Quotes About Thundered

They both sat on the pavement and watched with a certain unease as huge children bounced heavily along the sand and wild horses thundered through the sky taking fresh supplies of reinforced railings to the Uncertain Areas.

Oh. Lord have mercy. Victor wasn't here to help with the interview. This wasn't an interview at all. It was an audition. Her heart thundered. Her limbs shook. Panic prickled down her spine.

Rawlins let loose a stemwinder of a speech that lasted forty-five minutes. His voice throbbing with emotion, he thundered, "I have been a Democrat all my life; but this is no longer a question of politics. It is simply country or no country. I have favored every honorable compromise; but the day for compromise is passed.

For then, in wrath, the Olympian PericlesThundered and lightened, and confounded HellasEnacting laws which ran like drinking songs.

They were no longer giving voice to their battle song, but the frenzy was still in their eyes. Steam puffed from their nostrils and the ones with bare skin glistened. They thundered by, then wheeled to face the angels.

Do people in the twenty-first century still dance? My heart beat thundered in my ears, far louder than the slow music. Um, I said, barely able to swallow, my throat had gone so dry. Sometimes. How about now? he asked. And then his strong arms were encircling my waist, his breath soft against my cheek as he gently whispered my name: Susannah. Susannah....

Keep your words. This pain is no life. You only feel pain because you're alive, boy! the keeper thundered. This is the mystery of it. Life is lived on the ragged edge of the cliff. Fall off and you might die, but run from it and you are already dead!

Coop's sending thundered in my mind. We come. I smiled. Felt a surge of adrenaline. "You made a mistake, Will. You didn't catch us all." He snorted. "You're gonna stop us, alone?" Leaves rustled behind me. Speckman's gaze flicked over my shoulder. "Alone?" I barked a laugh. "Guess you haven't met the extended family.

Planes," Florence replied, looking up at the sky. "Won't they leave me the hell alone?" he thundered. He hated the war; it threatened much more than his lifestyle or peace of mind. It continually destroyed the world of the imagination, the only world where he felt happy. It was like a shrill, brutal trumpet shattering the fragile crystal walls he'd taken such pains to build in order to shut out the rest of the world.

Grief thrived in a quiet heart, and right now hers thundered with terror and revulsion