Quotes About Shriek

She was beginning to shriek now, sitting there like a wax doll melting in its own heat.

The left strap was torn from the pleated bodice but did not appear to be otherwise damaged, it should be easy to mend. More difficult would be the long jagged tear in the skirt, upward from the hem on a bias. She could hear still the shriek of the delicate fabric as if her very nerves had been ripped out of her flesh.

I shriek when I am climbing at my absolute limit, but never shriek in the warm-up or when trying the moves. No matter how terrible it might sound, it helps me.

Man screams from the depths of his soul; the whole era becomes a single, piercing shriek. Art also screams, into the deep darkness, screams for help, screams for the spirit. This is Expressionism.

Now air is hush'd, save where the weak-ey'd bat,With short shrill shriek flits by on leathern wing,Or where the beetle windsHis small but sullen horn.

As he passed through the winding corridors and the subterranean apartments, Tarzan saw nothing of the hyenas. They will return, he said to himself. In the crater between the towering walls Bukawai, cold with terror, trembled, trembled as with ague. They will return! he cried, his voice rising to a fright-filled shriek. And they did.

The squeak of oarlocks comes over the lake water A woman's shriek assaults the ear While above, in the sky, inured to everything, The moon looks on with a mindless leer ("The Unknown Lady")

A peacock was calling from the copse nearby—that unearthly shriek that sounds like a soprano being killed with a saw.

Like the brief doomed flare of exploding suns that registers dimly on blind men's eyes, the beginning of the horror passed almost unnoticed; in the shriek of what followed, in fact, was forgotten and perhaps not connected to the horror at all.

It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman,Which gives the stern'st good-night.

Annihilation!" she shrieked at me, flailing in confusion. "Annihilation! Annihilation!" The word seemed more meaningless the more she repeated it, like the cry of a bird with a broken wing.

She cleared her throat. "They discovered, to their eeeeever-last-ing horr-or"—here Mrs. Henscher's voice rose to such a shriek that Norman imagined fine crystal shattering halfway across the county—"an eeeeevil witch among them!" Now she began to wave her arms

I'VE never seen such a look of mortal agony on a human face before. She screamed quite a bit before she died, and the last shriek was forever frozen on her face.

At her shriek Conan shot erect, teeth gleaming, sword lifted. "The statues! The statues! – oh my God, the statues are coming to life!

Duchess's knee, while plates and dishes crashed around it--once more the shriek of the Gryphon, the squeaking of the Lizard's slate-pencil, and the choking of the suppressed guinea-pigs, filled the air, mixed up with the

Adina gave a little shriek. That fish just swam past my leg! Creepy! Where did it go? To your right! Two o'clock! Get it! You are officially the most bloodthirsty vegetarian ever.

At night the grackle Love will start To shriek and shrill, Nor will he once be still Till he has wide awake the backward heart. So selfish Love, Go hush; Feathers and claws take off Or seek some bush.

What about hanging ourselves? Hmm. It'd give us an erection. An erection! With all that follows. Where it falls mandrakes grow. That's why they shriek when you pull them up. Did you not know that? Let's hang ourselves immediately!

It's not your imagination. I hear it, too." Another shriek made Matt pause. "I'll talk to you later." He put the phone down and walked to the door. The only other tenant on this side of the L-shaped building was a single woman he had yet to meet. He opened the door, but there was no one there. Actually, there

Boredom is the conviction that you can't change ... the shriek of unused capacities.

Children are the most wonderful audiences. What's struck me most is that that they watch it so silently, until the end when they shriek and shout and clap.

Above them, the eagle folded its wings and started to drop toward the ground. "Birchkit!" Ferncloud's shriek tore through the air.

Brrrrraaaaakkkkkkkeeeee!

Vamps who are dying, or think they are, give a piercing, eardrum-bursting shriek, like the love child of a screech owl and a mountain lion on crystal meth, amplified like a seventies rock band.