Quotes About Sob

I used to watch 'The Waltons' and sob because my family was nothing like that. We had a cruel sense of humor in my family.

Feminism has become a catch-all vegetable drawer where bunches of clingy sob sisters can store their moldy neuroses.

Several sets of arms would embrace me. But in the end, the only person I truly want to comfort me is Haymitch, because he loves Peeta, too. I reach out for him and say something like his name and he's there, holding me and patting my back. "It's okay. It'll be okay, sweetheart." He sits me on a length of broken marble pillar and keeps an arm around me while I sob.

Sob, heavy world Sob as you spin, Mantled in mist Remote from the happy.

So, there on the front step, he decided to go with total hysteria. He started breathing hard, pumping up some tears, got a good whimpering sob going, then opened the door with a dieseling back sniffle. He fell onto the welcome mat and let loose with a full fire-truck-siren wail.

So she would lie and sob out her grief upon his shoulder, while he gazed at her, as helpless as a wounded animal, the target of unseen enemies.

But the child's sob curses deeper in the silence than the strong man in his wrath!

For this moment, this one moment, we are together. I press you to me. Come, pain, feed on me. Bury your fangs in my flesh. Tear me asunder. I sob, I sob.

He heard the sob passing loudly down his father's throat and opened his eyes with a nervous impulse. The sunlight breaking suddenly on his sight turned the sky and clouds into a fantastic world of sombre masses with lakelike spaces of dark rosy light. His

He heard the sob passing loudly down his father's throat and opened his eyes with a nervous impulse. The sunlight breaking suddenly on his sight turned the sky and clouds into a fantastic world of sombre masses with lakelike spaces of dark rosy light.

She blew her nose like a British ambulance, and her sob story had more twists than a dragon parade in Chinatown.

She tried to soothe me, to tell me it didn't matter, that there was no reason to blame myself. But ashamed, and no longer able to control my anguish, I began to sob. There in her arms I cried myself to sleep, and I dreamed of the courtier and the pink-cheeked maiden. But in my dream it was the maiden who held the sword.

I'm so sorry," I continue. And it's like the last word is a hurdle and I can't leap it, because something in the word snags my voice and suddenly I am giving everything up. I am letting my shoulders fall and I am feeling myself become the absence, feeling myself become that gasp and sob.

joy that was half a sob she fell upon her knees and clasped the little burro's neck. Noddle wearily flapped his long brown ears, wearily nodded his white nose; then evidently considering the incident closed, he went lazily to sleep.

He waved before she could respond, turning and walking out the door where a guard waited. In her throat a sob married a scream and became nothing.

And I wonder how we could possibly have ended up in this place. Why I didn't see the warning signs far enough in advance to prevent this from happening. I try to hold back the sob swooping up from deep inside me like a tsunami from the ocean floor. But I can't, and I bend forward, crying for my failures as a mother

Its a bit mad. Too bad, I mean, that getting to know each just for a fleeting second Must be replaced by unperfect knowledge of the featureless whole Like some pocket history of the world, so general As to constitute a sob or wail

BUDGE (muffled) No,no,nono. NURSE BAKER I understand what you're trying to say. BUDGE A hideous scream. NURSE BAKER Exactly. BUDGE A cry of desperation. NURSE BAKER Perfect. BUDGE A strangled sob. A plea torn from my throat. What sound can I make to convince you I'm not the one you want? A disconsolate sigh? Maybe that's what you want to hear. The smallest human moan imaginable. A whisper in a corner of an unlit room, with curtains blowing in the wind. NURSE BAKER What could be more touching?

My Last Poem I would like my last poem thus That it be gentle saying the simplest and least intended things That it be ardent like a tearless sob That it have the beauty of almost scentless flowers The purity of the flame in which the most limpid diamonds are consumed The passion of suicides who kill themselves without explanation. - translation by Elizabeth Bishop

For this moment, this one moment, we are together. I press you to me. Come, pain, feed on me. Bury your fangs in my flesh. Tear me asunder. I sob, I sob.