Shrill Quotes

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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
where-man-is-forceful-woman-is-shrill
i-detest-heavy-perfume-shrill-voices
doing-your-job-requires-different-modes-you-cant-just-be-stuck-in-one-mode-where-youre-always-shrill-outsider-screaming-at-everybody
there-is-laughter-shrill-calls-everyone-is-flirting-saying-in-nudges-jokes-blushing-what-they-would-do-in-private-jesmyn-ward
her-voice-was-now-shrill-only-bats-would-be-able-to-hear-it-soon-but-she-had-reached-level-indignation-that-rendered-her-temporarily-speechless-j-k-rowling
our-world-faces-a-true-planetary-emergency-i-know-the-phrase-sounds-shrill-and-i-know-its-a-challenge-to-the-moral-imagination
none-but-lark-shrill-clearnow-at-heavens-gate-she-claps-her-wingsthe-morn-not-waking-till-she-sings-john-lyly
i-noticed-that-when-i-touched-ball-on-field-you-could-hear-this-shrill-noise-in-crowd-with-all-birds-screaming-like-at-beatles-concert
the-mask-means-to-me-freshness-color-sumptuous-decoration-wild-unexpected-gestures-shrill-expressions-exquisite-turbulence-james-ensor
i-will-be-me-when-world-aberrantly-will-feel-my-gravity-i-will-turn-into-my-when-their-shrill-cry-will-stop-asking-why-poembecause-you-wanna-meet-me-book-ginger-honey-jasleen-kau
hark-to-that-shrill-sudden-shoutthe-cry-applauding-multitudeswayed-by-some-loudvoiced-orator-who-wieldsthe-living-mass-as-if-he-were-its-soul-william-c-bryant
im-in-my-junior-year-but-i-cant-take-it-anymore-the-beige-walls-scent-linoleum-used-lockers-shrill-bell-between-classes-high-school-is-sucking-life-out-me-diana-abujaber
there-was-something-strangely-compelling-about-japanese-guy-with-lambchop-sideburns-voice-shrill-you-could-be-forgiven-for-thinking-his-testicles-were-wired-to-national-grid-jami
gerald-chorister-enough-twisted-overkill-hellfire-damnation-voices-shrill-i-was-rumbled-defrocked-tumbled-from-grace-favour-caught-hand-in-till-ian-anderson
im-not-certain-what-i-notice-first-bright-flickering-light-that-illuminates-darkness-underneath-my-eyelids-shrill-screams-that-pull-me-form-dredges-sleep-either-way-im-awake-and-
i-tried-to-say-something-cool-wound-up-stammering-something-like-wanna-you-wanna-weenie-me-the-end-kind-trailed-off-in-shrill-choking-warble-david-wong
in-world-middle-east-at-moment-debates-are-shrill-but-wisest-voice-all-them-may-well-be-voice-this-mute-thing-cyrus-cylinder-neil-macgregor
when-more-chinese-started-coming-after-gold-rush-employed-on-large-projects-like-pacific-railroad-anti-chinese-sentiment-became-shrill
in-dead-night-when-all-were-fast-asleep-this-pretty-little-baby-oh-it-begin-to-weep-he-says-what-little-dicky-bird-is-crying-out-shrill-in-lloyd
i-prefer-to-listen-to-lot-male-singers-rather-than-females-sometimes-i-find-it-bit-too-shrill-i-even-find-my-own-voice-bit-too-high
we-have-no-faith-in-ourselves-i-have-never-met-woman-who-deep-down-in-her-core-really-believes-she-has-great-legs-and-if-she-suspects-that-she-might-have-great-legs-then-shes-con
great-understanding-is-broad-unhurried-little-understanding-is-cramped-busy-great-words-are-clear-limpid-little-words-are-shrill-quarrelsome-chuang-chou
let-our-voices-be-heard-i-hope-they-will-not-be-shrill-voices-but-i-hope-we-shall-speak-with-such-conviction-that-those-to-whom-we-speak-shall-know-strength-our-feeling-sincerity
the-ideal-quiet-genteel-retirement-in-1835-was-found-in-washington-square-where-doctor-built-himself-handsome-modern-widefronted-house-with-big-balcony-before-drawingroom-windows
here-sighs-cries-shrieks-lamentation-echoed-throughout-starless-air-hell-at-first-these-sounds-resounding-made-me-weep-tongues-confused-language-strained-in-anguish-with-cadences
The wise man does not expose himself needlessly to danger, since there are few things for which he cares sufficiently; but he is willing, in great crises, to give even his life-knowing that under certain conditions it is not worth while to live. He is of a disposition to do men service, though he is ashamed to have a service done to him. To confer a kindness is a mark of superiority; to receive one is a mark of subordination... He does not take part in public displays... He is open in his dislikes and preferences; he talks and acts frankly, because of his contempt for men and things... He is never fired with admiration, since there is nothing great in his eyes. He cannot live in complaisance with others, except it be a friend; complaisance is the characteristic of a slave... He never feels malice, and always forgets and passes over injuries... He is not fond of talking... It is no concern of his that he should be praised, or that others should be blamed. He does not speak evil of others, even of his enemies, unless it be to themselves. His carriage is sedate, his voice deep, his speech measured; he is not given to hurry, for he is concerned about only a few things; he is not prone to vehemence, for he thinks nothing very important. A shrill voice and hasty steps come to a man through care... He bears the accidents of life with dignity and grace, making the best of his circumstances, like a skillful general who marshals his limited forces with the strategy of war... He is his own best friend, and takes delight in privacy whereas the man of no virtue or ability is his own worst enemy, and is afraid of solitude.

