Quotes About Saunter

The promenade is a special subset of walking.

Yeah, but these are crazy pills. Supposed to keep me from running amok or something." "How are they working out?" "Great. I just saunter amok these days.

Relax. You think you're the only pill popper around here? I get migraines and have a knee that should belong to an eighty-year-old lady." "Yeah, but these are crazy pills. Supposed to keep me from running amok or something." "How are they working out?" "Great. I just saunter amok these days." She checks the

You ride to battle? Karede asked. I was thinking more of a saunter, Mat said. He shook his head. I need a feel for what Demandred is doing...I'm going out there, Karede, and putting you fellows between me and the Trollocs sounds delightful. Are you coming?

we can stroll

...A traveller is to be reverenced as such. His profession is the best symbol of our life. Going from - toward; it is the history of every one of us. It is a great art to saunter.

She finished with the draft and sauntered—Lorraine never walked, she sauntered—toward the corner of the bar where they kept the good stuff. Broome spun around on the stool. There was a line at the buffet. An actual line for the food. On the stage a girl danced with the enthusiasm of a coma patient. The old Neil Diamond classic "Girl, You'll Be a Woman Soon" played through the speaker system. Lorraine

Crowley (An Angel who did not so much Fall as Saunter Vaguely Downwards)

His insolent gaze traveled over her body. "I hear you're quite the little saint." "Compared to whom? Caro?" His cynical smirk widened to a genuine smile at her retort. "I daresay you're having a bit of an adventure, aren't you?" "An ordeal is more like it." "Well, you seem to have come through it all in fine spirit." He pressed away from the door and sauntered toward her.

I'll be back in five minutes," I said. His eyes narrowed further, mere slits that completely blocked the color of his irises. "That confident?" "Oh, yes. If you'll excuse me, Ren. Agent Luscious," I said, nodding to Lucius before I sauntered past him and out of the room. Had I forgotten to mention that Sahara Rose didn't like men? Oopsie.

He sauntered. To stray is human. To saunter is Parisian. In

He sauntered across the kitchen, six feet of male hotness and charm, heading in her direction like a drone missile locked on a target.

We continued our strolling, for that is exactly what it was: strolling. This was not something I did in real life, either. It was always more like "rushing," or "hustling," or "guy-walking-like-weird-Olympic-walker.