Quotes About Siren

O, train me not, sweet mermaid, with thy note, to drown me in thy sister's flood of tears.

The siren that is this city speaks to us insistently even after we've moved away. She belongs to us, truly, and to each in a different way. Paris nous appartient.

Every sound alarms.

The stage is more beholding to love, than the life of man; for as to the stage, love is even matter of comedies, and now and then of tragedies; but in life it doth much mischief; sometimes like a siren, sometimes like a fury.

But is it really you behind the pretenses beyond dust and distances beneath the salt and the siren announcements and ancient impurities and decays that claim to be you

This stupidity of sounding a siren and speeding through traffic with a coffin must be an African speciality.

A police car went by with its siren going, a rotary slurping noise, it sounded like the blender in their kitchen—she made fruit shakes compulsively that they felt morally bound to drink.

She seemed exotic and strange, a mysterious siren with devilish companions and spell-caught whorls that gleamed alluringly all over her pearl skin.

Perhaps that was the genuine siren's song of legend, the temptation to jettison the ballast of the past and rush weightless and unencumbered down a dark tunnel of rebirth. Perhaps that was the soul's destiny regardless.

Am urcat scara de incendiu purtat de dorin?a de a ?ti totul despre aceast? siren? cereasc?. Iar acum a? sta pironit, pân? când mijesc zorii, doar s? m? uit la spectacolul buzelor ei frem?t?toare.

He had me at "hallo." No red-blooded American can resist the siren song of TV exposure. It's our God-given right.

1. Deadly black humor of reality leads to a gene mutation of thinking. 2. 1. Inspiration is like a siren singing. 2. Golden petals of autumn as a dream of death, and golden nostalgia for the past life. Author: Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

A siren pierced the air, cutting off her breath. "Damn." A scowling Jessie pulled over to the side of the long, otherwise empty road. "I swear," the blonde muttered, "the hick cops have nothing better to do than hassle law-abiding citizen." "Jessie, we're actually—" "Shh. Think law-abiding thoughts.

Pardon if all the cleanness and the beauty Brave rhythym and the immemorial sea Ensare us sometimes with their siren song, Forgetful of our murderous intentions. Through our uneasy peacetime carnival Cold sweat of death holds us like a dew; Even this grey machinery of murder Holds beauty and the promise of a future.

It is natural for man to indulge in the illusions of hope. We are apt to shut our eyes against a painful truth, and listen to the song of that siren till she transforms us into beasts... For my part, whatever anguish of spirit it may cost, I am willing to know the whole truth, to know the worst, and to provide for it

it is natural to man to indulge in the illusions of hope. We are apt to shut our eyes against a painful truth, and listen to the song of that siren till she transforms us into beasts.