Aristotle
the-wise-man-does-not-expose-himself-needlessly-to-danger-since-there-are-few-things-for-which-he-cares-sufficiently-but-he-is-willing-in-great-crises-to-give-even-his-lifeknowin
aisling-tumbled-out-his-gold-eyes-going-wild-about-room-to-take-in-all-them-his-beak-clicked-as-he-worked-it-in-silence-then-as-breaking-ice-may-bring-cascade-water-from-winters-
a kid, maybe eight years old, ran up and poked her in the ribs with a plastic laser weapon, making electric zinging noises as he repeatedly pulled the trigger. 'You're dead, ' he said victoriously. His mother came hurrying up, looking harassed and helpless. 'Damian, stop that!' She gave him a smile that was little more than a grimace. 'Don't bother the nice people.' 'Shut up, ' he said rudely. 'Can't you see they're Terrons from Vaniot.' The kid poked her in the ribs again. 'Ouch!' He made those zinging noises again, taking great pleasure in her discomfort. She plastered a big smile on her face and leaned down closer to precious Damian, then cooed in her most alienlike voice, 'Oh, look, a little earthling.' She straightened and gave Sam a commanding look. 'Kill it.' Damian's mouth fell open. His eyes went as round as quarters as he took in the big pistol on Sam's belt. From his open mouth began to issue a series of shrill noises that sounded like a fire alarm. Sam cursed under his breath, grabbed Jaine by the arm, and began tugging her at a half-trot toward the front of the store. She managed to snag her purse from the buggy as she went past. 'Hey, my groceries!' she protested. 'You can spend another three minutes in here tomorrow and get them, ' he said with pent-up violence. 'Right now I'm trying to keep you from getting arrested.' 'For what?' she asked indignantly as he dragged her out of the automatic doors. People were turning to look at them, but most were following the sounds of Damian's shrieks to aisle seven. 'How about threatening to kill that brat and causing a riot?' 'I didn't threaten to loll him! I just ordered you to.

Linda Howard
kid-maybe-eight-years-old-ran-up-poked-her-in-ribs-with-plastic-laser-weapon-making-electric-zinging-noises-as-he-repeatedly-pulled-trigger-youre-dead-he-said-victoriously-his-mo
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