Quotes About Den

Twoleg den with cows and a dark, hay-scented barn where she and

ShadowClan deputy, who had settled in a sunny spot outside Pinestar's den.

SkyClan's warriors lay around the apprentices' den, soaking up the last of the late-greenleaf sun before its rays disappeared behind the cliff top. Two

How do you keep a thousand books in one room and then call the room a den?

Leafpool glanced at Jayfeather, amusement flashing in her gaze. "That might not go down too well in the medicine den.

Bluefur sighed. Now that he'd moved into the warriors' den, there would be no getting away from the conceited young tom. If Snowfur had to find a mate, why couldn't she pick a cat that Bluefur actually liked?

It'll be great having them in our den," Mousewhisker put in. "It might stop the old warriors from hogging the best nests and stealing all the softest moss." Graystripe purred with amusement. "We old warriors need the soft moss for our poor ancient bones.

suddenly reluctant to go back into camp and settle in his shadowy den

I'm here to heal you. If you want sympathy, go to the nursery." Jaypaw padded to the back of the den. Warriors! They might be brave in battle, but one thorn and they squealed like kits.

the den, drinking beer and arguing over

They were sprawled on the den furniture as only teenage boys can, as though they'd removed their skeletons, hung them in a nearby closet, and slid to a collapse against whatever upholstery was nearby.

He became almost speechless for a minute, and then went on, Do you know what the place is? Have you seen that awful den of hellish infamy, with the very moonlight alive with grisly shapes, and ever speck of dust that whirls in the wind a devouring monster in embryo? Have you felt the Vampire's lips upon your throat?

in the future, perhaps as a den for Maja when she was older and wanted her own space. But at the moment it

After all those days in the cotton fields, the dreams came true on a gold record on a piece of wood. It's in my den where I can look at it every day. I wear it out lookin' at it.

From beasts we scorn as soulless, In forest, field and den, The cry goes up to witness The soulessness of men

methinks we yet discourse in Plato's den, and are but embryon philosophers.

swear, being in a hospital's like being in a den of vampires. They never get enough of your blood.

There were opium-dens, where one could buy oblivion, dens of horror where the memory of old sins could be destroyed by the madness of sins that were new.

This same library is my den — the only corner of the Hall-house where I am safe from my … cousins. They never venture there, I suppose for fear the folios should fall down and crack their skulls; for they will never affect their heads in any other way... — Miss Diana Vernon

A man's subconscious self is not the ideal companion. It lurks for the greater part of his life in some dark den of its own, hidden away, and emerges only to taunt and deride and increase the misery of a miserable hour.

I wish we had the technology to fight God on an equal basis," he said in low, tight tones. "To beard him in his den. To fight back for all of the injustices heaped on humanity. To allow him to alter his smug arrogance or be blown to hell.

Sol looked up as a dozen pinpoints of fierce light expanded into ripples and shock waves of plasma explosions far out in space. "I wish we had the technology to fight God on an equal basis," he said in low, tight tones. "To beard him in his den. To fight back for all of the injustices heaped on humanity. To allow him to alter his smug arrogance or be blown to hell.

The cereal box says, 'Did you hear the one about the foolhardy mouse who clicked on a sleeping bear? (Punch line inside!)' ... The punch line (inside!) says, 'The bear didn't get mad, he got even. He waited until the mouse and his family were all asleep inside their den and then he burst in and opened fire, killing everyone. Sweet revenge!

Where's that tree?" Larry said, thinking he might take Cindy. "Is the rope still there?" Glancing at him, his father said, "Naw." "What happened to it?" "They cut it down. Mill did." He pushed his plate aside and rose from the table. "Enjoyed it," he said, got another beer from the refrigerator, and went into the den.