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1 " Yes, I’m Daniel Tahi." I know what your lips taste like.I know you roll your eyes when you think someone is an idiot. I know that you wish you were six inches shorter because you hate being taller than most of the boys you've ever met. Your name is tattooed across my chest and written on my heart.You are a fire daughter of earth, fanua afi and I am vasa loloa,son of the ocean. I am yours...And you can’t even remember who I am. "
2 " Ah, the trainer with the hands," one of them said. She was very pretty, thick dark hair and even darker eyes. She had a nice body, but it was easy to see she had been having babies. " Lucas talks about you fondly." Kacey smiled. " Yeah, his shoulder's been giving him shit lately," she said, figuring this must be Fallon, Lucas's wife." Yeah, and if you didn't keep him from birching about it, I might have to try and kick your ass. But seeing that he is happy, and you are also a good six inches taller than me and have abs and arms that could squash small children, I'm gonna just say, hey! It's nice to meet you!" she said and everyone laughed as they shook hands. "
3 " It's a long story. Want a refill?" " No, let's start the steak. Where's the button?" " Right here." " Well, push it." " Me? You offered to cook." " Ben Caxton, I will lie here and starve before I will get up to push a button six inches from your finger" " As you wish." He pressed the button. " But don't forget who cooked dinner. "
4 " Love is like taking a leap, Darragh. You don't know when you step off the ledge if the drop is six inches or six thousand feet. What matters is you jump. "
― Inda Herwood , Heart of Onyx (Separate Ways, #2)
5 " Diesel had gotten his nickname because he was built like a Mack truck. .... He stood six feet, six inches tall and his muscles had muscles. "
― Amanda Carlson , Ante Up (Sin City Collectors, #3)
6 " He was six feet six inches of confusing male. Lord, the man was huge, muscular and smelled heavenly. She just wanted to run her nose all over him, inhaling that spicy, earthy scent that made her inner wolf want to jump up and strut around for him. "
― Katie Reus , Taste of Darkness (Darkness, #2)
7 " How responsible are you with what you are given? Are you the per- son who, when asked to do a job, can be counted on to get it done and get it done right? Don’t settle for just a field goal in life. Make the push for the last six inches and score a touchdown. Faithfulness, hard work, and dedication will gain the trust of others and take you further down the field. "
― Jake Byrne , First and Goal: What Football Taught Me About Never Giving Up
8 " What was that for?”“Fingerprints. I’m not wastin’ time explainin’ to cops why six inches of steel went into a dumbass. "
9 " She took the bottom of her shirt and wiped the handles of the blades. He made a face.“What was that for?”“Fingerprints. I’m not wastin’ time explainin’ to cops why six inches of steel went into a dumbass. "
10 " nothing is more opaque than absolute transparency. Look--my feet don't hit the marble! Like breath or a balloon, I'm rising, I hover six inches in the air in my blazing swan-egg of light. You think I'm not a goddess? Try me. This is a torch song. Touch me and you'll burn. "
― Margaret Atwood
11 " All the luck in the world has to come every year, in every part of every year, or there is not a harvest and then the luck, the bad luck will come and everything we are, all that we can ever be, all the Einsteins and babies and love and hate, all the joy and sadness and sex and wanting and liking and disliking, all the soft summer breezes on cheeks and first snowflakes, all the Van Goghs and Rembrandts and Mozarts and Mahlers and Thomas Jeffersons and Lincolns and Ghandis and Jesus Christs, all the Cleopatras and lovemaking and riches and achievements and progress, all of that, every single damn thing that we are or ever will be is dependent on six inches of topsoil and the fact that the rain comes when it's needed and does not come when it is not needed; everything, every...single...thing comes with that luck. "
― Gary Paulsen , Clabbered Dirt, Sweet Grass
