Quotes About Crunching

there are only these: sparkling eyes, smudged lipstick, fading starlight, the crunching of feet on gravel, laughter, and a slow walk home.

The word just hangs, until Severin starts the blender and there's only the sound of crunching and grinding vitamins, the silvery core of nourishment, containing every essential thing but the nourishment itself.

Life is singing also in the sand crunching under the slow and heavy steps of the guards, when we know how to listen to it.

but had forgotten all their names. A light burnt over the door. He went up the path, sea-pebbles crunching

the summer of the gypsy moths when all the trees in their yard were bare, the leaves chewed by caterpillars. You could hear crunching in the night. You could see silvery cocoon webbing in porch rafter and strung across stop signs.

Life is singing also in the sand crunching under the slow and heavy steps of the guards, when we know how to listen to it.

Knowledge crunching is an exploration, and you can't know where you will end up.

And I thought to myself: This is what Creation looked like. The same stillness, the same crunching of bone.

There was nothing wistful or tentative about that smile. It came slowly, but ended in a total crunching of her features as though a winged cherub had just flown by and whispered a marvelously funny joke into her ear.

they are transforming their organizations into armies of killer apps and crunching their way to victory.

I set out to create chips that used low-energy technology, and that has allowed me to develop devices that can do all their data crunching on site.

Now, remember: they're not for eating, but for listening, because you'll often be hungry for sounds as well as food. Here are street noises at night, train whistles from a long way off, dry leaves burning, busy department stores, crunching toast, creaking bed springs, and of course, all kinds of laughter. There's a little of each, and in far off, lonely places, I think you will be glad to have them.

CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH. Mmmmm, mmmmm. Crunch crunch crunch. There was someone in my room, someone crouching at the bottom of the bed eating something. Enjoying it too, by the sound of it. Mmmmmm, mmmmm. Crunch, crunch.

I should have asked him where he lives, I thought. I'll have to remember for next time. Then I had an idea. I'll follow him home, I decided. I turned and trotted along the path. I could hear Joe's crunching footsteps a little up ahead. I slowed to a walk. I didn't want him to catch me following him. That would be so not cool.