Quotes About Quiver

What do you think you're doing?" she asks, hands on her hips. Her lips quiver a bit as she speaks, though, and I get the distinct impression she's trying not to laugh. I sigh, used to being falsely accused of wrongdoing by my naturally suspicious parents. "I fell." I attempt to shrug my shoulders, but they don't move. "And now I'm stuck," I add.

It's a very Greek idea, and a very profound one. Beauty is terror. Whatever we find beautiful, we quiver before it.

Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it. - The Secret History

Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it. And what could be more terrifying and beautiful, to souls like the Greeks or our own, than to lose control completely? To throw off the chains of being for an instant, to shatter the accident of our mortal selves?

Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it. And what could be more terrifying and beautiful, to souls like the Greeks or our own, than to lose control completely

Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it... We want to be devoured by it, to hide ourselves in that fire which refines us.

Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it. And what could be more terrifying and beautiful, to souls like the

beauty is terror, whatever we call beauty we quiver before it

Children are the root of all evil.... Happy the man who has his quiver empty.

I tell you, brethren, if mercies and if judgments do not convert you, God has no other arrows in His quiver.

Bicky rocked, like a jelly in a high wind.

his hand did quake, And tremble like a leafe of Aspin greene, And troubled blood through his pale face was seene To come, and goe with tidings from the heart, As it a ronning messenger had beene.

Yes! Narissus unslung his bow and grabbed an arrow from his dusty quiver. The first one who get that bronze, I will like you almost as much as I like me. I might even kiss you, right after I kiss my reflection! Oh my gods! the nymphs squealed.

It's our loot! he yelled, standing on his tiptoes so he could get in Clarisse's face. If you don't like it, you can kiss my quiver!

Its our loot. If you don't like it, you can kiss my quiver

It gave me a feeling of temporary acceptance into that elite community, to stroll across the quad at his side. It also gave me my first faint quiver of sexual belonging, the elusive feeling that if I slipped my hand into his as we walked along, a door would fall open somewhere in the long wall of reality as I knew it, never to be closed again.

His mind was like the delicate spring of a watch, which quivers for several hours after it has been touched.

The Archer always keeps an arrow in her quiver for you; interrupt my shot again, and I will give it to you directly.

The quiver in her voice belied her nervousness.

Is she still just a shadow of the shadow of herself? Is it just a leaf? Is it just the wind? Or is it just the quiver of a wish? Just the whisper of a tear down my face? 1st KEEPER: That's it. Just a sigh from her lips.

I felt my hands quiver at the unexpected contact. I... wasn't used to being touched in a way that didn't involve violence, at least not in the last few years. It helped that it was Sera. I pictured when we'd held hands as children. It had been perfectly normal, even comforting, when we were little. I hadn't associated touching with pain back then.

the last electric titillation died on the lips, like a dying moth that quivers, quivers, ever more feebly, ever more faintly, and at last is quite still. But for Lenina the moth did not completely die. Even after the lights had gone up, while they were shuffling slowly along with the crowd towards the lifts, its ghost still fluttered against her lips, still traced fine shuddering roads of anxiety and pleasure across her skin.

Let Fortune empty her whole quiver on me, I have a soul that, like an ample shield, Can take in all, and verge enough for more; Fate was not mine, nor am I Fate's: Souls know no conquerors.

Males are timorous creatures at best. They think only to feed and breed. But you and I, young queen, we know there is more. Females must be ruthless, to shelter their young and continue the race. Chances must be taken. Males will quiver in their shadow, fearing their own deaths. We know that the only thing to be feared is the end of the race.