Quotes About Hooded

Truth be told, Patrick was staring at something in particular. Before him, at a distance about half the length of the boat, stood a creature of nightmare that returned his stare. Though Patrick could not see the thing's face, he knew it was looking right at him. That was how it always was. No face. No identity. Even the hands were gloved. But it was obvious that the robed and hooded figure had come to haunt him like some hellish visitation.

Matt was glad that he had worn his old hooded blue sweatshirt rather than the new red one his mother had wanted him to wear. They would have thought I was a redcoat for sure , he thought, making his way through the groups of soldiers that were on the shore.

Once, she came face-to-face with a heavyset man wearing a hooded short cloak. They came level with each other under one of the infrequent lanterns and she could make out only the lower half of his face. The upper half was shaded by the hood. She had an impression of a dark, full beard. In the shadow of his hood, his eyes were unblinking, staring at her.

A small piece of truth, I do not carry a sickle or a scythe. I only wear a black hooded robe when it's cold. And I do not have those skull-like facial features that you seem to enjoy pinning on me from a distance. Want to know what I truly look like? I'll help you out. Find yourself a mirror while I continue.

The story of the odd ones is perhaps no more interesting than the story that might be written of the letters that "tip them off." A story here, of the harried, buried little figures that make up the swarm of the city and of the way they glimpse mystery out of the corners of their eyes. Of the way they pause for a moment on their treadmill to wonder about the silent, shuffling caricature with its hooded face and its thin fingers groping under its heavy black cloak.

There are at least two hundred of them. And if you should read them all through at one sitting you would get a strange sense that this caricature of the hooded face was talking to you. That the Queer One who shuffles through the streets was sitting beside you and whispering marvelous things into your ear.

Looking at my smarmy grin, my hooded eyes, I thought, I would hate this guy.

The dancers were whisked away to the hospital suffering from severe electrolyte imbalances, which my mind insisted on processing as "severe acolyte imbalances." Once I'd been assured they'd be okay, I kept snickering at visions of little hooded figures singing Gregorian chants and stumbling around like drunkards.

Autumn rains drumming overhead, they had squatted in a half-circle, facing north, and watched as seven robed and hooded figures approached.

His hair was the color of dark coffee beans, a dark espresso, drawn back and tied at the nape of his neck. His face was that of an angel or a devil, strength and power, with a sensual mouth that hinted at cruelty; his hooded eyes were black obsidian, black ice, pure black magic.

The reason a falcon is hooded is exactly the reason a falconer is not: the birds can see so well that they would most likely be distracted by other prey much further away. The falconer hoods the bird and waits. He wants the falcon to only see what he sees.

Riding my calm dark mare, I was armed and in disguise: shod, braided, cloaked and hooded in green wool against the rain.

In the half-light through the drawn curtains she sits on her perch, relaxed, hooded, extraordinary. Formidable talons, wicked, curved black beak, sleek, cafe-au-lait front streaked thickly with cocoa-coloured teardrops, looking for all the world like some cappuccino samurai.

There floated into my inmost soul, endless processions of the whale, and, mid most of them all, one grand hooded phantom, like a snow hill in the air.

Issues of the Fairmount News from the early 1920s are replete with accounts of surprise appearances by hooded Klan representatives at local church services

Here were shadows on the window blinds of guests assembling, and there a group of pretty girls, hooded and Ugg-booted and all chattering at once, tripping off lightly to some near neighbor's house where woe would befall the single guy who saw them enter—they were artful witches, and they knew it.