Quotes About Pensive

It wasn't even 8:00 yet. Pretty early for such deep thoughts.

It was a clear steel-blue day. The firmaments of air and sea were hardly separable in that all-pervading azure; only, the pensive air was transparently pure and soft, with a woman's look, and the robust and man-like sea heaved with long, strong, lingering swells, as Samson's chest in his sleep.

palsied as it were, and leaning over sadly. It stood on

It gave me a strange feeling, and the rest of that night I didn't say much, but merely sat there and drank, trying to decide if I was getting older and wiser, or just plain old.

Young? He'd hear his own harsh, pained laugh. Oh, no, not this lass. She's old. She walked under a blood-red moon in the dawn of time, did this one. Her face is the face of all that cannot be fathomed, and she's looking you in the eye, Whiskeyjack, and you'll never know what she's thinking.

A faint frown wrinkled his broad forehead.

I'm not a social butterfly.

I don't party or socialize.

Some people are just quiet - they don't need to be talking all the time and aren't extroverted, but they're not necessarily afraid to talk. I'm not really a shy person.

Some things we must pass over in silence.

but the child is silent, looking as though he would rather understand than speak.

Hoyt was by himself right under one of the portable lights rigged up for the occasion. He had his hands thrust in his pockets, and he looked more serious than I'd ever seen him. There was something strange about the sight, and after a second I figured out why. It was one of the few times I'd ever seen Hoyt alone.

People think I'm laid back, but there's a lot going on in my head.

I am a melancholy type of person.

I'm a melancholy person. It's how I'm always going to be.

My general taste is towards the melancholy.

I'm so involved in melancholy.

Melancholy is no bad thing.

It's a brooding melancholy that haunts me.

I'm very much drawn to melancholy and those kinds of emotions.

Like a greater than himself, to the critical question at the critical time he did not answer: and they were again silent.

Idle dreaming is often of the essence of what we do

He's a man of few words," Danielle said with her patented lah-de-dah intonation, although the set to her face belied her tone.

He felt sad, sad.