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Quotes About Sullen

Usually the modest person passes for someone reserved, the silent for a sullen person.
~ Horace
I shook my head once and caught her glance, the wise and sullen look of a not quite adolescent girl who knew too much.
~ Dorothy Allison
Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen.
~ Willa Cather
She had grown stingy with words, whole days spent in sullen silence, as if her supply of words was being exhausted and she must parcel them out one by one.
~ William Gay
I was brooding, boy. Than which there is no richer pastime. It muffles one with rotting plumes. It gives forth sullen music. It is the smell of home.
~ Mervyn Peake
You know what makes me the maddest?" Mark seemed confused and somewhat sullen. He took out his pipe and began to pack it from a leather pouch. "That I have to act like a criminal.
~ James Webb
The hollows around her eyes were darkly glamorous, her mouth sullen: she had the beauty of an insomniac.
~ Jardine Libaire
We cannot pass our guardian angel's bounds, resigned or sullen, he will hear our sighs.
~ Saint Augustine
No longer mourn for me when I am deadThan you shall hear the surly sullen bellGive warning to the world that I am fledFrom this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell.
~ William Shakespeare
She looks like an advertisement for vitamins that make you sullen.
~ Jean Ferris
His face went sullen and his breathing grew loud. He had more of the Hamm's. He had more of the Hamm's again. My neck was hurting so bad I thought it would go into spasm.
~ Robert Crais
The trees are as sullen as ever, looking like hunched-over priests with long beards of moss, or as Grace says, less respectfully, "Like a line of used-up old drug addicts.
~ Jeff Vandermeer
There was a lot of Sullen Malarkey on John's part.
~ Jennifer Echols
Whare sits our sulky, sullen dame,Gathering her brows like gathering storm,Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.
~ Robert Burns
Where sits our sulky, sullen dame, Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.
~ Robert Burns
Cromwell had the power, but to what end? Each time he tried to restore Parliament, it antagonised him, and he dissolved it. The army was divided, the country sullen. He lived in a trap of his own making.
~ Robert Harris
And by his smile, I knew that sullen hall, By his dead smile I knew we stood in Hell.
~ Wilfred Owen
I would not openly categorize myself as a sullen teenager, but that kind of role comes more easier to me than a bright, perky thing.
~ Morgan Saylor
Who did you pass on the road? the King went on, holding out his hand to the Messenger for some more hay. Nobody, said the Messenger. Quite right, said the King; this young lady saw him too. So of course Nobody walks slower than you. I do my best, the Messenger said in a sullen tone. I'm sure nobody walks much faster than I do! He can't do that, said the King, or else he'd have been here first.
~ Lewis Carroll
Now that she had no strength, now that life stretched around her a dreary procession of sullen, useless days, she realized the beauty inherent in life itself, the miracle of health and sane nerves, of the ability to make a living, of being helpful to others.
~ Jessie Redmon Fauset
I see it as a night scene by El Greco: a hundred houses, at once conventional and grotesque, crouching under a sullen, overhanging sky and a lustreless moon. In the foreground four solemn men in dress suits are walking along the sidewalk with a stretcher on which lies a drunken woman in a white evening dress. Her hand, which dangles over the side, sparkles cold with jewels. Gravely the men turn in at a house—the wrong house. But no one knows the woman's name, and no one cares.
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald
I was never sullen. I was a terrible punk - I was still so chatty.
~ Melissa McCarthy
Others who habitually do their duty and find a sullen satisfaction in making themselves and everybody else unhappy, might have withstood it.
~ Robert W. Chambers
Mournfully and low the man of God began his eulogy of the dead, and his doleful voice, mingled with the sobbing that it was its purpose to stimulate and sustain, rose and fell, seemed to come and go, like the sound of a sullen sea.
~ Ambrose Bierce