Quotes About Pensive

Over the bed hung the picture of her beloved, the Polish Rider. He was looking, with his authoritative pensive mouth and his calm wide-apart eyes, past Moy, over her left shoulder and away into some vast distance. He was a knight upon a quest. He was brave, innocent, chaste, good.

He was also pensive and neurotic, and suffered from inexplicable aches, unaccountable pains, and pervasive anxiety. He seesawed between bursts of ecstasy, which occurred when he was exposed to great art, and troughs of melancholy. His friends considered him mercurial and poetic. In his spare time, he enjoyed drawing intricate sketches of imaginary cities.

I was thinking about that, my heart suddenly full of despair.

I consider myself somewhat spiritual, but not practicing.

I love bummer songs.

I've always felt some kind of connection to people who are kind of over-smart. People who over-think things to the point of some sort of paralysis, and I think that certainly can be me on any given day.

'Break of Dawn,' musically, is still soulful and eclectic, but I think I opened up a little bit more vocally. It's a little more intimate. It's a little more sensual than before - and pensive.

I don't say very much I don't really think through. I know that sounds inconsistent with Joe Biden.

I remember being unusually pensive that May evening, perhaps it was the heat of Spring's first warm day which, encountering my thick winter blood, forced a dilution upward into a brain weary of straining the last six months to overcome freezing and the long absent thinning of blood stirred a weakening desire for the softer things, a nostalgia, yet a death, a precognition, if you will...

Her eyes are open and her mind is somewhere else.

Now he was so deep in his own unsavorism, he wasn't quite sure he wanted to come up for air.

Generally, I walk around in a glum mood.

I'm going to have my moody times.

I want to be one of those serious, moody writers.

Thoughts roamed like lost dogs through

Genuis hesitates

stomach as he stood to the side.

She's sitting propped up on the

I am reserved; I don't speak much.

I've never really been a social butterfly, so to speak.

I don't think of myself as a spiritual person.

I'm generally soft spoken, very measured, and I think 500 times before I say something.

It was a gray, not-quite-rainy day, the kind where the sky was so low it seemed to bump you in the forehead when you dared to venture outside.

The slide changed to a picture of Kattan walking down a narrow cobblestone street, head down