Quotes About Deathly

In his great act of humility and washing, he broke with all the models of humanity that are visible in our own time and place: the rat race of productivity, the fear for survival, the frenzy of accumulation, and the deathly sense of self-sufficiency.

But nothing sent chills up and down Thomas's spine like the haunted, deathly moans that somehow escaped the creature when it sat still, like the sound of dying men on a battlefield.

I am deathly allergic to cats. I mean, I love all animals, but they're not my animal of choice.

Our quaint metaphysical opinions, in an hour of anguish, are like playthings by the bedside of a child deathly sick.

I felt a strange pang of jealousy. Walt and Anubis seemed to have spent more time talking with each other than with me. Walt was suddenly an expert on all things deathly. Meanwhile, I couldn't even be near Anubis without invoking the wrath of his chaperone—Shu, the god of hot air. It wasn't bloody fair!

Charlie stood at the open door of the Elevator and stared into the swirling vapors. This, he thought, is what hell must be like. Hell without heat. There was something unholy about it all, something unbelievably diabolical. It was all so deathly quiet, so desolate and empty.

After a childhood of hungering to be an adult, my hunger had passed. Unexpected fates had begun to catch my notice. These middle-aged women seemed very tired to me, as if hope had been wrung out of them and replaced with a deathly, walking sort of sleep.

Elizabeth had been eternal. Elizabeth was England. Elizabeth was deathly tired.

Our quaint metaphysical opinions, in an hour of anguish, are like playthings by the bedside of a child deathly sick.

Lord Fellmotte was not a man. He was an ancient committee. A parliament of deathly rooks in a dying tree.

You are a monster, deathly, solipsistic to the bone and you're blasphemous because all you want is You

In spite of the advances of medicine, deathly epidemics are more menacing than ever before.

The soul maintains it's deathly sleep and the heart bleeds from a thousand wounds

Could she smell my breath? Could she hear my cursed circular heart beat revolving like the crime it is in my deathly chest?