Groaning Quotes

Authors: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
Categories: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
you-can-only-do-much-grunting-groaning-then-youre-done-you-know
if-you-keep-groaning-please-do-it-to-rythmn-i-can-dance-to-ashleigh-brilliant
it-would-cost-you-groaning-to-take-off-my-edge-william-shakespeare
because-my-loud-groaning-i-am-reduced-to-skin-bones-psalm-1025
when-i-kept-silent-my-bones-wasted-away-through-my-groaning-all-day-long-psalm-323
we-know-that-whole-creation-has-been-groaning-as-in-pains-childbirth-right-up-to-present-time-romans-822
the-miserables-name-is-man-he-is-agonizing-in-all-climes-he-is-groaning-in-all-languages-victor-hugo
by-reason-of-the-voice-of-my-groaning-my-bones-cleave-to-my-skin
to-hear-the-groaning-of-the-prisoner-to-loose-those-that-are-appointed-to-death
even-to-day-is-my-complaint-bitter-my-stroke-is-heavier-than-my-groaning
jesus-therefore-again-groaning-in-himself-cometh-to-the-grave-it-was-a-cave-and-a-stone-lay-upon-it
moreover-i-have-heard-groaning-israelites-whom-egyptians-are-enslaving-i-have-remembered-my-covenant-exodus-65
even-today-my-complaint-is-bitter-his-hand-is-heavy-in-spite-my-groaning-job-232
god-heard-their-groaning-he-remembered-his-covenant-with-abraham-with-isaac-with-jacob-exodus-224
so-shall-world-go-on-to-good-malignant-to-bad-men-benign-under-her-own-weight-groaning-john-milton
and-i-have-also-heard-the-groaning-of-the-children-of-israel-whom-the-egyptians-keep-in-bondage-and-i-have-remembered-my-covenant
i-am-weary-with-my-groaning-all-the-night-make-i-my-bed-to-swim-i-water-my-couch-with-my-tears
there-are-degrees-happiness-you-go-from-one-to-other-then-back-again-its-hard-to-be-completely-happy-when-those-around-us-are-suffering-groaning-bob-dylan
i-am-worn-out-from-groaning-all-night-long-i-flood-my-bed-with-weeping-drench-my-couch-with-tears-psalm-66
but-ah-what-once-has-been-shall-be-no-more-the-groaning-earth-in-travail-in-pain-brings-forth-its-races-but-does-not-restore-and-dead-nations-never-henry-wadsworth-longfellow
the-best-thing-ive-learned-is-that-you-have-to-listen-to-your-body-you-have-to-be-your-own-physician-dont-ignore-those-little-groaning-aches-pains
the-novelist-is-more-like-pregnant-woman-who-delivers-her-own-child-unaided-a-messy-procedure-with-lots-groaning-david-mitchell
as-was-often-case-magic-just-chuckled-kicked-physics-in-balls-leaving-it-groaning-wondering-what-just-happened-jim-c-hines
maria-groaning-for-scraps-would-drape-his-head-on-my-feet-as-i-ate-trying-to-camouflage-himself-as-my-napkin-rug-arthur-phillips
i-can-almost-hear-haymitch-groaning-as-i-team-up-with-this-wispy-child-but-i-want-her-because-shes-survivor-i-trust-her-why-not-admit-it-she-suzanne-collins
my-life-is-consumed-by-anguish-my-years-by-groaning-my-strength-fails-because-my-affliction-my-bones-grow-weak-psalm-3110
nico-started-to-crawl-away-groaning-percy-wanted-him-to-move-faster-groan-less-he-considered-throwing-his-wonder-bread-at-him-rick-riordan
cry-havoc-let-loose-dogs-war-that-this-foul-deed-shall-smell-above-earth-with-carrion-men-groaning-for-burial-william-shakespeare
you-must-not-for-one-instant-give-up-the-effort-to-build-new-lives-for-yourselves-creativity-means-to-push-open-the-heavy-groaning-doorway-to-life
anxiously-he-touched-lump-on-his-head-again-then-felt-his-injured-leg-groaning-the-whole-affair-is-mystery-to-me-he-said-who-would-want-to-steal-anything-from-me-perhaps-thief-ve
there-were-dragons-in-his-dreams-as-though-some-part-him-knew-trials-were-not-yet-over-that-there-were-battles-yet-to-be-fought-he-slept-fitfully-fidgeting-tossing-turning-groani
my-bookshelves-were-groaning-with-ww2-books-hitlers-baleful-eyes-staring-out-at-me-from-covers-spines-for-any-new-visitor-passing-burglar-to-wonder-if-i-might-be-fan-at-least-mil
and-god-heard-their-groaning-and-god-remembered-his-covenant-with-abraham-with-isaac-and-with-jacob
i-saw-snares-that-enemy-spreads-out-over-world-i-said-groaning-what-can-get-through-from-such-snares-then-i-heard-voice-saying-to-me-humility-anthony-great
