Quotes About Frowned

Langdon held his ground, finally feeling like he was about to get some answers. "Who are the soldiers in black suits? Why are they trying to kill me?" "Long story," the man said. "I'll explain on the way." Langdon frowned, not entirely liking this answer.

I remember it was frowned upon. Considered frivolous, or dangerous, or unbecoming—one of those terms that the moribund use to keep the adventurous in tow.

My condolences for your loss," he said. "My congratulations for your gain." Devon frowned. "I assure you, I never wanted your husband's title." "It's true," West said. "He complained about it all the way from London." Devon sent his brother a damning glance.

She frowned at me. You need some rest. You look like hell. And you're obviously tired enough to have gotten the giggles. Wizards don't giggle, I said, hardly able to speak. This is cackling.

Thomas looked like he was about to talk some smack at the malk, but only for a second. Then he frowned and said, It's odd. You sound like...like a grade-school teacher. Perhaps it is because I am speaking to a child, Cat Sith said. The comparison is apt. Thomas blinked several times and then he looked at me. Did the evil kitty just call me a child?

Grimm frowned. "Ah. Um. Am I in any danger?" "You're dead as a stone, man!" "I am?" "Yes. No, actually, not even remotely, but for purposes of this conversation, yes.

It never rains," I moaned. Tera frowned at me. "It is raining now." She turned to Susan. "I do not think he is coherent." I snorted and looked around blearily. "It's a figure of speech.

Would a dating service for people on the net be "frowned upon" by DCA? I hope not. But even if it is, don't let that stop you from notifying me via net mail if you start one.

Writing, I'm convinced, should be a subversive activity - frowned on by the authorities - and not one cooed over and praised beyond common sense by some teacher.

Everything here is edible; even I'm edible. But that, dear children, is cannibalism, and is in fact frowned upon in most societies.

Penelope frowned. "I thought you had a headache?" "In my leg I do," Beowulf explained. "From chicken pox." He hopped on his one good leg and made chicken noises. "Buck-buck, buck-buck!

As you well know, Polity or Prador intervention in the Graveyard is frowned upon,' said the drone. 'If Polity forces were to turn up here, then your king would have to respond, by which time the turd trajectory would be fanwards.