Quotes About Siren

My brow still burns from the kiss of the queen; I have dreamed in the grotto where the siren swims . . .

I'm a praying atheist. When I hear an ambulance siren, I ask for a blessing for those people in trouble, knowing that no one's listening. I think it's just a habit of mindfulness.

The first job I booked was on 'True Blood.' I played a blood siren.

the siren song/called silence

Even when she was on her knees- filled with my darkness- she was still shining bright. My Siren's song, my exposed nerve. She lured me in and made me feel. And then she left me to perish.

I'm a mermaid now, half my body.

I learned that childhood rhyme or the dictum that demanded you scratch your head every time you heard a siren, lest the next siren be for you. But I do know when I started doing it, and now it's become second nature. Still, in a place like Manhattan, where the sirens are always blaring, it can become exhausting to keep up.

No siren did ever so charm the ear of the listener as the listening ear has charmed the soul of the siren.

de satan ou de dieu, qu'importe! ange ou sirène, qu'importe, si tu rends -- fée aux yeux de velours, rythme, parfum, lueur, ô mon unique reine! -- l'univers moins hideux et les instants moins lourds?

Que tu viennes du ciel ou de l'enfer, qu'importe, Ô Beauté, monstre énorme, effrayant, ingénu! Si ton Å"il, ton souris, ton pied, m'ouvrent la porte D'un Infini que j'aime et n'ai jamais connu ? De Satan ou de Dieu, qu'importe ? Ange ou Sirène, Qu'importe, si tu rends, – fée aux yeux de velours, Rythme, parfum, lueur, ô mon unique reine ! – L'univers moins hideux et les instants moins lourds.

Maggie waved a gnarled finger in my direction. "Mention one word," she said, voice sharp but grey eyes twinkling with merriment, "and I'll curse your sex life for the next year." I snorted. "Curse away. It can't get any worse." She shook her head. "How can a siren have such a pathetic love life?" "Because I'm a siren who can't actually sing, remember?

But the most impressive Markov warriors and Siren Servers are not at Google or Amazon or Facebook. They reside at a little-known but astonishingly successful company transforming the world of finance. The real Markovian masters of the universe run a venture in Setauket, Long Island, called Renaissance Technologies. It is the Google-era titan of finance and investment.

Every man needs his Siren To check his courage and strength When he hears her song In his travels through the unknown.

The Siren waits thee, singing song for song.

It is natural to indulge in the illusions of hope. We are apt to shut our eyes to that siren until she allures us to our death.

The star waits for the boy, for the man. See the name, read the name, say the name and its ice burns through the fire. One for the seer, two for the siren, three for the soldier. Dare the storm, children of the gods, and take them home." Sasha

I drank a little California Mountain Red at home and thought--why not--wherever you turn someone is shouting give me liberty of I give you death. Perfectly sensible, thing-owning, Church-fearing neighbours flop their hands over their ears at the sound of a siren to keep fallout from taking hold of their internal organs. You have to be cockeyed to love, and blind in order to look out the window at your own ice-cold street.

The siren of the springs of guilty song— Let us take her on the incandescent wax Striated with nuances, nervosities That we are heir to

Rising only to the edge of her waist — for she knew full well how the sight of a tail affects mortal men — the mermaid showed the prince her shell-like breasts, her pearly skin, the phosphorescence of her hair. She held a webbed hand over her mouth, her fingers as slim as the ribs of a fan. Then she pulled her hand away, displaying her smile. She was well trained in the arts of seduction, as was he. Royalty abounds in it.

Closure is a false harmony, a siren song masquerading as a swan song.

I have important information for you." The vowel in you suggested a siren dopplering past, then gone.

The cakes and pies and casseroles beckoned like gastronomic sirens, and there was no one to lash me to the mast.

Follow the siren's call, and you'll probably end up in the hospital.

The second shift's 1600h. siren down at Sunstrand Power & Light is creepily muffled by the no-sound of falling snow.