Quotes About Breathlessly

Ridiculous," he said breathlessly. "You ought to give up detecting and try fantasy writing.

She spoke slowly and breathlessly but she was smiling a happy smile. We stepped up and hugged her. She felt cold and frail and insubstantial. She felt like she weighed less than her aluminum walker.

The story concerns the reason why we love to fall in love. Beauty spins and the mind moves. To catch beauty would be to understand how the impertinent stability in vertigo is possible. But no, delight need not reach so far. To be running breathlessly, but not yet arrived, is itself delightful, a suspended moment of living hope.

That's what was on the video," Lee said, a little breathlessly. "Horns. Holy fucking shit. I thought it was a bad tape. But it wasn't something wrong with the tape. It was something wrong with you.

I need help, she said breathlessly. Can you zip me up? This has got to qualify me for sainthood, Silas muttered. A man can only take so much, for fuck's sake.

Now he was singed by pain. When he finally opened his eyes he saw, at the end of the narrow green path, dazzlingly bright light. There she is, he thought breathlessly, there she is. With a shout of joy and deliverance he plunged forward to meet the light.

They each closed their closet doors and scampered down the staircase. The guide was just about to close the heavy front door when they reached the downstairs hall and hurried breathlessly out the door. "Thought I'd lost you two," the guide said. "Are you coming down into the basement kitchen with us?" "No thank you," Michele said, "but we enjoyed our tour." It was surely an acting job to say that, she thought.

The likeness, my dear!" she exclaimed breathlessly. "Why you're the spitting image of this naughty 'Molly Mitchell'!

I'm pleased that you"re pleased." Lifting her hand, he began to peel off her glove. "I can do that," she said, breathlessly. "I'd rather, if you've no objections.

I have one promise I can make you, Kate." He reached for her hair, coiled some of it around his hand, and used it to pull her toward him. "What's that?" she whispered breathlessly. Not so cocky now. "You're going to enjoy this.

She is wonderful," Cheney said a little breathlessly. "But I can see that long rides on her would be tiring. She doesn't just walk along, does she?" "No," Shiloh said in a low tone, his eyes alight. "She dances." He was staring directly at Cheney, and she lowered her eyes and blushed.

We are living history," I told my mother breathlessly one night after the radio had been turned off and we sat in complete silence. "I could do with a little less history, thank you," she replied crisply and returned to mending some socks.