Quotes About Howls

time. Every night I'd wake up to her howls. Turtle, who slept at the

And still the grossest iridescence of oceanHowls hoo and rises and howls hoo and falls.

Hearing his howls of outrage, a pair of stormtroopers crossing at the far end of the access hallway changed course to investigate. What they saw within the cell as bits and pieces of red-hot debris came flying out caused them to retreat the way they had come—fast.

Every time Mr. Trump provokes howls from the establishment, his base cheers and gets re-energized.

There are spiders living comfortably in my house while the wind howls outside. They aren't bothering anybody. If I were a fly, I'd have second thoughts, but I'm not, so I don't.

A series of howls and war cries echoed through the camp....The werewolves and Japanese had attacked."-pg.353 Forbidden Nights with a Vampire Kerrelyn Sparks

minnow was greeted by derisive howls. And indeed I have found it true that parlous situations bring the greatest merriment and peace of mind to those whose courage has not been wholly shattered

A series of howls and war cries echoed through the camp....The werewolves and Japanese had attacked. -pg.353 Forbidden Nights with a Vampire Kerrelyn Sparks

A motorcyclist rode down the empty street, arms and legs rounded in an O, and came back up with the sound of thunder; his face displayed seriousness of a child who attributes the utmost importance to his howls

Every new sect aggravates the situation. Especially the Americans, grossly and crapulously ignorant as they are of the rudiments of any human language, seize like mongrel curs upon the putrid bones of their decaying monkey-jabber, and gnaw and tear them with fierce growls and howls.

And one beheld not the same form of countenance, but he uttered in turn the bellowings of calves and howls of dogs, which imitations [of wild beasts] they say the Furies utter. But we flinching, as though about to die, sat mute; and he drawing a sword with his hand, rushing among the calves, lion-like, strikes them on the flank with the steel, driving it into their sides, fancying that he was thus avenging himself on the Fury Goddesses, till that a gory foam was dashed up from the sea.

THE WIND IN THE DARKNESS HOWLS The wind in the darkness howls, Its sound reaching ever farther. The substance of my thought Is that it cannot cease. It seems the soul has a darkness In which blows ever harder A madness that derives From wanting to understand. The wind in the darkness rages, Unable to free itself. I'm a prisoner to my thought As the wind is a prisoner to air.

The natural inheritance of everyone who is capable of spiritual life is an unsubdued forest where the wolf howls and the obscene bird of night chatters.

These are the stories the Dogs tell, when the fires burn high and the wind is from the north.

Flora had also learned the degraded art of 'tasting' unread books, and now, whenever her skimming eye lit on a phrase about heavy shapes, or sweat, or howls or bedposts, she just put the book back on the shelf, unread.

And now, my poor old woman, why are you crying so bitterly? It is autumn. The leaves are falling from the trees like burning tears – the wind howls. Why must you mimic them?

Mould's almost wordless vocals were a direct descendant of John Lennon's primal scream approach, only ten times as horrific; cathartic, ultimately life-affirming, his bloodcurdling howls were as direct, honest, and arresting as an infant's wail. Starting

Mould's almost wordless vocals were a direct descendant of John Lennon's primal scream approach, only ten times as horrific; cathartic, ultimately life-affirming, his bloodcurdling howls were as direct, honest, and arresting as an infant's wail.

My sleep that night was restless and unquiet, haunted by the ungodly howls of the horrible creature. Its yellow eyes lingered in my mind's eye as I awoke the next morning

That high pitch scream emitted by Rose made me wince! Her ear bursting howls would stun me into silence as much as it silenced the eldest child in their home, eight-year-old Anna-Marie.

I see a city in the desert lies The vanity of an ancient king But the city lies in broken pieces While the wind howls and the vultures sing

THE ULULATING HOWLS of the Iron Dogs floated behind us, constant now, like an eerie, bone-chilling din.

Years later, in America, I was told that Navajo Indians believed coyotes ushered in the Big Bang of the world with their song, stood on the rim of nothingness, before time, shoved their pointed muzzles in the air, and howled the world into existence at their feet. The Indians called them longdogs. The universe was etched with their howls, sound merging into sound, the beginning of all other songs.

What living and buried speech is vibrating here... what howls restrained by decorum...