Quotes About Writhing

A twisted, pale figure writhing in agony, chest bare and hideous. Tight, rigid cords of sickly green veins webbed across the boy's body and limbs, like ropes under his skin. Purplish bruises covered the kid, red hives, bloody scratches. His bloodshot eyes bulged, darting back and forth.

Writhe and sway to music's pain searing with asides, caress death with a lover's touch for it shall be your bride.

Said the Mock Turtle with a sight, I only took the regular course. What was that? inquired Alice. Reeling and Writhing of course, to begin with, the Mock Turtle replied, and the different branches of arithmetic-ambition, distraction, uglification, and derision.

It was Ivan's morning duty to open each box, identify the species, vigor, mood, and fang-count of the writhing things inside, and sort them by genuine urgency.

Their separation was becoming intolerable. I would rather die! said Emma. She was writhing in his arms, weeping. Adieu! adieu! When shall I see you again?

Rhizan gathered in writhing clumps at his hands and feet

Also, the drugs they use to control my pain and mood sometimes make me see things. I guess. I'm still not entirely convinced that I was hallucinating the night the floor of my hospital room transformed into a carpet of writhing snakes.

The souls you have got cast upon the screen of publicity appear like the horrid and writhing creatures enlarged from the insect world, and revealed to us by the cinematograph.

If there was a heaven, was it nor founded upon the writhing bodies of the damned?

there was a heaven, was it not founded upon the writhing bodies of the damned?

tornadoes writhing and dropping down like the Medusa locks they were named after

The weird cedars, like great demons and witches chained to the rock and writhing in silent anguish, loomed up with wide and twisting naked arms.

Ran to the hallway, screaming for help. The girls and a few Sunday customers crowded into the room. Kate was writhing on the floor. Two of the regulars lifted her onto Faye's bed and tried to straighten her out, but she screamed and doubled up again. The sweat poured from her body and wet her clothes.

I was actually writhing in heartache, as if I were a single muscle whose purpose was to mourn.

My anguish, my anguish! I writhe in pain! Oh, the pain in my chest! My heart pounds within me; I cannot be silent. For I have heard the sound of the horn, the alarm of battle.

Nations writhe in horror before them; every face turns pale.