Quotes About Shivering

There's blood on my mouth, and through the twisted collar of his shirt I can see a pale handprint darkening where my left hand clenched, somehow not hard enough to break skin, crush bone. My whole body shudders and he pulls me naked into his embrace. I bury my head against his shoulder and I am weeping, am laughing, am shivering in the cold capsule of air.

Spring-loaded, ceramic bolts shot home, the impact shivering through the walls of the world.

For many minutes, for many hours, for a bleak eternity, he lay awake, shivering, reduced to primitive terror, comprehending that he had won freedom, and wondering what he could do with anything so unknown and so embarrassing as freedom.

bonds are formed, death with the dead, those with no hope, the despair written in their eyes selling bit & pieces of shit called food for an extra sheet to put over their shivering bodies

listen, a goad's anything that provokes or incites an enemy --- let me have a go: cursed deamon! you have met your end! the shivering fire awaits you! i shall spread your vile essance across this hall like... um, like margarine, a very think layer of it... --- ye-es... im not sure he'll pick up on that analogy. never mind, keep going.

She woke shivering beneath a light coat of frost, missing the warmth of her kits.

He was shivering like a Wicklow sheepdog in a snowy yard, though the weather was officially 'clement'. The first layer of clothing was his jacket, the second his shirt, the third his long-johns, the fourth his share of lice, the fifth his share of fear.

Flamepaw felt a thrill of excitement shivering through his pelt.

bark that he could muster. "Come with me," he ordered. "Now." The Leashed Dogs grew still, looking about themselves in shock. Then they crept closer to him, shivering as they

in shock. Then they crept closer to him, shivering as they moved. Lucky gave a few barks and growls of encouragement as he began to guide them toward the thicker tree cover. There might be some risk of falling trees and branches, but it would be much more dangerous to let the Leashed Dogs go on working themselves into their panic out in the open, where any stray lashing

I was near the Niagara Falls where I was shivering and delivering my lines. It was minus 17 degrees and I had gone there without proper thermal wear. Tourists looked at me with horror thinking I had gone nuts.

Martha took another step. Titus put on a warm smile and beckoned for her to follow him inside. She made her way toward the porch, hugging herself, shivering from either cold or fear, though more likely a toxic combination of both. Her hair was wet. Her eyes had that look Titus had seen plenty of times before—like two shattered marbles. Titus

A delicate, inexorable lattice of inferences began to assemble themselves, like a crystal, in the old man's mind, shivering, catching the light in glints and surmises.

A restless shivering painted shadow In life, she is less than a shadow in death.

They who are at work abroad are not cold, but rather it is they who sit shivering in houses.

They who are at work abroad are not cold, but rather it is they who sit shivering in houses. As with temperatures, so with flavors; as with cold and heat, so with sour and sweet.

Why are you crying?" shivered the otter. "Because I am cold!" shouted the gnome. "Then why are you shouting?" chattered the otter. "Because," yelled the gnome, "when I shout it gets part of the cold from the inside out.

A wayward wind drew a wintry breath across the scene with a sound like a gasp, shivering the grasses.

His kiss was light but lingering, like smoke from shivering lips on a freezing winter morning.

A bit dramatic, and yet it had the likely desired effect of turning a badass like me into just another frightened ape shivering in the darkness

In the cold, shivering twilight, preceding the daybreak of civilization, the dominating emotion of man was fear.

My cat seeking a bed on the tiled floor Shakes his thin, mangy body ceaselessly; The soul of an old poet wanders in the rain-pipe With the sad voice of a shivering ghost.

Behold, in yon stripped Autumn, shivering gray, Earth knows no desolation, She smells regeneration In the moist breath of decay.

He was a Lannister of Casterly Rock, Lord Commander of the Kingsguard; no sellsword would make him scream. Sunlight ran silver along the edge of the arakh as it came shivering down, almost too fast to see. And Jaime screamed.