Trod 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
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against-her-ankles-as-she-trod-the-lucky-buttercups-did-nod
i-long-to-set-foot-where-no-man-has-trod-before-charles-darwin
i-once-knew-guy-that-everyone-called-trodon-because-his-face-looked-like-it-had-been-trod-on
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your-lost-friends-are-not-dead-but-gone-before-advanced-a-stage-or-two-upon-that-road-which-you-must-travel-in-the-steps-they-trod
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you-may-write-me-down-in-history-with-your-bitter-twisted-lies-you-may-trod-me-in-dirt-but-still-like-dust-ill-rise-maya-angelou
i-am-superstitious-i-trod-on-wet-towel-before-winning-junior-world-championships-now-i-have-to-do-that-every-time
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i-have-trod-measure-i-have-flattered-lady-i-havebeen-politic-with-my-friend-smooth-with-mine-enemy-william-shakespeare
shall-we-gather-at-riverwhere-bright-angel-feet-have-trodwith-its-crystal-tide-for-everflowing-by-throne-god-robert-lowry
ay-call-it-holy-ground-the-soil-where-first-they-trod-they-have-left-unstained-what-there-they-found-freedom-to-worship-god-felicia-hemans
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and-burnsthough-brief-race-he-ranthough-rough-dark-paths-he-trodliveddiedin-form-soul-manthe-image-his-god-fitzgreene-halleck
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yet-still-there-whispers-small-voice-within-heard-through-gains-silence-oer-glorys-din-whatever-creed-be-taught-land-be-trod-mans-conscience-is-lord-byron
the-feet-humblest-may-walk-in-field-where-feet-holiest-trod-this-then-is-marvel-to-mortals-revealed-phillips-brooks
did-you-know-that-your-baby-boy-has-walked-where-angels-trod-when-you-kiss-your-little-baby-you-kissed-face-god-clay-aiken
when-i-was-two-dragonfly-flew-near-me-a-man-knocked-it-to-ground-trod-on-it-i-remember-crying-because-id-caused-dragonfly-to-be-killed
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err-sorry-father-abbot-i-tripped-ysee-trod-on-my-abbot-father-habit-oh-dear-i-mean-brian-jacques
life-was-sorrowful-throb-this-matter-teaching-it-anguish-teaching-it-hope-desire-trod-out-too-soon-in-mire-life-frail-joy-that-regrets-its-sri-aurobindo
And that date, too, is far off?' 'Far off; when it comes, think your end in this world is at hand!' 'How and what is the end? Look east, west, south and north.' 'In the north, where you never yet trod, towards the point whence your instincts have warned you, there a spectre will seize you. 'Tis Death! I see a ship - it is haunted - 'tis chased - it sails on. Baffled navies sail after that ship. It enters the regions of ice. It passes a sky red with meteors. Two moons stand on high, over ice-reefs. I see the ship locked between white defiles - they are ice-rocks. I see the dead strew the decks - stark and livid, green mold on their limbs. All are dead, but one man - it is you! But years, though so slowly they come, have then scathed you. There is the coming of age on your brow, and the will is relaxed in the cells of the brain. Still that will, though enfeebled, exceeds all that man knew before you, through the will you live on, gnawed with famine; and nature no longer obeys you in that death-spreading region; the sky is a sky of iron, and the air has iron clamps, and the ice-rocks wedge in the ship. Hark how it cracks and groans. Ice will imbed it as amber imbeds a straw. And a man has gone forth, living yet, from the ship and its dead; and he has clambered up the spikes of an iceberg, and the two moons gaze down on his form. That man is yourself; and terror is on you - terror; and terror has swallowed your will. And I see swarming up the steep ice-rock, grey grisly things. The bears of the north have scented their quarry - they come near you and nearer, shambling and rolling their bulk, and in that day every moment shall seem to you longer than the centuries through which you have passed. And heed this - after life, moments continued make the bliss or the hell of eternity.' 'Hush, ' said the whisper; 'but the day, you assure me, is far off - very far! I go back to the almond and rose of Damascus! - sleep!' ("The House And The Brain

