Quotes About Softly

Sailboats with they were stars, floating softly through the sky, among our dreams that pay goodbye.

And when suddenly the god stopped her and, with anguish in his cry, uttered the words: 'He has turned round' – she comprehended nothing and said softly: 'Who?

It flourished on the air softly in vapors of cobalt light, whispering and sighing.

They softly issued forth exhalations of air that smelled like ancient yellow beasts.

Lymond said, very softly, in English, 'This is part of a plan to escape. Pretend to strike me, and listen.' 'You stinking catamite,' said Jerott; and with all his considerable strength launched a blow at Lymond's face which was very genuine indeed.

Then Richard said, 'That was crude, for you.' 'But as you will find,' said Lymond softly, addressing the sand, 'I am a very crude man.

Her hand waved softly to and fro, keeping the heat of the fire from her face.

I called him up from a phone booth. The voice that answered was fat. It wheezed softly, like the voice of a man who had just won a pie-eating contest.

The elevator had a carpeted floor and mirrors and indirect lighting. It rose as softly as the mercury in a thermometer.

Today, I am a clear stream flowing softly through green meadows. I make my way swiftly but gently to my goals.

Oh, God," he said softly to himself. "I knew you were trouble.

The only noise now was the rain, pattering softly with the magnificent indifference of nature for the tangled passions of humans.

And God would bid His warfare cease, Saying all things were well; And softly make a rosy peace, A peace of Heaven with Hell.

And when suddenly the god stopped her and, with anguish in his cry, uttered the words: 'He has turned round' – she comprehended nothing and said softly: 'Who?

My breath hovers over the river of God - / Softly I set my foot / On the path to my long home.

Tread softly for you tread on my dreams. -Honor,from the Summer King.

Sweet Thames, run softly till I end my song.

Hush! or you'll wake her. Softly tread! She slumbers in her little bed. What do I see? A coffin! Dead? Yes, dead at break of morning.

I'm not afraid," she said defensively. Now he seemed humored. "Of course. You're not afraid of anything. At least you think you're not. That's why I'm sending you home." Thank you for your advice." Rose thrust her chin in the air and marched away, not looking back. She was almost sure she heard him laughing softly behind her.

His face twitched, as if he were in pain. He said softly, 'Don't say that. Don't you understand? The whole point is, it's all a lie. You're not a toy at all.

Abruptly sagging, Chris stared at the floor. "Go ahead," she said softly. "Do whatever you have to. Just make her well." "May

He did an excellent Tarik impression, bringing his voice low and softly accenting the ends of his sentences. Scrubber, his raccoon, flailed and squirmed on the ground, pretending to be Monte himself. It was a light moment in the

The thought came creeping, just as the numbness came creeping, stealing over his senses, softly, smoothly, there in the silken silence.

Easy does it.