Quotes About Tremulous

Not till old age did I learn to love silence. Sometimes it is more exciting than music. In the silence emerge tremulous signals and at the crossroads of memory you hear names which time had tried to stifle.

I think, that if I touched the earth, It would crumble; It is so sad and beautiful, So tremulously like a dream.

the expression on her face, which was swept by the excitement of what she saw ... was as luminous and tremulous under it as water in sunlight when it is ruffled by a gust of wind.

I think, that if I touched the earth, It would crumble; It is so sad and beautiful, So tremulously like a dream.

that lovely brow, around which stars of diamonds formed a tremulous circlet...

Why all this terror?' said he, in a tremulous voice. 'Hear me, Emily: I come not to alarm you; no, by Heaven! I love you too well- too well for my own peace.

The dripping became a flow and formed an oily pool that glistened brightly, reflecting a dozen tremulous moons on its quivering bosom.

if truth is the end of life, happiness is a mode of it, to be cherished in it's brief and tremulous moment.

His voice was dull and tremulous, the voice of one who hopes for nothing, because all hope is vain.

Cautious men have many adverbs, "usually," "nearly," "almost ": safe men begin, " it may be advanced " : you never know precisely what their premises are, nor what their conclusion is; they go tremulously like a timid rider; they turn hither and thither; they do not go straight across a subject, like a masterly mind.

looked towards its completion with a tremulous and eager hope, which I dared not trust myself to question, but which was intermixed with obscure forebodings of evil, that made my heart sicken in my bosom.

Yeats regarded his work as the close of an epoch, and the least of his later lyrics brings the sense of a great occasion. English critics have tried to claim him for their tradition, but, heard closely, his later music has that tremulous lyrical undertone which can be found in the Anglo-Irish eloquence of the eighteenth century.

The Sehnsucht motif, a lonely wandering voice in the night, softly uttered its tremulous question. Silence followed, a silence of waiting. And then the answer: the same hesitant, lonely strain, but higher in pitch, more radiant and tender. Silence again. And then

Night watches calmly with her starry eyes All tremulous with love.

It was impossible to quarrel with words, whose tremulous inequality showed indisposition so plainly.

Peace, tremulous, unexpected, sent a taproot out of nowhere into Morgan's heart.

Few incidents in history excel in pathos the scene of the first mother plying with heaving breast and tremulous fingers, her crude needle on the few fig leaves which her dejected husband plucked for her.

What visionary tints the year puts on, When falling leaves falter through motionless air Or numbly cling and shiver to be gone! How shimmer the low flats and pastures bare, As with her nectar Hebe Autumn fills The bowl between me and those distant hills, And smiles and shakes abroad her misty, tremulous hair!

And how they kist each other's tremulous eyes.

Listen! you hear the grating roarOf pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,At their return, up the high strand,Begin, and cease, and then again begin,With tremulous cadence slow, and bringThe eternal note of sadness in.