Quotes About Stir

I stir in bed and the memories rise out of me like a buzz of flies from a carcass. I crave to be rid of them...

I stir in bed and the memories rise out of me like a buzz of flies from a carcass.

Something he learned long ago came to mind. Stir a person up and they could be made to think. Add in anger and they'll screw up, sure as hell.

The heart that disdains all motion occasionally is convulsed by a jolt.

I'm supposed to incite the crowd.

Sentences must stir in a book like leaves in a forest, each distinct from each despite their resemblance.

To the chagrin of many, the media gravitates towards controversy.

In order to profit from this path [of prayer] and ascend to the dwelling places we desire, the important thing is not to think much but to love much; and so, do that which best stirs you to love.

Why is propaganda so much more successful when it stirs up hatred than when it tries to stir up friendly feeling?

Satan will try to stir up what our faithful Refiner wants to skim off.

No coffee worth drinking requires cream.

People were mulling around, skittering about like moths on a lightbulb. Then

A quarrel is like buttermilk, the more you stir it, the more sour it grows.

Let's give them something to talk about.

near them grow dreamlike fairy-tale flowers whose leaves stir in the moonlight.

If art is singular expression, then by nature, the best art is controversial. But when art stirs debate for reasons besides its artistic integrity, that's when things get bent.

Hence it comes that men so much love noise and stir; hence it comes that the prison is so horrible a punishment; hence it comes that the pleasure of solitude is a thing incomprehensible. And it is in fact the greatest source of happiness in the condition of kings, that men try incessantly to divert them, and to procure for them all kinds of pleasures.

Seventy years ago they made a bit of a stir at the Echmen court when a political dissident sought refuge with them and the Echmen demanded his extradition. What they got was the dissident's head, perfectly preserved in a jar of wild honey. I happen to like honey, but not as much as that.

Anything with Tito Ortiz's name on it will always involve a bit of controversy.

Regret doesn't budge things; it seems crazy that the force of all that human want can't amend a moment, can't even stir a pebble.

If they wanted their shit stirred, then stirred their shit was jolly well going to be.

There is buzz among the populace.

The candle flame gutters. Its little pool of light trembles. Darkness gathers. The demons begin to stir.

Those who get their living by their daily labor . . . have nothing to stir them up to be serviceable but their wants which it is a prudence to relieve, but folly to cure.