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Tag Name "Roars" (22)

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The oak roars when a high wind wrestles with it the beech shrieks the elm sends forth a long, deep groan the ash pours out moans of thrilling anguish.
Thomas Starr King
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Along the coast the sea roars, and inland the mountains roar – the roaring at the center, like a distant clap of thunder.
Yasunari Kawabata
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The voice that arises out of the silence is something no one can imagine until it is heard. It roars when it speaks, it lies to you and convinces you, it steals from you and leaves you without a single word of comfort.
Alice Hoffman
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I have since only rarely seen the tree with the lights in it. The vision comes and goes, mostly goes, but I live for it, for the moment when the mountains open and a new light roars in spate through the crack, and the mountains slam.
Annie Dillard
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Gods should be iridescent, like the rainbow in the storm. Man creates a God in his own image, and the gods grow old along with the men that made them... But the god-stuff roars eternally, like the sea, with too vast a sound to be heard.
D. H. Lawrence
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A lion never roars after a kill.
Dean Smith
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At night I sit in my chamber and read the bible. Far in the distance roars the sea. Then I lie down and think for a long time about the calm and pale man from Nazareth.
Joseph Goebbels
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In scene after scene, meaning sneaks in and sometimes roars.
Manohla Dargis
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Rude poets of the tavern hearth, squandering your unquoted mirth, which keeps the ground, and never soars, while jake retorts, and reuben roars tough and screaming, as birch-bark, goes like bullet to its mark while the solid curse and jeer never balk the waiting ear.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
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When I paint, the Sea Roars Others Splash about in the bath
Salvador Dali
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Truth does not sit in a cave and hide like a lie. It wanders around proudly and roars loudly like a lion.
Suzy Kassem
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A real flame of love is a subtle thing. It burns as a will-o'-the-wisp, dancing onward to fairy lands of delight. It roars as a furnace. Too often jealousy is the quality upon which it feeds.
Theodore Dreiser
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Boxing changed my life. It's like a drug you can't believe how great it is! Let me tell you something, you hit somebody on the chin, the guy goes down, the crowd roars...Wow! You really feel something!
Tony Danza
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There rolls the deep where grew the tree. O earth, what changes hast thou seen! There where the long street roars, hath been The stillness of the central sea. The hills are shadows, and they flow From form to form, and nothing stands They melt like mist, the solid lands, Like clouds they shape themselves and go.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Genghis Miliband roars up to the despatch box like a caged donkey.
Andy Zaltzman
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There is language going on out there- the language of the wild. Roars, snorts, trumpets, squeals, whoops, and chirps all have meaning derived over eons of expression... We have yet to become fluent in the language -and music- of the wild.
Boyd Norton
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Gods die with men who have conceived them. But the god-stuff roars eternally, like the sea, with too vast a sound to be heard.
D. H. Lawrence
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Pianos, unlike people, sing when you give them your every growl. They know how to dive into the pit of your stomach and harmonize with your roars when you’ve split yourself open. And when they see you, guts shining, brain pulsing, heart right there exposed in a rhythm that beats need need, need need, need need, pianos do not run. And so she plays.
Francesca Lia Block
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When the thunder roars, do you not hear your Self? When the lightening cracks, do you not see your Self? When clouds float quietly across the sky, is this not your very own limitless Being, waving back at you?
Ken Wilber
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The wild sea roars and lashes the granite cliffs below,And round the misty islets the loud strong tempests blow.
Mary Howitt
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I am not an animal in my personal life. But in the ring there is an animal inside me. Sometimes it roars when the first bell rights. Sometimes it springs out later in a fight. But i can always feel it there, driving me and pushing me forward. It is what makes me win. It makes me enjoy fighting.
Roberto Duran
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When I was younger there was something in me. I had passion. I may not have known what I was going to do with that passion, but there was something-and I still feel it. It's this little engine that roars inside of me and I just want to keep going and going.
Sheila Johnson