S Quotes
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“Slowing down reminds you that the journey is supposed to be fun.”
“Slowing down the rate of our connections, rather than collecting people like their business cards or stamps, and making those connections deeper and more meaningful, luxuriating in them, is itself a step toward liberation.”
“Slowing down was how we remembered what we never wanted to forget.”
Source: LA on LSD
“Slowing it all down and analyzing our mental approach is a surprisingly effective way of becoming a better player.”
“Slowly ... the truth is dawning upon women, and still more slowly upon men, that woman is no stepchild of nature, no Cinderella of fate to be dowered only by fairies and the Prince; but that for her and in her, as truly as for and in man, life has wrought its great experiences, its master attainments, its supreme human revelations of the stuff of which worlds are made.”
Source: Woman's Share in Social Culture
“Slowly, a sort of mutually reliant affection took shape there at the maw of hell.”
Source: Guardian: Zhen Hun (Novel) Vol. 3
“Slowly, Aaron looks up at me. His face is blank even as he says, "April twenty-fourth."
"April twenty-fourth," I say, smiling. "That's great. We can have cake.”
Source: Defy Me
“Slowly accepting that it's okay to lose the passion I had for what once kindled a fire in me. For maybe this is life's way of pushing me into experiencing more. May God grant us less clinging and more moving on, more letting go.”
“Slowly and imperceptibly old age comes creeping on.”
“Slowly and painfully man is learning that he must do unto others what he would have them do to him.”
“Slowly and steadily, as the rush to “gain the benefits” of meditation fades away and the depth of the experience itself becomes apparent, your patience will strengthen and your need to be “moving on to the next moment” will begin to recede.”
Source: Practical Meditation for Beginners: 10 Days to a Happier, Calmer You
“Slowly, as if it weighed a hundred pounds, the bondservant lifted his chin. Molten amber eyes, sharply carved jawline, and the unmistakable scowl of Kade.”
Source: Heart of Flames
“Slowly, Azure began to understand that family was more than simply those whom you were born into. It was far more intrinsic and nuanced than that, and something within him vibrated with joy, as if he had unlocked or simply understood a key element of the puzzle that left a gaping hole of who he was.”
Source: The Boy who was King
“Slowly blossomed, slowly ripened in Siddhartha the realisation, the knowledge, what wisdom actually was, what the goal of his long search was. It was nothing but a readiness of the soul, an ability, a secret art, to think every moment, while living his life, the thought of oneness, to be able to feel and inhale the oneness.”
Source: Siddhartha
“Slowly but certainly the proletarian, by every political reform which secures his well-being under new rules of insurance, of State control in education, of State medicine and the rest, is developing into the slave, leaving the rich man apart and free. All industrial civilization is clearly moving towards the re-establishment of the Servile State.”
Source: Essays of a Catholic
“Slowly but inexorably crawling upon my consciousness and rising above every other impression, came a dizzying fear of the unknown; a fear all the greater because I could not analyse it, and seeming to concern a stealthily approaching menace; not death, but some nameless, unheard-of thing inexpressibly more ghastly and abhorrent.”
Source: Delphi Complete Works of H. P. Lovecraft (Illustrated)
“Slowly, but steadily, my feelings did start to change- feelings about myself as a woman and feelings about what sexuality really is and what it really isn't. I -like most everyone who identified as gay or lesbian -felt very comfortable, very at home in mu body in my lesbianism. One doesn't repent for a sin of identity in one session. Sins of identity have multiple dimensions, and throughout this journey, I have come to my pastor and his wife, friends in the Lord, and always to the Lord himself with different facets of my sin. I don't mean different incidents or examples of the same sin, but different facets of sin -how pride, for example, informed my decision-making, or how my unwillingness to forgive others had landlocked my heart in bitterness. I have walked this journey with help. There is no other way to do it I still walk this journey with help.”
“Slowly but steadily your rights are being taken away by the hysteria orchestrated in the communist country. China always wanted to force barbarism on the rest of the world. they seemed to have succeeded with coronavirus. This, if allowed will be goodbye to Freedom”
“Slowly but surely, I grew more and more disoriented, increasingly more detached from the world, something sad and awful straining around the edges of my mouth, surfacing in my eyes.”
