Quotes About Crawling

love is what moves the world, I've always thought ... it is the only thing which allows men and women to stand in a world where gravity always seems to want to pull them down ... bring them low ... and make them crawl

Nyarlathotep ... das kriechende Chaos ... Ich bin der letzte ... Ich werde es der lauschenden Leere verkünden ...

But I love to feel events overlapping each other, crawling over one another like wet crabs in a basket

him. "This isn't the only item I questioned," he said. "I want to taste the others, too." "Try this first," she said, making no effort to conceal her certainty. "Taste it and weep. I'm going to step back a little so you'll have room to come crawling to me." Yeah, right. She'd served fish and chips. How good could

He suffered no regret, no horror, and yet he suffered something, some incoherent abstract crawling of the flesh and shuddering of the intellect. As if the woman had begun to devour him alive. Or as if he himself, discovering in himself some hidden vault, had opened the door and, let forth monsters.

Too proud to crawl?" Kelsier said. "Nonsense! Why, I'd say that we Mistborn are too proud not to be humble enough to go crawling about -- in a dignified manner, of course." Dockson frowned, approaching the desk. "Kell, that didn't make any sense." "We Mistborn need not make sense," Kelsier said haughtily.

Got some red on me, yeah," she kind-of-quotes, shrugging his inspection off, all the tiny scars up and down her thighs and hips crawling over themselves to be seen.

it would much subtract from the glory of the exploit had St. George but encountered a crawling reptile of the land, instead of doing battle with the great monster of the deep. Any man may kill a snake, but only a Perseus, a St. George, a Coffin, have the heart in them to march boldly up to a whale.

She thought to resume crawling, then consciousness slipped away again.

What did Finnick Odair want?" he asks. I turn and put my lips close to Peeta's and drop my eyelids in imitation of Finnick. "He offered me sugar and wanted to know all my secrets," I say in my best seductive voice. Peeta laughs. "Ugh. Not really." "Really," I say. "I'll tell you more when my skin stops crawling.

I am this fiery snail crawling home.

If the Good Lord had intended us to crawl, he'd have given us a hundred legs and an exosqueleton.

Mulholland Drive has more filmic and real-life drama than any other road in L.A., as well as being the favored route of the Manson family for crosstown travel and creepy crawling exploits . . .

She was crawling out from under the huge tour bus when he first caught sight of her. She was small, like a child.

Scorpions are a mix of lobsters, spiders, wasps, and nightmares.

Within a few days these swamps are going to be crawling with spawning killer crabs. And there isn't a damned thing we can do about it!

That's progress," McIlveen said. "What we think of as progress," she countered. "To the Yautja, we're barely crawling. Sometimes I think we're like deer and they're the lions, coming into the Sphere from time to time to just play." She blew onto her coffee, watching the small ripples and the drifting steam. "The things they've seen.

Cardan's clothes are disarranged from crawling under tables or being captured and tied, and his infamous tail is showing under the white lawn of his shirt. It it slim, nearly hairless, with a tuft of black fur at the tip. As I watch, the tail forms one wavering curve after another snaking back and forth, betraying his cool face, telling its own story of uncertainty and fear. I can see why he hides that thing away.

The morning went on in its perfectly normal way, and I was once more feeling the feebleminded glimmer of unfounded hope I woke up with as I drove in to work through the crawling traffic. Even

Camilla Figg was already there, crawling across the floor very slowly on all fours on the right side of the room and avoiding the left side altogether. That was a very good idea, because the left side of the room was so spattered with blood that it looked like a large animal had exploded. The blood glistened, still moist, and I felt a twitch of unhappiness that there could be so much of the awful stuff.

Dark and drear, fear and weep Are the spots where the Goobleys crawl and keep And their minds are small if they have them at all And their eyes are BIG!!!

The wind and the rain, gives this place a gleam that just isn't natural. And the ground, alive with crawling things, crawling death.

They drummed you out of Hollywood, so you come crawling back to Broadway. But Broadway doesn't go for booze and dope. Now get out of my way, I've got a man waiting for me.

the proud witch undone before the hero's sword, kneeling and begging for mercy. Humbling women seems to me a chief pastime of poets. As if there can be no story unless we crawl and weep.