Edward Bulwer-Lytton
and-that-date-too-is-far-off-far-off-when-it-comes-think-your-end-in-this-world-is-at-hand-how-what-is-end-look-east-west-south-north-in-north-where-you-never-yet-trod-towards-po
First I need to do something.' He pulled me closer towards him until our lips were almost touching. 'What might that be?' I managed to stutter, closing my eyes, anticipating the warmth of his lips against mine. But the kiss didn't come. I opened my eyes. Alex had jumped to his feet. 'Swim, ' he said, grinning at me. 'Come on.' 'Swim?' I pouted, unable to hide my disappointment that he wanted to swim rather than make out with me. Alex pulled his T-shirt off in one swift move. My eyes fell straightaway to his chest - which was tanned, smooth and ripped with muscle, and which, when you studied it as I had done, in detail, you discovered wasn't a six-pack but actually a twelve-pack. My eyes flitted to the shadowed hollows where his hips disappeared into his shorts, causing a flutter in parts of my body that up until three weeks ago had been flutter-dormant. Alex's hands dropped to his shorts and he started undoing his belt. I reassessed the swimming option. I could definitely do swimming. He shrugged off his shorts, but before I could catch an eyeful of anything, he was off, jogging towards the water. I paused for a nanosecond, weighing up my embarrassment at stripping naked over my desire to follow him. With a deep breath, I tore off my dress then kicked off my underwear and started running towards the sea, praying Nate wasn't doing a fly-by. The water was warm and flat as a bath. I could see Alex in the distance, his skin gleaming in the now inky moonlight. When I got close to him, his hand snaked under the water, wrapped round my waist and pulled me towards him. I didn't resist because I'd forgotten in that instant how to swim. And then he kissed me and I prayed silently and fervently that he took my shudder to be the effect of the water. I tried sticking myself onto him like a barnacle, but eventually Alex managed to pull himself free, holding my wrists in his hand so I couldn't reattach. His resolve was as solid as a nuclear bunker's walls. Alex had said there were always chinks. But I couldn't seem to find the one in his armour. He swam two long strokes away from me. I trod water and stayed where I was, feeling confused, glad that the night was dark enough to hide my expression. 'I'm just trying to protect your honour, ' he said, guessing it anyway. I groaned and rolled my eyes. When was he going to understand that I was happy for him to protect every other part of me, just not my honour?

Sarah Alderson
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The defenders retreated, but in good order. A musket flamed and a ball shattered a marine's collar bone, spinning him around. The soldiers screamed terrible battle-cries as they began their grim job of clearing the defenders off the parapet with quick professional close-quarter work. Gamble trod on a fallen ramrod and his boots crunched on burnt wadding. The French reached steps and began descending into the bastion. 'Bayonets!' Powell bellowed. 'I want bayonets!' 'Charge the bastards!' Gamble screamed, blinking another man's blood from his eyes. There was no drum to beat the order, but the marines and seamen surged forward. 'Tirez!' The French had been waiting, and their muskets jerked a handful of attackers backwards. Their officer, dressed in a patched brown coat, was horrified to see the savage looking men advance unperturbed by the musketry. His men were mostly conscripts and they had fired too high. Now they had only steel bayonets with which to defend themselves. 'Get in close, boys!' Powell ordered. 'A Shawnee Indian named Blue Jacket once told me that a naked woman stirs a man's blood, but a naked blade stirs his soul. So go in with the steel. Lunge! Recover! Stance!' 'Charge!' Gamble turned the order into a long, guttural yell of defiance. Those redcoats and seamen, with loaded weapons discharged them at the press of the defenders, and a man in the front rank went down with a dark hole in his forehead. Gamble saw the officer aim a pistol at him. A wounded Frenchman, half-crawling, tried to stab with his sabre-briquet, but Gamble kicked him in the head. He dashed forward, sword held low. The officer pulled the trigger, the weapon tugged the man's arm to his right, and the ball buzzed past Gamble's mangled ear as he jumped down into the gap made by the marines charge. A French corporal wearing a straw hat drove his bayonet at Gamble's belly, but he dodged to one side and rammed his bar-hilt into the man's dark eyes. 'Lunge! Recover! Stance!

David Cook
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