Source: House of Leaves
“Slowly but surely I have been soaking Rilke up these last few months: the man, his work and his life. And that is probably the only right way with literature, with study, with people or with anything else: to let it all soak in, to let it all mature slowly inside you until it has become a part of yourself. That, too, is a growing process. Everything is a growing process. And in between, emotions and sensations that strike you like lightning. But still the most important thing is the organic process of growing.”
Source: An Interrupted Life: The Diaries of Etty Hillesum, 1941-1943
“Slowly but surely the sea is freezing over.”
Source: Journals: Captain Scott's Last Expedition
“Slowly but surely, the older I get, the fatter I get. It just goes.”
“Slowly but surely, the U.S. military is being converted into a global oil-protection service.”
Source: Blood and Oil: The Dangers and Consequences of America's Growing Dependency on Imported Petroleum
“Slowly but surely, we are acquiring that famous culture of democracy, which is our objective.”
“Slowly but surely, we are decreasing unemployment and we are restoring confidence to the future of the Greek economy.”
“Slowly but surely, we're beginning to turn the tide on childhood obesity in America. Together, we are inspiring leaders from every sector to take ownership of this issue.”
“Slowly but surly I want to strip her of every kind of happiness as to make a saint of her.”
“Slowly, but very deliberately, the brooding edifice of seduction, creaking and incongruous, came into being, a vast Heath Robinson mechanism, dually controlled by them and lumbering gloomily down vistas of triteness. With a sort of heavy-fisted dexterity the mutually adapted emotions of each of them became synchronised, until the unavoidable anti-climax was at hand. Later they dined at a restaurant quite near the flat.”
Source: Afternoon Men
“Slowly but without question - and Presidents' Day is only one example - Americans are forgetting and ignoring the men and events that have made this nation great.”
“Slowly counting down the days
Till I finally know your name
The way your hand feels round my waist
The way you laugh, the way your kisses taste
I missed you but I haven't met you
Oh but I want to
How I do”
“Slowly, Dana walked around the long table and stared at them.
The moment stretched.
They sent her encouraging smiles.
“Okay,” she announced, “I’m not gonna lie. This is freaking me out a little.”
Source: Blade of Darkness
“Slowly, Delphine began to understand that each dish was created, not merely cooked as one would cook a slice of toast. Each had its own beauty and depth: its own poetry.
Course after course, the finished plates were passed among the chefs and sampled with care: small briny oysters from Corsica were nestled into a bed of pink rock salt; white asparagus were trimmed and served alongside a smoked duck salad; cream-fed pork was braised with pears and apples, and new potatoes were browned in duck fat and dusted with late summer truffles. Each dish was more amazing than the last.”
Source: White Truffles in Winter
“Slowly, even though I thought it would never happen, New York lost its charm for me. I remember arriving in the city for the first time, passing with my parents through the First World's Club bouncers at Immigration, getting into a massive cab that didn't have a moment to waste, and falling in love as soon as we shot onto the bridge and I saw Manhattan rise up through the looks of parental terror reflected in the window. I lost my virginity in New York, twice (the second one wanted to believe he was the first so badly). I had my mind blown open by the combination of a liberal arts education and a drug-popping international crowd. I became tough. I had fun. I learned so much.
But now New York was starting to feel empty, a great party that had gone on too long and was showing no sign of ending soon. I had a headache, and I was tired. I'd danced enough. I wanted a quiet conversation with someone who knew what load-shedding was.”
Source: Moth Smoke
“Slowly, ever so slowly, the heavy door to the chorus room creaked open. We all looked to see who was entering the room.
It was a girl. She was of average height, clad in new 'first day of the semester' jeans, a white blouse that peeked out from under a navy-blue jacket, and clean new Keds girls’ sneakers. Her chestnut-colored hair was pulled up into a ponytail, and her cheeks were rosy against her pale skin, partly because it was cold outside, partly because she thought she was interrupting the class.
'Can I help you?' Mrs. Quincy asked.
