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Tag Name "Shouts" (40)

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Shouts of dismay rose as the red flesh splattered against the table. It was only a tomato, but one would think I was pulping a decaying heart by the noise the big, strong FIB officers were making.
Kim Harrison
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A lot of us have been raised with the Bible and with movies from Hollywood to believe that God shouts down from the heavens or appears in a burning bush. It's always so dramatic and kind of scary. So that's what we all expect when we're asking God for some answers.
Echo Bodine
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The sun is coming down to earth, and the fields and the waters shout to him golden shouts.
George Meredith
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So it always is: when you escape to a desert the silence shouts in your ear.
Graham Greene
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I myself have seen the floating ships And nothing will ever be the same The shouts, The harrowing voices within the house. I stand apart with an army: My mind is graven with ships.
Hilda Doolittle
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The connection was so bad, and I couldn’t talk at all during most of the call. How terrible it is when you say I love you and the person at the other end shouts back ‘What?
J. D. Salinger
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Over our manhood bend the skies Against our fallen and traitor lives The great winds utter prophecies With our faint hearts the mountain strives, Its arms outstretched, the druid wood Waits with its benedicite And to our age’s drowsy blood Still shouts the inspiring sea.
James Russell Lowell
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Desire, both the whispers and the shouts, is the map we have been given to find the only life worth living.
John Eldredge
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I must exchange whispers with God before shouts with the world.
Lysa TerKeurst
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You see all I need is a whisper in a world that only shouts.
Passenger
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We need a Republican Party that shows up on the South side of Chicago and shouts at the top of our lungs, 'We are the party of jobs and opportunity! The GOP is the ticket to the middle class.
Rand Paul
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These are facts that would make every American upset. Our birthright is being stolen, the legacy of our country is at stake, and the values of our nation are in peril. The future whispers, and the present shouts.
Robert F. Kennedy, Jr.
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Silence is a lie. Silence has a loud voice. It shouts, Nothing important is happening - don't worry. So when something important IS going on, silence is a lie.
A. M. Rosenthal
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The mob shouts with one big mouth and eats with a thousand little ones.
Stanislaw Jerzy Lec
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The snow has quietness in it no songs, no smells, no shouts or traffic. When I speak my own voice shocks me.
Anne Sexton
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Someone shouts, Enough! and I think too much and nothing at all.
Veronica Roth
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Language cannot describe the scene that followed the shouts, oaths, frantic gestures, taunts, replies, and little fights and therefore I shall not attempt it.
Augustus Baldwin Longstreet
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The paleoclimate record shouts to us that, far from being self-stabilizing, the Earth's climate system is an ornery beast which overreacts even to small nudges.
Wallace Smith Broecker
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God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks to us in our conscience, but shouts in our pains.
C. S. Lewis
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The limousine is the ultimate ego trip, the supreme sign of success. It shouts: Hey, this guy is really and truly Mr Big.
William Proxmire
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We do all like to get things inside a barb-wire corral. Especially our fellow-men. We love to round them up inside the barb-wire enclosure of FREEDOM, and make 'em work. Work, you free jewel, WORK! shouts the liberator, cracking his whip.
D. H. Lawrence
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The things that brought me the most comfort now were too small to list. Raspberries in cream. Sparrows with cocked heads. Shadows of bare limbs making for sidewalk filigrees. Roses past their prime with their petals loose about them. The shouts of children at play in the neighborhood, Ginger Rogers on the black-and-white screen.
Elizabeth Berg
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Sir Beldevere: What makes you think she's a witch? Peasant 3: Well, she turned me into a newt! Sir Beldevere: A newt? Peasant 3: [meekly after a long pause] ... I got better. Crowd: [shouts] Burn her anyway!
Graham Chapman
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From the great trees the locusts cry In quavering ecstatic duo-a boy Shouts a wild call-a mourning dove In the blue distance sobs-the wind Wanders by, heavy with odors Of corn and wheat and melon vines The trees tremble with delirious joy as the breeze Greets them, one by one-now the oak Now the great sycamore, now the elm.
Hamlin Garland
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