Bilbo lay with his eyes shut, gasping an taking pleasure in the feel of the fresh air again, and hardly noticing the excitement of the dwarves, or how they praised him and patted him on the back and put themseves and all their families for generations to come at his service.
Quotes about patted (13 Quotes)
Because he sounded so lost-the Eric I knew had never been one to do anything other than assume others should serve him-I patted around under the covers for his hand. When I found it, I slid my own over it. His palm was turned up to meet my palm, and his fingers clasped mine. And though I would not have thought it possible to go to sleep holding hands with a vampire, that's exactly what I did.
Sandra played exceptionally for us today. I patted her on the back and told her she did her job well today.
He just told me just run the team, make stuff easy and let's get this victory. I kind of patted him on the butt and told him don't worry about it, we'll go get it for him.
I was doing things I was being patted on the back for. I was chief economist. I was doing things that Robert McNamara liked and so on.
They patted me down. They took my wallet. They took my money I had in my pocket and they took the pizza. They didn't hurt me or anything but they jumped in the car and took off.
Everything TSA does is reactionary - first they ban the box cutters, then of course you have to take your shoes off, then you have to take the liquids out, now we have to be patted down in our private areas because of the diaper bomber.
I'm obviously pleased that Tim is staying. But if we would have taken the job, we certainly would have patted him on the back and wished him a lot of luck.
There, milk and matter,
strength-giving, nutritious
cornmeal pulp,
you were worked and patted
by the wondrous hands
of dark-skinned women.
He saw me crying and he was like 'Mommy, why are you crying' and then he patted my hair and gave me a hug.
I don't like getting patted down and taking off my shoes at the airport.
Dad sometimes patted me on the knee and called me his Little Schmuck.
I was very nervous. When I first met him and walked up to him, everyone was telling me to be sure and stay in character so he can enjoy it, and I got up to him and I froze. I patted him on the shoulder and I said, 'God bless you, Mr. Knotts.' But we talked and he was very kind. We got our picture made and I got an autograph. He was a real gentleman, very cordial, very humble. I was very sad when I heard he had passed away. I always dreaded that day, because he's my hero.