i-have-indeed-seen-oppression-my-people-in-egypt-i-have-heard-their-groaning-have-come-down-to-set-them-free-now-come-i-will-send-you-back-to-egypt-acts-734
when-it-comes-to-standup-people-feel-this-need-to-voice-their-objection-through-groaning-being-offended-its-really-irritating-i-mean-i-love-what-i-do-jim-norton
a-dire-vision-has-been-shown-to-me-the-traitor-betrays-looter-takes-loot-elam-attack-media-lay-siege-i-will-bring-to-end-all-groaning-she-caused-isaiah-212
lord-all-my-desire-is-before-thee-and-my-groaning-is-not-hid-from-thee
my-god-my-god-why-have-you-forsaken-me-why-are-you-far-from-saving-me-far-from-words-my-groaning-psalm-221
learning-to-live-as-christian-is-learning-to-live-as-renewed-human-being-anticipating-eventual-new-creation-in-with-world-which-is-still-longing-n-t-wright
this-war-is-not-ordinary-war-it-is-war-entire-russian-people-not-only-to-eliminate-danger-hanging-over-our-heads-but-to-aid-all-people-groaning-joseph-stalin
what-happened-next-i-retain-nothing-from-those-terrible-minutes-except-indistinct-memories-which-flash-into-my-mind-with-sudden-brutality-like-apparitions-among-bursts-scenes-vis
the-smoke-stung-at-corners-uris-eyes-as-he-struggled-to-open-them-he-could-hear-battle-sounds-all-around-him-smell-iron-from-blood-drenched-warfare-in-air-much-to-his-surprise-de
I'll tell you what, ' she said, prepared to make a deal. 'Let's see how your 'diplomacy' would profit us. If you can give me a decent solution to a pretend situation, I'll agree to have you accompany me instead of Shanks. Although, I don't know how wise it is to leave a Viidun captain on the Kemeniroc in your absence.' Derian agreed to the test. 'Okay, what's your question?' She thought hard for a moment; her eyes scrunching in concentration, lips pulled down to one side. Then, as a crooked grin spread across her lips, she set up an imagined scenario. 'Pretend we're down on the planet with this King Wennergren when he graciously offers to walk us through his cherished garden. While we're there he begs me to touch his favorite, award-winning flower, hoping my powers will make it thrive and blossom. But for some strange reason it doesn't respond to me the way plants do on our world. Instead of thriving, the flower withers and dies right before his shocked and furious eyes. Now pretend he's easily offended and has a horrible temper... ' Derian cut it. 'You have no idea what his temperament is like.' 'I know. That's not the point.' Her eyes scolded him for interrupting. 'Just pretend that he becomes outraged by my actions, assuming that I purposefully destroyed his prized plant. The angry king orders both of us to be seized and thrown into his deep, dark, inescapable dungeon. But, somehow we manage to dodge his line of soldiers and run into a nearby congested jungle, hiding beneath the foliage from our determined pursuers. 'Finally, pretend that we trudge along for hours, so deep within the trees that we begin to hear howling in the distance from dangerous, hungry beasts. They seem to sound off all around us. Every now and then we hear weapon's fire as King Wennergren's men fend off these wild animals. This only reminds us that the soldiers are still in pursuit. Far, far buried within the dark jungle we spot a clearing and head for it. Unfortunately, once we reach it we come across an entire pack of ferocious animals who begin to stalk us. So we turn around, only to face a line of soldiers from behind, pointing their weapons our direction. We're surrounded by danger on both sides, Derian! Now, what do you do?' She looked at him, wide-eyed and expectant. 'Eena, you have a terribly overactive imagination, ' he said flatly. She rolled her eyes, then impatiently asked him again, 'Well? What would you do?' 'I'd stop pretending." She fell back in her chair, groaning. 'You're still not going.' 'Try and stop me, ' he dared. 'You know I can, ' she reminded him. He glared at her. 'When the time comes, we'll see.