The girl hesitated at the door, clutching her backpack tightly. She looked at Mrs. Quincy nervously and fumbled for a piece of paper in her pocket. She walked up to the teacher, holding out the class schedule change form with both hope and a bit of fear. She bit her lip and waited for Mrs. Quincy’s reaction, hoping she wouldn’t be turned away or scolded.”
Source: Reunion: Coda: Book 2 of the Reunion Duology
“Slowly falling at this moment the whole world is quiet.”
“Slowly, fearfully, I crept into the kitchen. The gas-smell burned my nostrils. It hadn't been on long enough to fill the room and spill out to the rest of the house. But its intent was clear: my mother was sitting on a chrome dinette chair, legs crossed at the ankles, her arms dropped down her sides toward the floor, as if in submission to her impending death. (The Women in Me: How They Helped Me Survive and Thrive, p. 13)”
Source: The Women in Me: How They Helped Me Survive and Thrive
“Slowly gently night creeps up on you, more gentle than light, it helps you realize how much the light hinders you. In the darkness your senses learn when they should quit – in the embrace of the dark everything becomes what it really is. People fear the dark but unlike the light it does not lie to you. In the dark you can go where you long to be.”
Source: Trigger Warning: Short Fictions and Disturbances
“Slowly, Genya stood, and silence fell around her. "How old are you, Yuri ?"
"Eighteen, moi soverenyi"
"When i was a year older than you, the Darkling set his mosnters on me, creatures born of the power you venerate so much. They had a taste for human flesh. He had to force them to stop."
"Then he was not so cruel-"
Genya held up a hand, and Nikolai was glad to see Yuri shut is mouth. "The Darkling didn't want me to die. He wante me to live - like this."
"More fool of him,"sais Nikolai quietly, "to let such soldier survive.”
Source: King of Scars
“Slowly, God is opening my eyes to needs all around me. In Scripture, God revisits this issue of caring for the poor- an echo that repeats itself from Genesis to Revelation. The Bible acknowledges that the poor will always be part of society, but God takes on their cause. The Mosaic law of the Old Testament is filled with regulations to prevent and eliminate poverty. The poor were given the right to glean- to take produce from the unharvested edges of the fields, a portion of the tithes, and a daily wage. The law prevented permanent slavery by releasing Jewish bondsmen and women on the sabbatical and Jubilee year and forbade charging interest on loans. In one of his most tender acts, God made sure that the poor- the aliens, widows, and orphans- were all invited to the feasts.”
Source: The Sacred Echo
“Slowly, he dropped to one knee and reached into his coat.
Panic gripped her. Once upon a time, this was all she wanted, someone who would commit to her, who would promise to never leave. But his being here was already an answer to prayer in itself. For the first time in her life, she could see the value of patience. Her relationship with Justin wasn't something she wanted to rush.
And then she exhaled on a relieved laugh when the package he withdrew from his coat turned out to be not a ring box, but something flat and rectangular wrapped in flowered paper.
"I may not be as steady and reliable as Gabriel Oak, and I most certainly know nothing about sheep, but I promise you I will never be a Sergeant Troy. Will you give me another chance?"
Slowly, she pulled the paper away to reveal the last thing she'd expected: the long-desired, impossible-to-find yellowback edition of Far from the Madding Crowd.”
Source: Brunch at Bittersweet Café
“Slowly he f**ks my arse, pushing himself in and out of me. The sensation is so intense. I feel like my inner slut has finally been freed, and I revel in her carnal abandonment; throwing my head back while Mike rides me like an animal.”
Source: The Abduction
“Slowly, he leans down...
And then Nicholas presses his mouth against mine. Possessively. Boldly. Like he owns me. And in that moment he does.”
Source: Royally Screwed
“Slowly he took out the clothes in which, ten years beforem Cosette had left Montfermeil; first the little dress, then the black scarf, then the great heavy child's shoes Cosette could still almost have worn, so small was her foot, then the vest of very thich fustian, then the knitted petticoat, the the apron with pockets, then the wool stockings.... Then his venerable white head fell on the bed, this old stoical heart broke, his face was swallowed up, so to speak, in Cosette's clothes, and anybody who had passed along the staircase at that moment would have heard irrepressible sobbing.”
