Quotes About Rushing

the rushing Pequod, freighted with savages, and laden with fire, and burning a corpse, and plunging into that blackness of darkness, seemed the material counterpart of her monomaniac commander's soul.

the ship was rushing through the water with a vindictive sort of leaping and melancholy rapidity

The media - they want to rush everything. They want to give their seedy opinions without knowing all the facts.

There are no singular tales. A life in solitude is a life rushing to death. But a blind man will never rush; he but feels his way, as befits an uncertain world.

All of the crazy, risky, wild, dangerous, irrational things I'd been doing, like rushing through my firsts. I'd been wrong, desperate. Just waiting for the end." - Edie

I hear the sound of my blood rushing out and I open my eyes to see it on the floor like ink and I watch as I end before I am empty.

Panic is the last thing we can afford," Coppelia said. "Panic will have everyone rushing off in different directions to try to 'save the Library.' Panic is the antithesis to good organization. Panic is messy. I am against panic on a point of principle.

Panic will have everyone rushing off in different directions to try to 'save the Library.' Panic is the antithesis to good organization. Panic is messy. I am against panic on a point of principle.

You hear rushing air. If you penetrate the hull at deep depth, the sudden pressure change inside the hull supposedly causes the air to ignite and everyone inside the boat incinerates. I

Luke ignites his lightsaber and screams in anger, rushing at his father with a frenzy we have not seen before.

What do you like to do?" She scuffed a toe amongst the rushes. "Needlework." "Very restful, isn't it?" "Well," said Arya, "not the way I do it.

With frantic Dean I was rushing through the world without a chance to see it.

come to represent for all of us, I thought of all my friends from one end of the country to the other and how they were really all in the same vast backyard doing something so frantic and rushing-about.

Sword, I name thee Brisingr! And with a sound of rushing wind the blade burst into flame, an envelope of sapphire-blue fire writhing about the razor-sharp steel.

Rushing, like wind through a door, and Karou was the door, and the wind was coming home, and she as also the wind. She was all: wind and home and door. She rushed into herself and was filled. She let herself in and was full.

You know what? For myself, I kind of like the spy because it takes another guy out of coverage or another guy out of rushing.

Attempting to squash your permeating stench of a loser by bum rushing every girl you come across is a bad look.

A train thunders by late at night, you gaze idly at the dark rushing mass, you see a patch of light and within that patch of light, a face; in a wink of time it is gone - but, having seen it, you know it will never be gone, you know you will see that face in your dreams perhaps forever. Such is the insubstantial stuff of which fiction - or madness - is made.

We stood side by side and looked out at the vastness, the possibility of everything out there. Within the universe, I felt like a speck, but within myself I felt gigantic, the salt air filling my lungs, the roaring of the waves rushing in my ears.

It was only the sea sounding weary After so many lifetimes Of pretending to be rushing off somewhere And never getting anywhere.

The rushing of his spirit from its prison-house was as rapid as a hunted cat passing over a garden fence.

He answered it to hear an unfamiliar voice. "Hello, Mr. King?" "Speaking." "This is Maxine, Sunny's supervisor. We need you to come down to Manhattan Hospital. Sunny needs—" He didn't wait for her to finish the sentence. "I'm on my way." He grabbed his keys and his cell phone and ran out of there as fast as humanly possible.

I used to think that love was simple and noticeable, like rain falling, so that just as you'd look at your skin and say Water, you would also wake in the morning and say Love. But it has been underneath, this new and old thing I feel, subterranean, silent and steady, like blood, rushing along and along without often making itself known.

Once I waked with a black void rushing under me.