Quotes About Slender

Stood there in the moonlight – so much light from such a slender moon – and watched her dying like an October butterfly

I am a thread too slender To suspend all this reality...

Lorgar wore nothing but a loincloth of coarse weave, leaving his immense but androgynously slender torso bare.

Achamian tossed his hands skyward in dismay. "Foolish boy! How many faiths are there? How many competing beliefs? And you would murder another on the slender hope that yours is somehow the only one?

das flüchtet... und sein Bangen ist groß, daß ihr es selber / wie schlank es entschwindet/ nach vielem Traurigsein erst wiederfindet, noch immer schreckhaft, warm und atemlos.

She was wearing a man's nightshirt, much too big for her, and I found myself staring at her bare legs—tawny calves, slender ankles, lovely, dusty-soled boyfeet.

There is no shadow of protection to be had by sheltering behind the slender stockades of visionary speculation, or by hiding behind the wagon-wheels of pacific theories.

and live images were of a short, hawk-faced, and slender man, beardless, with a beak nose and distrustful eyes. This

Achamian tossed his hands skyward in dismay. "Foolish boy! How many faiths are there? How many competing beliefs? And you would murder another on the slender hope that yours is somehow the only one?

She drew herself up to the full height of her slender majesty, towering like some dark angel of defiance above the troubled Gerty, who could only falter out: Lily, Lily-- how can you laugh about such things? So as not to weep, perhaps. But no-- I'm not of the tearful order. I discovered early that crying makes my nose red, and the knowledge has helped me through several painful episodes.

Mr. Pontellier wore eye-glasses. He was a man of forty, of medium height and rather slender build; he stooped a little. His hair was brown and straight, parted on one side. His beard was neatly and closely trimmed.

The child was slender as fleeting hope.

The child was slender as a fleeting hope.

A heavy morning of audiences had neither tired nor depressed him. In a black cassock with no decoration, his neck enclosed in a Roman collar, but at ease, he appeared young, slender, elegant, above all available, lively, calm, in possession of himself and also of that French which he evidently enjoyed speaking, unfolding it like a roll of cloth, rather slowly.

Despite her way with fire, Eva always makes me think of water. She's slender and sparkling as the stream beyond our clearing, and like that stream she seems content to live a part of her life underground, seems sure - even now - that she is headed somewhere.

A football player is often bigger than a basketball player - more massive, that is. The basketball player is taller and more slender. So it is with redwoods. The tallest redwoods are often slender, and so they aren't the largest ones.

Gilbert McFarland was tall and slender, with brown eyes and a mouth upturned in a perpetual smile. His thick brown hair was hidden under the old floppy fishing hat he always wore, which sported an assortment of hand-tied flies and a button that proclaimed ONE FISH, TWO FISH, RED FISH, BLUE FISH...

The moon climbed out of the ravine, blue, skinny, as if it had been fed on nothing but skimmed milk. It climbed out, and quickly slithered up and up along the finest thread-away from trouble, and on the very top it huddled, crouching on thin legs. ("The Protectress Of Sinners")

Inspiration is a slender river of brightness leaping from a vast and eternal knowledge, it exceeds reason more perfectly than reason exceeds the knowledge of the senses.

I run six-to-eight miles a day, plus weights and aerobics in the lunch hour. I also lie a lot, which keeps me thin.

Virgin-white she was, and her arms were folded across her still bosom; calm was her face, and the gray tides sighed about her slender limbs.

The day guy was an aquiline black man about seven feet tall, but slender as a pencil, folded into a desk chair that was far too small for him.

I steal a glance when no one is looking. Especially at his neck, when he turns to say something to my mother. That slender neck, with its air of determination, brisk and bold…

Whatever stress some may lay upon it, a death-bed repentance is but a weak and slender plank to trust our all on.