Quotes About Ponderous

You type as fast as a one footed elephant.

A foolish man in wealth and authority is like a weak-timbered house with a too-ponderous roof.

I said, irritated by his tone. There's no rest for me till she's out in the Indian Ocean and not much of it even then. He puffed at his cigar moodily, as if transformed. Yes. That's what it amounts to, he said in a musing tone. It was as if a ponderous curtain had rolled up disclosing an unexpected Captain Giles. But it was only for a moment, just the time to let him add, Precious little rest in life for anybody. Better not think of it.

A strong and bitter book-sickness floods one's soul. How ignominious to be strapped to this ponderous mass of paper, print, and dead men's sentiments!

The things of God are of deep import; and time, and experience, and careful and ponderous and solemn thoughts can only find them out.

the ponderous ferocity of silence….

A Johnsonian portentousness emanated from him.

Indian democracy has often been likened to the stately progress of the elephant - ponderous in its gait and reluctant to change course, but not easily swayed from its new path when it does.

Everyone froze. In real time the whole sequence had probably taken ten seconds. In the slow motion of crisis time it had unreeled in ponderous elegance, and the crystalline immobility that followed was intensified by the lingering smell of gunfire, like an olfactory echo of the big bang.

His spare frame seemed somewhat bowed under the weight of the ponderous dignity which it carried about.

Women do that as they age, they lighten, become air, their souls ephemeral with memory and experience. Men become more ponderous with the passing of the years, heavy with regret.

When we are able to receive life's challenges as koans rather than problems, they become interesting and exciting, rather than ponderous and depressing.

Rose shifted her shopping bag off her lap and with a grunt levered her ponderous body upright; she smiled broadly at me, and with a cheery "Ta Gert, ta girls," she waddled towards the exit while I eased my shoulders in relief from the confining pressure of her body. God, what a huge woman.

He spoke so slowly, cobwebs could have formed between his words.

weirdness of Halloween gave birth to November, stately and ponderous, the dramatic darkening in the days. She rested, and tried to dig a deep hole for herself, pull in her soul's cloak around her. The light of December was pinched, and it hung down, glowering and tight, and then rushed toward the winter solstice. The

The beef and pudding were ponderous, but with due efforts they were overcome and disappeared.

THE DAUGHTER: You named the earth—is that the ponderous world And dark, that from the moon must take its light? THE VOICE: It is the heaviest and densest sphere. Of all that travel through the space. THE DAUGHTER: And is it never brightened by the sun? THE VOICE: Of course, the sun does reach it—now and then—

If you are going to have a system of hereditary privilege, then surely you have to take what comes your way no matter how ponderous the poor fellow may be or how curious his taste in mistresses.

You are so serious, as if a glacier spoke in your ear or you had to walk through the great gate of Kiev to get to the living room.

Skuta var topptung som en middagsløs student med hodet fullt av Aristoteles.

They tended to wield the huge blunt ax of the law in circumstances that required the delicate scalpel of common sense. [...] Policeman with their great big boots were not required here on a night like this. It would be a good idea to put a thumbtack under the ponderous feet of Justice.

She merely beamed a fatty beam. She was almost ponderous, and pink, with a tendency to a double chin.

serenely revelled in dalliance and delight. But even so, amid the tornadoed Atlantic of my being, do I myself still for ever centrally disport in mute calm; and while ponderous planets of unwaning woe revolve round me, deep down and deep inland there I still bathe me in eternal mildness of joy. Meanwhile

There was a sense of being in the midst of something having prodigious weight and volume but no form, of being utterly unable to utilize past experience.