my power, alone.Mine, said the paper,mine are the wordsthat smother the stonewith imagined birds,reams of them, flownfrom the mind of the shaper.Mine, said the scissors,mine all the knivesgashing through paper'sethereal lives;nothing's so properas tattering wishes.As stone crushes scissors,as paper snuffs stoneand scissors cut paper,all end alone.So heap up your paperand scissor your wishesand uproot the stonefrom the top of the hill.They all end aloneas you will, you will.
Mine, said the stone, mine is the hour. I crush the scissors, such is my power. Stronger than wishes, my power, alone. Mine, said the paper, mine are the words that smother the stone with imagined birds, reams of them, flown from the mind of the shaper. Mine, said the scissors, mine all the knives gashing through paper's ethereal lives; nothing's so proper as tattering wishes. As stone crushes scissors, as paper snuffs stone and scissors cut paper, all end alone. So heap up your paper and scissor your wishes and uproot the stone from the top of the hill. They all end alone as you will, you will.
I'm a firm believer in equality at all times-' 'At all times?' She glanced at the cuffs clipped to his leathers. 'Why do I find that hard to believe?' And why the heck was she arguing with him. Mine, mine, mine. 'At all times, ' he repeated. 'However, in the bedroom or in the club, I am a lot more equal than you.
I owe it all to you. I follow the lines in my eyes. You are gone. What's left of you? Am I a sum of mine? Am I the only kind? Should I run to see what I want? Slide through life while in a bind. Chase these dreams of mine. I can't talk myself out of this one. Kids are left behind. Can't see what they want. Tradition holds them back. Decision made by mom and dad. The choice is mine. See what you see. Run while you can. I bounce to you and then back to me. I wish that I didn't sit that one out. Grow with time and not with age. I have been told. I have disobeyed. I want to be me and mine of you. I owe it all to you.
Small Brown Bike
I to my perils Of cheat and charmer Came clad in armour By stars benign. Hope lies to mortals And most believe her, But man's deceiver Was never mine. The thoughts of others Were light and fleeting, Of lovers' meeting Or luck or fame. Mine were of trouble, And mine were steady; So I was ready When trouble came.
Mine mine mine. That was the curse and power of human beings-that what they saw and loved they had to have. They could share it with other people but only if they conceived of those people as being somehow their own. What we own is ours. What you own should also be ours. In fact, you own nothing, if we want it. Because you are nothing. We are the real people, you are only posing as people in order to try to deprive us of what God means us to have.
Orson Scott Card
I have established my throne in heaven, and my kingdom rules over all. The day is mine, and mine also the night; I established the sun and moon. I set all the boundaries of the earth; I made both summer and winter. The earth is mine, and everything in it, the world, and all who live in it. All things are from me and through me and to me.
She was like me in lineaments-- her eyes Her hair, her features, all, to the very tone Even of her voice, they said were like to mine; But soften'd all, and temper'd into beauty; She had the same lone thoughts and wanderings, The quest of hidden knowledge, and a mind To comprehend the universe: nor these Alone, but with them gentler powers than mine, Pity, and smiles, and tears-- which I had not; And tenderness-- but that I had for her; Humility-- and that I never had. Her faults were mine-- her virtues were her own-- I loved her, and destroy'd her!
Thoughts thoughts. Are they not mine? I think, I write, I type. Thoughts. Are they wise? Let truth be told in words, compiled together, create a page, a book. Thoughts. Are they master piece? Is it a prize winner?... An Alfred Nobel? Thoughts. Are they not mine? Gift of God? they are not mine.
Mine is the Month of Roses; yes, and mine The Month of Marriages! All pleasant sights And scents, the fragrance of the blossoming vine, The foliage of the valleys and the heights. Mine are the longest days, the loveliest nights; The mower's scythe makes music to my ear; I am the mother of all dear delights; I am the fairest daughter of the year.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Do the gods of different nations talk to each other?...Is there some annual get-together where they compare each other's worshippers? Mine will bow their faces to the floor and trace woodgrain lines for me, says one. Mine will sacrifice animals, says another. Mine will kill anyone who insults me, says a third. Here is the question I think of most often: "Are there any who can honestly boast, My worshippers obey my good laws, and treat each other kindly, and live simple generous lives?
Orson Scott Card
DEMON MATH What is JUST in a world you've ripped in two as if there could be a half for me a half for you what is FAIR when there is nothing left to share what is YOURS when your pain is mine to bear this sad math is mine this mad path is mine subtract they say don't cry back to the desk try forget addition multiply and i reply this is why remainders hate division.
I did it, " I gasp, still reeling from the thrill and the fear. "I really-" Quince's mouth is on mine in an instant. His arms around my waist, mine around his neck. It's the fear, i know it's the fear. And the bond. And the adrenaline. That whole i-was-this-close-to-death-and-really-really-really-glad-to-be-alive emotional response. Anxiety and relief and joy swirl between us until i can't tell which are his and which are mine. I can't not be kissing him right now. The urgency in his kiss tells me he feels the same.
Tera Lynn Childs
I'm not some possession." I pushed at his chest once more. "No, you're not." His mouth returned to mine. "You are my wife." I continued to struggle with the mass of him. He pulled his head back. "You're the only woman I've loved since I lost my mother and sister." His eyes intent on mine. Torn by my anger and his admission, I stopped protesting. His mouth moved against my neck and his body pressed into mine. "I have loved you for so long.
What I loved about bike racing was that it was not a mainstream sport. My heroes were self-made. There were no coaches, no training centers, and only a handful of sponsors. Training rides were not totally devoted to bike talk. I got to know a lot of riders this way, not just as good sprinters or good climbers, but as people who had ideas different from mine, jobs different from mine, and dreams different from mine.
Either I'm yours, and you're mine, or we're nothing." "What?" She blinks her confusion. "I said, " drawing out the word and giving her a few seconds to ge accustomed to our new reality. "Either I'm yours and you're mine, or we're nothing. I don't want to be your friend. I want to be... yours.