Richelle E. Goodrich
ill-tell-you-what-she-said-prepared-to-make-deal-lets-see-how-your-diplomacy-would-profit-us-if-you-can-give-me-decent-solution-to-pretend-situation-ill-agree-to-have-you-accompa
The bast, dispersing in shreds in the sunset whispered "Time has begun." The son, Adam, stripped naked, descended into the Old Testament of his native land and arrayed himself in bast; a wreath of roadside field grass he placed upon his brow, a staff, not a switch, he pulled from the ground, flourishing the birch branch like a sacred palm. On the road he stood like a guard. The dust-gray road ran into the sunset. And a crow perched there, perched and croaked, there where the celestial fire consumed the earth. There were blind men along the dust-gray road running into the twilight. Antique, crooken, they trailed along, lonely and sinister silhouettes, holding to one another and to their leader's cane. They were raising dust. One was beard-less, he kept squinting. Another, a little old man with a protruding lip, was whispering and praying. A third, covered with red hair, frowned. Their backs were bent, their heads bowed low, their arms extended to the staff. Strange it was to see this mute procession in the terrible twilight. They made their way immutable, primordial, blind. Oh, if only they could open their eyes, oh if only they were not blind! Russian Land, awake! And Adam, rude image of the returned king, lowered the birch branch to their white pupils. And on them he laid his hands, as, groaning and moaning they seated themselves in the dust and with trembling hands pushed chunks of black bread into their mouths. Their faces were ashen and menacing, lit with the pale light of deadly clouds. Lightning blazed, their blinded faces blazed. Oh, if only they opened their eyes, oh, if only they saw the light! Adam, Adam, you stand illumined by lightnings. Now you lay the gentle branch upon their faces. Adam, Adam, say, see, see! And he restores their sight. But the blind men turning their ashen faces and opening their white eyes did not see. And the wind whispered "Thou art behind the hill." From the clouds a fiery veil began to shimmer and died out. A little birch murmured, beseeching, and fell asleep. The dusk dispersed at the horizon and a bloody stump of the sunset stuck up. And spotted with brilliant coals glowing red, the bast streamed out from the sunset like a striped cloak. On the waxen image of Adam the field grass wreaths sighed fearfully giving a soft whistle and the green dewy clusters sprinkled forth fiery tears on the blind faces of the blind. He knew what he was doing, he was restoring their sight. ("Adam")

Andrei Bely
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I Hear the sledges with the bells - Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells - From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells. II Hear the mellow wedding bells - Golden bells! What a world of happiness their harmony foretells! Through the balmy air of night How they ring out their delight! - From the molten - golden notes, And all in tune, What a liquid ditty floats To the turtle - dove that listens, while she gloats On the moon! Oh, from out the sounding cells, What a gush of euphony voluminously wells! How it swells! How it dwells On the Future! - how it tells Of the rapture that impels To the swinging and the ringing Of the bells, bells, bells - Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells - To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells! III Hear the loud alarum bells - Brazen bells! What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells! In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire, In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire, Leaping higher, higher, higher, With a desperate desire, And a resolute endeavor Now - now to sit, or never, By the side of the pale - faced moon. Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of Despair! How they clang, and clash and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear, it fully knows, By the twanging, And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows; Yet the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling, And the wrangling, How the danger sinks and swells, By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells - Of the bells - Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells - In the clamor and the clanging of the bells! IV Hear the tolling of the bells - Iron bells! What a world of solemn thought their monody compels! In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people - ah, the people - They that dwell up in the steeple, All alone, And who, tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone - They are neither man nor woman - They are neither brute nor human - They are Ghouls: - And their king it is who tolls: - And he rolls, rolls, rolls, Rolls A paean from the bells! And his merry bosom swells With the paean of the bells! And he dances, and he yells; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the paean of the bells: - Of the bells: Keeping time, time, time In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the throbbing of the bells - Of the bells, bells, bells: - To the sobbing of the bells: - Keeping time, time, time, As he knells, knells, knells, In a happy Runic rhyme, To the rolling of the bells - Of the bells, bells, bells - To the tolling of the bells - Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells, - To the moaning and the groaning of the bells.

Edgar Allan Poe
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