Quotes About Trembling

Love is the kiss in the quiet nest while the leaves are trembling, mirrored in the water.

Love is trembling happiness.

Human existence is so fragile a thing and exposed to such dangers that I cannot love without trembling.

Fear-Dog told me . . . we must return to our camp," he growled, his voice throaty with drool. "Now?" whimpered the little brown dog. "Now. Immediately." Terror swiped a trembling paw at her face, though this time he missed. "He says . . . we are to kill any strange dogs. Kill them all. Kill them on sight. Now go!

Wow!" Fish Leap exclaimed, his voice trembling with amusement. "You caught a tree!

Down the dirty old street The Angel of the East is calling And with a trembling hand I open up a can I can hear a baby bawling

At his last checkup the pediatrician had observed the howling red face and trembling limbs, and said that infants process grief as trauma. Then suggested they try a different formula.

Paralyzed with fear and overwhelmed with trembling, at that very hour I ordered the things done by all of them to be recorded, and have reported them to your Majesty.

Two days she watched them, seeing them refuse all food or comfort and seeking each other as blind men seek, wretched apart and together more wretched still, for then they trembled each for the first avowal.

when I read to her, her quietness, her peacefulness, was what I sought to hear, and it echoed in me as if in an expanding cavern, and often left me trembling with love; and so, then and there, after taking a final gulp of my decaf, I decided to indulge in even more self-pampering: I lifted my legs down from the chair, and, with lightness and celerity, stole upstairs...

Ma abbiamo paura, viviamo sempre tremando e per questo la vita ci disgusta, ma l'amiamo anche ed è tremendo andare a letto ogni sera senza la certezza di svegliarsi al mattino.

Servants, be obedient to them that are your masters according to the flesh, with fear and trembling, in singleness of your heart, as unto Christ; / Not with eyeservice, as menpleasers; but as the servants of Christ, doing the will of God from the heart; / With good will doing service, as to the Lord, and not to men: / Knowing that whatsoever good thing any man doeth, the same shall he receive of the Lord, whether he be bond or free.

His climax began gathering again, rising toward a point of no return. He didn't know if he could restrain himself this time: He was too close, too near to being overwhelmed. She cried out, trembling exclamations. He lost all control, his release hot, violent, and endless.

Helen ran down a flight of stairs at the back of the house and into the garden. In the darkness she stopped and stood trembling. It seemed to her that the world was full of meaningless people saying words.

Human existence is so fragile a thing and exposed to such dangers that I cannot love without trembling.

I will look favorably on this kind of person: one who is humble, submissive in spirit, and who trembles at My word. Isaiah 66:2

I am in love, that's enough: I feel generous, holy, human, trembling, from "Thunderbolt

Today in my heart a vague trembling of stars, but my way is lost in the soul of the mist. Light lops my wings.

Ya suben los dos compadres hacia las altas barandas. Dejando un rastro de sangre. Dejando un rastro de lágrimas. Temblaban en los tejados farolillos de hojalata. Mil panderos de cristal herían la madrugada. Now the two friends climb up, up to the high balconies. Leaving a trail of blood. Leaving a trail of teardrops. Tin bell vines were trembling on the roofs. A thousand crystal tambourines struck at the dawn light.

LA PONCIA: Ésta tiene algo. La encuentro sin sosiego, temblona, asustada, como si tuviese una lagartija entre los pechos.

Today in my heart a vague trembling of stars and all roses are as white as my pain.

Ceea ce citesc nu e nici pentru distracÅ£ie,nici pentru ca timpul s? treac? mai repede ÅŸi nici,în cele din urm?,pentru a adormi mai curând.Eu beau pentru ca,citind s? nu pot adormi niciodat?,s? m? cutremur.

In the deepening spring of May, I had no choice but to recognize the trembling of my heart. It usually happened as the sun was going down. In the pale evening gloom, when the soft fragrance of magnolias hung in the air, my heart would swell without warning, and tremble, and lurch with a stab of pain. I would try clamping my eyes shut and gritting my teeth, and wait for it to pass. And it would pass –but slowly, taking its own time, and leaving a dull ache behind.

Wondrous depth of Thy words! whose surface, behold! is before us, inviting to little ones; yet are they a wondrous depth. O my God, a wondrous depth! It is awful to look therein; an awfulness of honour, and a trembling of love.