Quotes About Sigh

So great was the extremity of his pain and anguish, that he did not only sigh but roar.

Nothing can so pierce the soul as the uttermost sigh of the body.

Cada suspiro es como un sorbo de vida del que uno se deshace.

Every song is the remains of love. Every light the remains of time. A knot of time. And every sigh the remains of a cry. - Every Song

For a tear is an intellectual thing, And a sigh is the sword of an Angel King, And the bitter groan of the martyr's woe Is an arrow from the Almighty's bow.

Kat sighed, rose, and nodded to the bartender, a guy named Pete who looked like a character actor who always played the Irish bartender—which is what, in fact, he was. Pete nodded back, indicating that he'd put the drinks on Kat's tab. "Who

Dill? Mm? Why do you reckon Boo Radleys never run off? Dill sighed a long sigh and turned away from me. Maybe he doesn't have anywhere to run off to

My wings grow, slightly longer than the length of my back. The gossamer width of them pushes free. They unfurl with a soft whisper on the air—a sigh. As if they, too, seek relief. Freedom.

What is a poet? An unhappy man who hides deep anguish in his heart, but whose lips are so formed that when the sigh and cry pass through them, it sounds like lovely music.... And people flock around the poet and say: 'Sing again soon' - that is, 'May new sufferings torment your soul but your lips be fashioned as before, for the cry would only frighten us, but the music, that is blissful.

Here are lips of flame eager to be extinguished by love's liquid sigh.

He let out a long sorry sigh and I love that look on his face, that disappointment. I understand now why girls resist,just for that sweet look of regret.

His arm came tentatively across her side to hug her breasts and she sighed so long and deeply and with such intense relief that when the sigh in fact ended she was still tucked under the lovely arching bridge of his arm and it was morning.

He gave a melancholy sigh and stood looking at her a moment, with his hands behind him, giving short nervous shakes to his hunting-crop. "Do you know I'm very much afraid of it – of that remarkable mind of yours?

So then she had to take it, though still with her defeated protest. It isn't so much your BEING 'right'--it's your horrible sharp eye for what makes you so. Oh but you're just as bad yourself. You can't resist me when I point that out. She sighed it at last all comically, all tragically, away. I can't indeed resist you. Then there we are! said Strether.

The island's cliffs do not grasp the cloud's shadow The amberdrop cannot hold the wind's sigh Like the cloud, like the wind Your breath takes the moment in Your breath sends it away again

So, the MacGregors. Yeah. Jane nodded with a long sigh. The MacGregors. I don't get what the big deal is with them, Charlotte said. If you saw under their kilts, you would get what the big deal--- Annabelle tried to break in.

Sophie could feel Syrena's sigh; the mermaid's body beneath her sagged with it. "Can't even be mad at you," the mermaid said, her voice little more than a mumble. "You too stupid to even be mad at. You live in world without poetry, without poets. You think poet's job to tell your mother happy birthday. You are such a fool you don't even know you are a fool. How can I be mad at such fool? Poet's job to create the world.

Rincewind let his breath out in a long sigh. It hurried off to hide somewhere.

from I Knew a Woman I knew a woman, lovely in her bones, When small birds sighed, she would sigh back at them; Ah, when she moved, she moved more ways than one: The shapes a bright container can contain!

Who sighs from far away?

To you the offering of this thought, The greeting of my poetry, To you this work of solitude, O slaves of din and vanity. In silence did my sad sigh name You Cecily's unmet by me, All of you Psyches without wings, Mute sisters of my soul! God grant you, unknown family, One sacred dream mid sinful lies, In the prison of this narrow life Just one brief burst of that other life.

Her sigh was like her soul flowing out.

And feeling clever, I've always thought, is just a sigh away from being cheerful.

Precipitous creature,' Kruppe muttered, reaching for the mug of wine the man had left behind. 'Ah, look at this,' he said, frowning up at Crokus, 'nigh two-thirds full. A potential waste!' Kruppe drank it down in one swift gulp, then sighed. 'Said potential averted, Dessembrae be praised.