Quotes About Crossed

Based on the taste of the wind, the target crossed here, thirteen minutes ago, dressed in flannel and eating a Snickers bar.

she wouldn't offer this girl any drugs. Linda's uptight too, but in a disheveled way. Her wires are crossed and split and her energy flow is a mess. Psychedelics would just loosen her death grip on normalcy, and seconds later she'd be screaming, naked, in the street.

Maria recalled the women who had crossed Devotion Field driven by love they couldn't renounce, even when it had ruined them. And then one night she knew the answer to her own question. This wasn't love. Maria Owens turned eighteen during her first winter in the second Essex County, the coldest winter in more than forty years.

The Boosh was cult, but then it crossed over a bit, which we needed it to, because we were working on it full time, and it needed to go mainstream so we could keep making material.

I don't know whether you know this, but there are people in the world with a very odd gift, one that looks like crossed wires. These people firmly believe that every number has a color, and every sound a shape...

Walking along the street with a firm, rapid step, at this point in his reverie he was startled by some one who had crossed without his notice, and who said to him in a rough, familiar voice:

Everything I have to say has already crossed your mind. Then possibly my answer has crossed yours.

Sitting there on the bus as it crossed the river and traipsed out through the dreary purlieus of Kennington, the giggling turned to laughter.

Her shadow crossed the dunes, smaller now. Ahead lay the south desert, limitless. Soon she turned slowly, with the sun swinging across the port wing-tip, and headed west as they had planned.

He had often watched her as she crossed the floor in her checkered apron, her face a dark mask behind which belligerence battled with humility. This was in her eyes which never for an instant lost their wariness and which were always ready, within a split second, to turn black and lightless with contempt.

Torquelike, fear encircled her throat with its dull constant pressure.... ...give the newborn child fresh from his own salt sea a look at the bigger ocean he had crossed. p 20

The bridge] looked more like a fishing pier that had got ideas above its station and crossed the river in a fit of exuberance.

nonsense? Yet as it collapsed, it did not take the calm or sense of mastery with it; they remained. They had built a boat, crossed a river, and

Perhaps he owed her an apology. But he did not want to apologize. For she represented all that had always most irritated him about the ladies who had crossed his path down the years. The entitlement. The assumption of superiority and power

Animals aren't deliberately cruel," she said softly. "I mean, they may do savage things sometimes but it's because of instinct, not because they want to hurt someone on purpose. You know?" I nodded. "So animals are safer than men—is that what you're saying?" "Pretty much." She crossed her arms over her chest

So many red lines have been crossed that people seem to think it is acceptable for politicians and the media to actually incite hatred and violence.

Neither knew it at the time, but a line had been crossed that could not be uncrossed- a running leap over a chasm of ignorance and misunderstanding between species and worlds...and a baby step taken into life's endless possibilities for wonder and joy and surprise that could no more be reversed than one's first taste of chocolate. A dog kiss.

You have to remember that although Gandhi and Churchill only met physically once, their paths crossed again and crossed again all over the globe, from London and South Africa and India and back to London. In fact, I discovered that during the Boer War in 1899 they literally passed yards from each other on the battlefield.

The Glory of God is lost if the boundary is crossed

And truths, these days, are spokenThe same way promises are made, With gritted teeth and crossed fingers.

I had no time for romance. I turned away from the window, from the wintry sun, crossed through the room, went to the stove and made and poured myself a cup of hot chocolate and then clicked on the radio

And if it had not been that we have crossed his path he would be yet, he may be yet if we fail, the father or furtherer of a new order of beings, whose road must lead through Death, not Life.

The shimmering, ever-shifting borderline, like all boundaries beckons and asks to be crossed.

Those who have crossed With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom Remember us — if at all — not as lost Violent souls, but only As the hollow men The stuffed men.