“Slowly he uncovered his face; and the effect was as if the moon emerging from eclipse should reappear with quite another aspect than that which had gone into hiding. The father in him, manifested toward Billy thus far in the scene, was replaced by the military disciplinarian.”
Source: Billy Budd and Other Tales
“Slowly, his hands coasted down to my hips, tracing my panties before he tugged them down. He looked up at me, even as his hand eased between my thighs. Ice-green eyes burned bright. "I've never wanted anyone as much as I want you." The calloused tips of his fingers slid along my swollen, slick sex. "Now that I have you, I don't know where to start."
My lids fluttered, hands clutching at his shoulders as he rubbed back and forth. "Right there works for me."
His smile was sin and promise. "You like that, honey?"
"Yes."
He toyed with the entrance to my sex, pausing there to push just enough for me to feel it, to want it. "How about here?"
"There is..." My breath caught. He pushed in, long strong fingers filling me.
"Is what?" he murmured darkly, those talented fingers slowly fucking me, as though he had all the time in the world. The blunt end of his thumb found my puffy clit and circled it.
I whimpered again, falling against him, my arms wrapping around his neck. "So fucking good."
He made a noise, possessive and greedy, his mouth finding my nipple, his long fingers pushing up into me. "God, you're perfect. So perfect for me."
The slight curl of his fingers hit a spot, and that was it. I came in waves, shaking with it, heat swamping me. His eyes held mine as he coaxed me along, drawing my pleasure out.
With a groan that sounded almost pained, Lucian slid to the floor, his wide shoulders edging between my legs. He palmed my thighs in his big hands to hold me steady. And then, with an impatient grunt, he leaned in and kissed my throbbing clit. Kissed it like he kissed my mouth, greedy and deep, licking and sucking, nibbling with firm lips.
I cried out again, my knees so weak he had to hold me up. He ate me like a dessert, lapping at my slit before thrusting his tongue inside me.
I couldn't take it. It was too much. I came again, writhing against his mouth.
"That's it," he said between frantic kisses. "That's it, Em. Work that sweet pussy on my mouth."
Oh, hell.
I crumpled, dislodging myself before falling onto his lap. I cupped the thick column of his nape and kissed him, drawing in his breath as he groaned and devoured me.”
Source: Make It Sweet
“Slowly his resistance ebbed. She felt the change in his body, the relaxing of tension, his shoulders curving around her as if he could draw her into himself. Murmuring her name, he brought her hand to his face and nuzzled ardently into her palm, his lips brushing the warm circlet of her gold wedding band. “My love is upon you,” he whispered…and she knew then that she had won.”
“Slowly, however, her lips curled again, her jaw locking open, baring her teeth with too much gum in a wrenching scream. The bloodcurdling sound ringing through his ears while her nails clawed at her chest, hands violently digging through the soft connective tissue and tearing it to ribbons, blood gushed thick and black over the pink of her dress, painting it red. It was then that Henry saw that there was something terrible inside her, attempting to break its way out.
It shattered the marrow of her ribs and slithered from her belly, melting away from her, into a grotesque creature with razor-sharp canines and claws drenched in blood. Her screaming becoming louder, Henry was sure his eardrums were about to burst, and he was caught in a state of paralysis, stuck watching her tear herself apart until all that was left of her was this monstrosity.”
Source: Blossom
“Slowly I began to realize that the bells and the confinement, the crazy sequences, the age-segregation, the lack of privacy, the constant surveillance, and all the rest of the national curriculum of schooling were designed exactly as if someone had set out to prevent children from learning how to think and act, to coax them into addiction and dependent behavior.”
Source: Dumbing Us Down: The Hidden Curriculum of Compulsory Schooling
“Slowly I came to know that the depth of our heartbreaks determines the depth of our faith. God gives us everything to conquer the big and the little hurts of life.”
“Slowly I felt flooded with that agonizing and poignant confusion that surely comes to all aging men experiencing their first adolescent love. I had no great wish to go on living; what was the point of a flawed happiness. According to Bonnard, the hardest moment of all is when the artist longs to keep on but he’s conscience tells him that one brushstroke more will spoil the entire painting. And man has to know when to stop.”