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Quotes About Folded

Exactly." Logan folded his hands again. "I wish I could be more helpful. I would like to discuss this with you again, Dr. Court." "In the meantime, we have a pattern." Ben crushed out his cigarette as he rose. "We
~ Nora Roberts
folded laundry from the sofa so Jack and
~ Cheryl Bolen
Tokyo was an origami city folded over and over until something was made of virtually nothing.
~ Christopher Barzak
The count, who overheard this, laughed as he stood with folded arms under the porte-cochere, a little behind the other travellers. However nonsensical these lads might be, the grave statesman envied their very follies; he liked their bragging and enjoyed the fun of their lively chatter.
~ Honore de Balzac
Vietnam and Iraq are part of the same national trauma and delusion; we folded the war up when Reagan became president and unpacked it with Bush.
~ David Means
As he passed me, he leaned to Curran and handed him a paper fan folded from some sort of flyer. Curran looked at the fan. "What?" "An emergency precaution, Your Majesty. In case the lady faints." Curran just stared at him. Raphael strode toward the Pit, turned, flexed a bit, and winked at me. "Give me that," I told Curran. "I need to fan myself." "No, you don't.
~ Ilona Andrews
They sound delicious!" said Andrea Young, a girl with curly brown hair. She was sitting up real straight in the front of the class with her hands folded like they were attached to each other.
~ Dan Gutman
His [Morel's] nature was really like a sheet of paper that has been folded so often in every direction that it is impossible to straighten it out.
~ Marcel Proust
With all due respect." Sam folded his arms over his chest. "If all you wanted was an extra diver, you probably should not have hired an archaeologist. We're devils when it comes to details, and not likely to opt for speed when accuracy is at stake.
~ Unknown
I had one elegantly folded cookie—a short paper nerve baked in an ear.
~ Lorrie Moore
Your personal history of pain, by the time you reached the age of forty, was supposedto have been folded thoroughly into the batter of the self, so that you barely needed to acknowledge it anymore.
~ Meg Wolitzer