Quotes About Shouts

Desafiaré al vacío Sacudiré la nada con blasfemias y gritos Hasta que caiga un rayo de castigo ansiado Trayendo a mis tinieblas el clima del paraíso.

Life will become intolerable for a bearded man when children rise up out of the pavement at every step, and surround him with the loud shouts of "Beaver!"

I wanted to be that cranky old guy that stands on his porch and yells at the neighborhood kids.

streets of his neighborhood, his dog, Zeke, trotting right beside him. He was studying an arrow-shaped cloud in the bright blue sky when squealing shouts echoed from just ahead. "Dexter! Dexter! Buy some lemonade!" Two identical blond heads bounced up over a rosebush. It was the little Tucker twins, Stephanie and Bobbie.

Dr. Cross, please come! Please! Dr. Cross the loud shouts continued. I didn't recognize the woman's voice, but privacy doesn't seem to count when your first name is Doctor.

We are the miracle of force and matter making itself over into imagination and will. Incredible. The Life Force experimenting with forms. You for one. Me for another. The Universe has shouted itself alive. We are one of the shouts.

There were shouts.

God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks in our conscience, but shouts in our pains: it is His megaphone to rouse a deaf world.

It seemed that his anger was partly theatrical, that he was amping up his shouts to intimidate me.

The ones who nod in sympathy when their friends talked about street harassment, but whose lived experience involved more shouts of "lose some weight" than cat calls and leers. The

As C.S. Lewis says, "God whispers in our pleasures but shouts in our pains. Pain is his megaphone to rouse a dulled world.

But the shouts and smell of smoke had a powerful effect on me. I don't say they excited me, but they gave a sort of universality to what I was feeling. I am who I am because I am not them - well, I was not alone in feeling that. We were all who we were because we were not them. So why did that translate into hate? I don't know, but when everyone's feeling the same thing it can appear to be reasonableness.

Objection! Metz shouts. Grounds? the judge asks. Well...he's my witness!

Their neighbors in Penn Villas are strangers, transients – accountants, salesmen, supervisors, adjusters – people whose lives to them are passing can and the shouts of unseen children.

More shouts, and then my father was there, staring down at me in horror: the minor pagan god, appalled at what his worshiper had done.

God whispers in our pleasures, but shouts in our pain.

When the righteous thrive, the city rejoices, and when the wicked perish, there are shouts of joy.

Joy and gladness are removed from the orchard and from the fields of Moab. I have stopped the flow of wine from the presses; no one treads them with shouts of joy; their shouts are not for joy.