Quotes About Mumbling

Your thoughts had disintegrated into isolated words- key words, which you kept on mumbling, because you were afraid you would cease to exist if you forgot these words as well

intervals of munching and mumbling as she crammed food into her mouth. I did not blame Lady Baskerville for her precipitate departure

One of the things that I'm realizing is that in voice-over work, you have to actually do more work with your facial muscles and your mouth. You have to kind of exaggerate your pronunciation a little bit more, whereas with live action, you can get away with mumbling sometimes.

he mumbled. 'You know how he hates

In the silence I heard Bastet, who had retreated under the bed, carrying on a mumbling, profane monologue. (If you ask how I knew it was profane, I presume you have never owned a cat.)

Time is a wind that keeps blowing in my face and mumbling words that don't make sense.

and mumbled angrily against the windows. Outside

Time is a wind that keeps blowing in my face and mumbling words that don't make sense.

Raven mumbled something. "Eh? What was that? Speak up! Don't mumble like a caterpillar." "I said, I don't want to scare them." Baba Yaga picked up a blue spray bottle and squirted Raven in the face with water, making Raven blink. "This is how I train my cats not to jump up on my spell table. They learn after a while. Maybe you will, too.

They climbed up into the carriage and were on their way. Henry caught her bonnet on the doorframe as she was getting in, a circumstance which caused her to mutter most ungraciously under her breath. Dunford thought he heard her say, "Bloody bleeding blooming bonnet," but he couldn't be certain.

The truths I shun follow me, mumbling.

Casey was most famous for his supposed lack of diction; his "mumbling" became so legendary in Washington that Reagan quipped that Casey was the only CIA director in history who didn't need to use a scrambler phone. On some minutes of National Security Council meetings, Casey's indecipherable comments were recorded as "??????.

I'm kinda a first take dude. The first time, cut that mic on, and the spirit is there, and what comes on the mic - I mean, even if I'm mumbling, I like to keep a lot of that initial thing that comes out. Cause that's the spirit.

I think, like, in real life, I'm actually quiet, and I mumble a lot. But that's not very lucrative.

And I still walk the sidewalk mumbling something about how it will all be fine Fine is its own crazy village on the Rhine Fine is the name of the cuckoo-clock maker Fine is the word the cuckoo cries every hour after hour on the hour— scrambling out of its dark little hole like something being chased with a knife by Time

Yeah," Jade said slowly, his finger tracing down a page. He walked up the long corridor mumbling something to himself. "Uum. Sir. Sir. SIR!" Jade snapped his head around, visible annoyed. "What?!" The woman's forehead wrinkled as she frowned. "The door's that way," she said, pointing to the other end of the hallway.

The old man moaned and maundered, murmured, muttered, mumbled odds of this and ends of that, bits and pieces, shreds and edges, full of ifs and whens and theres and thens, amounting in the end and all to six times less than nothing.

A little muzhik was working on the railroad, mumbling in his beard. And the candle by which she had read the book that was filled with fears, with deceptions, with anguish, and with evil, flared up with greater brightness than she had ever known, revealing to her all that before was in darkness, then flickered, grew faint, and went out forever.

I'mjustsayingshe'dbeallright," he mumbled, subsiding.

I'mjustsayingshe'dbeallright," he mumbled, subsiding. Blister looked mildly disgusted.

Chapin was secured in the backseat—the motor-pool cars had rings bolted to the floor for just that reason—and he sat in his durance vile mumbling, ranting, threatening, and overusing the same naughty word.

I'm not much into current electronic stuff, what I think of as lounge electronics, mumbling electronics.

I mumble a lot off-stage, I'm a mumbler. If I'm walking with a friend and I say something, he won't hear me, he'll say 'What?'. So I'll say it again, but once again he doesn't hear me, so he says 'What?'. But really it's just some insignificant sh*t that I'm saying, but now I'm yelling, 'That tree is far away.'