Quotes About Stirred

Something was jigging and worrying in his brain; it felt like a hive of bees, stirred up by a stick.

A wide, passionate mouth — a shape so wonderful that even in that strenuous moment sixteen generations of feudal privilege stirred in Lord Peter's blood.

There is life in the ground; it goes into the seeds and also when it is stirred up goes into the man who stirs it.

The enemy wants to steal our peace and keep us stirred up, anxious, fearful, upset, and always in a stance of waiting for something terrible to happen at any minute.

There was more wickedness in the world than you thought and you've stirred it up and got it on you, ain't ye?

It is when our hearts are stirred that we become most aware of what they contain.

Seeds, there are seeds enough which need only be stirred in with the soil where they lie, by an inspired voice or pen, to bear fruit of a divine flavor.

I went towards the stairs, just as the band was playing 'Now is the Hour', and the music reached down like a long spoon inside me and stirred, and stirred.

As I stirred I was thinking that if she was hoping for any cooperation from Wolfe it was too bad she had asked for gin, since in his book all gin drinkers were barbarians.

The sea is heated by the sun (at a net rate QN) and stirred at the

Periods of tranquility are seldom prolific of creative achievement. Mankind has to be stirred up.

Periods of tranquillity are seldom prolific of creative achievement. Mankind has to be stirred up.

Norman stirred, turned, and then fell into a darkness deeper and more engulfing than the swamp.

With all respect to James Bond, a martini should be stirred, not shaken.

He was always thinking of death, and this had so refined him that the physical seemed to fall away, freeing him from the pull of earth and enabling him to walk about some distance above its surface. Indeed he felt that even his distaste and hatred for the affairs of the world no longer stirred him deeply.

But now and then, beneath the outer numbness, something stirred, like a living pain waiting for the anesthetic to wear away.

His heart stirred with a yearning desire. Desire to protect her, desire to hold her and love her.

The value of life can be measured by how many times your soul has been deeply stirred.

He had been amused, and sometimes stimulated, and once or twice rather attracted, but he had never been stirred as this honest, laughing Virginia girl had stirred him, with her level green gaze and her odd little dignity, and her sweet reposefulness which was just her breeding.

He saw a light come on, far off there, in one of the houses clutching at the shadowy base of the hill. He thought of the human moment in the midst of the land. His heart stirred. He thought of the preciousness of that moment. That, he thought, was all he had ever tried to get: that moment of preciousness. But he had never managed to do it. At least, not the way he dreamed it. Perhaps he would, this time.

His memories were too sad, his hopes too thin. To have to say things on paper seemed a terrible task, for it stirred the memories.

I ought not to have stirred, I was swept into the dance, caught up in the whirling movement of things. Being in Time means running after the present. You run after things, you run with things, you flow away.

It is when our hearts are stirred that we become most aware of what they contain.

Her eyes in the half-light suggested night and violets, and for a moment he stirred again to that half-forgotten remoteness of the afternoon.