Quotes About Creeping

It struck her as odd and faintly sinister, this lonely city creeping north in silence.

A herp is simply the kind of animal studied by a herpetologist, and that is a pretty lame way to define an animal. The only other name that comes close is the biblical 'creeping thing

As night deepened all he could see was the shifting line of fire, like some malfunction in the wiring of the world itself, as if the very night had combusted and was creeping incrementally toward him.

God keep me from the divinity of Yes and Nothe Yea Nay Creeping Jesus, from supposing Up and Down to be the same thing as allexperimentalists must suppose.

Just as old age is creeping on space, And clouds come o'er the sunset of our day, They kindly leave us, though not quite alone, But in good company--the gout or stone.

The morning always has a way of creeping up on me and peeking in my bedroom windows. The sunrise is such a pervert.

In the early days, I loved Facebook. I loved being able to keep tabs on hundreds of college classmates all at once, of being able to tag all my dorm mates in the photos we took on our garbage 7 megapixel cameras, of creeping on crushes, of keeping up with every person I met at a party or in a classroom without doing very much work.

The thought came creeping, just as the numbness came creeping, stealing over his senses, softly, smoothly, there in the silken silence.

Twilight fell, bye and bye, and then the dark shadows of night.

Saying of the ProphetSome behaviourI am like a man who has lighted a fire, and all the creeping things have rushed to burn themselves in it.

As he sat at his desk in his comfortable office armchair, he allowed his body to sink into a creeping state of drowsiness, and for a few moments enjoyed the sensation of dozing off. It was a sensation akin to numbness, as if his hands and feet were melting away.

Night was overtaking Offord's bailey, ragged fingers of darkness climbing the walls and creeping out of the corners.

Gloaming," Dad said. "What?" "That word I couldn't remember. Gloaming. That short, murky time between half-light and dark.

My hands grow cold and my flesh creeps; and yet the night is warm. Only the mist is cold, this mysterious mist that trails over the dead and sucks from them their last, creeping life. By morning they will be pale and green and their blood congealed and black.

those who crept about at night risked stepping on a snake if they were not careful, as snakes move out of our way only if they feel vibrations in the ground. A light person—a person of non-traditional build, for example—was at far greater risk of being bitten by a snake for that very reason. That was another argument, of course, for maintaining traditional build—consideration for snakes, and safety too.

Together, creeping determinism and sampling bias lead commonsense explanations to suffer from what is called the post-hoc fallacy.

There's a lot of wine involved and creeping off into corners with men. Meanwhile they call themselves a prayer group! Obviously it's just sex. I've put most of them in jail.

He was wondering at the unreality of ideas, at the fading radiance of existence, and at the little absorptions that were creeping avidly into his life, like rats into a ruined house

I like films that sort of play out in one confined area. Films that have a feeling that you're watching a play, a contained environment and a creeping tension.

I think in my late 20s, I was starting to enter that realm of complacency, which is the most terrifying place I can imagine as an artist. I felt time creeping up on me.

Bright colours in the west, giant butterflies dancing as night crept like a cripple toward the east.

This was the third dam in Glen Canyon. The first, slowly shaped by sand and fed by a persistent stream, blocked a side canyon sometime before history began, forming a thin sweetwater lake that ultimately survived a civilization. The second dam belonged to the Anasazi, the people who forged that fragile civilization out of the rock and niggard soil. Their dam, built of sandstone blocks and sealed with clay mortar, stood in the canyon bottom at Creeping Dune.

Did you ever feel a creeping, That awoke you from your sleeping, That made your pulses flutter and bristled all your hair; While a horrid stealthy crawling Prevented you from calling, And something seemed to tell you that a ghost was coming there?

These were always the weirdest trips for me, when it was midnight or even later, and we pulled up to a dark house, trying to be quiet. Like a robbery in reverse, creeping around to leave something rather than take it.