Quotes About Bobbing

I called to Ash, still doing small laps and not paying attention. I jumped to my feet, still backing up and pointing in the cluster of peeping eyes under the pier, now bobbing and stirring toward me. Ash finally looked over, silencing his splashes enough to hear the chattering and clipping of claws beside me. He barreled out

Ravenous appetites and strange desires lurking just below, like I was bobbing on an inner tube in the middle of the ocean while below me swarmed the swift shadows of a vast school of Cthulhus.

he told the president of the company that he damned near—and I quote, 'Squashed a cock,' that morning, and he'd been so happy to see that thing 'popping up and bobbing down the road.

Sometimes Raymond wonders what it is like to be a duck: What is it like to have a facial expression so frozen that no one, not even another duck, can tell if you are in pain? It must be safe in one way, but then sooner or later the hunters come along and say to each other:"Hey, look at those birds out there, bobbing on the pond. We can shoot them because they can't feel emotion." But that's not true, Raymond thinks. Not even a little bit.

The invitation to Miss Myra St. Claire's bobbing party spent the morning in his coat pocket, where it had an intense physical affair with a dusty piece of peanut brittle.

I haven't seen the film yet because I just got in from London. In the scenes where the two characters are bantering with each other, it is like bobbing at the net in tennis.

the sloeback, slow, black, crowblack, fishingboat bobbing sea

I was trying to contain a surprise bubble of exultation bobbing in the anger I have always tried to keep bottled up. Fury lived inside me under pressure. Now it all started going off inside my body like popped corks; the rage-champagne and feral glee were foaming out.

I'd become one of those mistakes you sometimes find in an office, a not unpleasant but mostly unproductive presence bobbing along on the energy tides of others, a walking reminder of somebody's error in judgement.

A warp," Nita whispered. "A tunnel through space-time. Are you a white hole?" It stopped bobbing, stared at her as if she had said something derogatory. (Do I look like a hole?)

could hear creaking sounds as the boats shifted in the harbor waters, bobbing and swaying with an occasional tinkling of metal on metal. Our footsteps formed an irregular rhythm as we clunked along the walkway.

Everton (Francis) Alex turned his head to view a rainbow peacock mask bobbing toward him. Good Lord, Francis, you are replendent, he said admiringly. The peacock stopped beside him. Dash it, Everton, how'd you know it was me? You're still wearing your faux ruby ring.

You wouldn't believe On All Hallow Eve What lots of fun we can make, With apples to bob, And nuts on the hob, And a ring-and-thimble cake.

Two Polish men at Halloween with burned faces. What happened? They were bobbing for french fries.

They bobbed back and forth, little Halloween apples.

A warp, Nita whispered. A tunnel through space-time. Are you a white hole? It stopped bobbing, stared at her as if she had said something derogatory. (Do I look like a hole?)

In the morn when they woke, it was Halloween Day. There was bobbing for apples and rides in the hay. There were costume parties, and games to be played. Cupcakes and candy and, of course, a parade! After dinner was served, and the kids were done eating, it was finally time to go trick-or-treating! Moms re-painted faces, and straightened clown hats, put wings back on fairies, angels, and bats. Jack-o-lanterns were set out on porches with care. Their grins seemed to say, "Knock if you dare.