Quotes About Creak

The great wall of vegetation, an exuberant and entangled mass of trunks, branches, leaves, boughs, festoons, motionless in the moonlight, was like a rioting invasion of soundless life, a rolling wave of plants, piled up, crested, ready to topple over the creek, to sweep every little man of us out of his little existence. And it moved not. A deadened burst of mighty splashes and snorts reached us from afar, as though an ichthyosaurus had been taking a bath of glitter in the great river.

I'd like to lose enough weight so that my bones creaked louder than the floor

These days grief seems like walking on a frozen river; most of the time he feels safe enough, but there is always that danger that he will plunge through. Now he hears the ice creak beneath him, and so intense and panicking is the sensation that he has to stand for a moment, press his hands to his face and catch his breath.

In the haunted house of life, art is the only stair that doesn't creak.

I could hear the hiss of various gases escaping the engine and the tires still spinning outside, above, and there was the creak of metal settling as the car stopped rocking, a pathetic turtle on its back.

but it was almost repellent to distrust this courtly old man. Like kicking one of those white-whiskered, stately dogs that spend their days sunning themselves, but still feel obliged to creak to their feet to greet a newcomer.

Never did tree or grass wave or rustle so ominously. Never did bough creak so mysteriously, and never did the far-away howling

In the haunted house of life, art is the only stair that doesn't creak.

The sign was done in blue lights and it kind of hung like a ghost there in the dripping trees. It swung and you could hear it creak. Just the sign, and nothing else.

Wo es hinkam, wuchs aus der Nacht ein kleinstes Geräusch. Knirschte hell eine Diele, löste sich ein Nagel, bog sich ein altes Möbel. Knarrte es in den verquollenen Läden oder klirrte seltsam zwischen den Gläsern – Alles schlief in dem grossen Hause am Rhein. Aber irgend etwas schlurfte langsam herum –

In the haunted house of life, art is the only stair that doesn't creak.

Poetry is like an unexpected noise in the night: the creak of a door, a footstep on the porch, the soft scuffle of a moth against the screen, which rouses every sense to an instant alert. So comes poetry to the drowsy mind, which startles a moment, wonders, and returns to sleep.

The big steel wheels creaked a couple times, then started moving.

I remember you,' says the door. 'My prince's lady.' 'You're mistaken,' I say. 'Seldom.' The door swings open with a slight creak that indicates disuse. 'Hail and welcome.

Lily Donaldson tiptoed to the front door and winced when it opened with a creak.

Grief took a terrible toll. It was paid at every birthday, every holiday, each Christmas. It was paid when glimpsing the familiar handwriting, or a hat, or a balled-up sock. Or hearing a creak that could have been, should have been, a footstep. Grief took its toll each morning, each evening, every noon hour as those who were left behind struggled forward.

The next morning, just before dawn, Tobias went out to the shed to awaken the Indians to eat coon stew Emma had prepared for them. There was no one there. FOUR The wheels creaked loudly as the wagon moved slowly along the old Indian trail that was just wide enough for it to pass. Both sides of the trail were bordered thickly with scrub pine and hickory