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“But when I breath with the birds, The spirit of wrath becomes the spirit of blessings, And the dead begin from their dark to sing in my sleep.”

Spirit Dark Sleep Blessing Bird Breaths Wrath

Book:The achievement of Theodore Roethke: a comprehensive selection of his poems

Source: The achievement of Theodore Roethke: a comprehensive selection of his poems

“I ask myself what is the sound of women? What is the word for that still thing I have hunted inside them for so long? Deep inside the avalanche of joy, the thing deeper in the dark, and deeper still in the bed where we are lost. Deeper, deeper down where a woman's heart is holding its breath, where something very far away in that body is becoming something we don't have a name for.”

Heart Long Stills Body Joy Asks Names Lost Sound Women Dark Becoming Bed Breaths Deeper Far Away Deep Inside Hunted Avalanches Becoming Something Long Deep

Book:Refusing Heaven

Source: Refusing Heaven

“Dark the Night, with breath all flowers, And tender broken voice that fills With ravishment the listening hours,-- Whisperings, wooings, Liquid ripples, and soft ring-dove cooings In low-toned rhythm that love's aching stills! Dark the night Yet is she bright, For in her dark she brings the mystic star, Trembling yet strong, as is the voice of love, From some unknown afar.”

Source: The Complete Works of George Eliot in Eighteen Volumes: Poems

“No acting, no production, could take the place of that moment when you come out in the dark on to the stage and the drummer plays four beats on the hi-hat and then lights and music. It just takes your breath away. No words can do what music can.”

Play Moments Light Can Do Dark Acting Four Stage Beats Breaths Productions Hats That Moment Drummer

Author:Ken Stott

“Huge knots of sea-weed hung upon the jagged and pointed stones, trembling in every breath of wind; and the green ivy clung mournfully round the dark and ruined battlements. Behind it rose the ancient castle, its towers roofless, and its massive walls crumbling away, but telling us proudly of its own might and strength, as when, seven hundred years ago, it rang with the clash of arms, or resounded with the noise of feasting and revelry.”

Source: Charles Dickens: The Complete Christmas Novels & Tales (Illustrated): 30 Classics in One Volume: A Christmas Carol, The Battle of Life, The Chimes, Oliver Twist, Tom Tiddler's Ground, The Holly-Tree, Doctor Marigold, The Pickwick Papers, Great Expectations and more

“You are in a place that has not been seen for tens of thousands of years, because it was so sealed off. There is such silence that when you hold your breath you can hear your own heartbeat. Everything is so fresh that you have the sensation that the painters have merely retreated deeper into the dark and that they are looking at you.”

Years Dark Silence Breaths Deeper Painter Sensations Heartbeat

Author:Werner Herzog

“My favourite writer is Beckett and I keep going back to wallow in his work like a deep pool of dark humour or like an oxygen tank when you can't breath in a world consumed by piety, hypocrisy and self-satisfaction.”

World Self Dark Humour Breaths Satisfaction Hypocrisy Keep Going Pool Favourite Oxygen Consumed Tanks Piety Beckett Self-satisfaction

Author:Simon Critchley

“When your eyes are fixed in the stare of unconsciousness, and your throat coughs the last gasping breath - as one dragged in the dark to a great precipice - what assistance are a wife and child?”

Children Eye Lasts Dark Wife Breaths Staring Fixed Throat Assistance Unconsciousness Precipice

Author:George Bernard Shaw

“Other sound than the owl's voice there was none, save the falling of a fountain into its stone basin; for, it was one of those dark nights that hold their breath by the hour together, and then heave a long low sigh, and hold their breath again.”

Long Together Night Fall Sound Voice Hours Dark Lows Stones Breaths Sigh Fountain Owl Dark Night

Book:British Classics: A Tale of Two Cities (Illustrated)

Source: British Classics: A Tale of Two Cities (Illustrated)

“His mouth opens. From inside him comes a slow stream, without breath, without interruption. It flows up through his body and out upon me; it passes through the cabin, through the wreck; washing the cliffs and shores of the island, it runs northward and southward to the ends of the earth. Soft and cold, dark and unending, it beats against my eyelids, against the skin of my face.”

Ends Body Running Earth Faces Dark Cold Beats Mouths Flow Skins Breaths Islands Streams Shore Cliffs Wrecks Washing Interruptions Unending Cabins Eyelids

Book:Foe: A Novel

Source: Foe: A Novel

“There was her face, like a summer peach, beautiful and warm, and the light of the candles reflected in her dark eyes. [He] held his breath. The entire world waited and held its breath.”

World Light Eye Beautiful Faces Dark Summer Breaths Warm Candle Peaches Dark Eyes

Author:Ray Bradbury

“What frightens you? What makes the hair on your arms rise, your palms sweat, the breath catch in your chest like a wild thing caged? Is it the dark? A fleeting memory of a bedtime story, ghosts and goblins and witches hiding in the shadows? Is it the way the wind picks up just before a storm, the hint of wet in the air that makes you want to scurry home to the safety of your fire? Or is it something deeper, something much more frightening, a monster deep inside that you've glimpsed only in pieces, the vast unknown of your own soul where secrets gather with a terrible power, the dark inside?”

Source: A Great and Terrible Beauty

“Awareness There is a dark place. A place where I have no eyes, no mouth. No words. I can't cry out because I have no breath. The silence is so deep I want to die. But I can't. The darkness and silence go on forever. It is not a dream. I don't dream.”

Want I Can Dream Eye Dies Dark Silence Darkness Forever Awareness Cry Goes On Mouths Breaths Silence Is Wanting To Die Dark Places I Want To Die

Book:The Adoration of Jenna Fox: Chapters 1-5

Source: The Adoration of Jenna Fox: Chapters 1-5

““Hey, Adam,” I said. “I thought you'd want to know that Warren and Darryl made it out of the vampire den alive.” I sucked in my breath. “You didn't actually agree to their meeting on Marsilia's grounds?” He laughed. “No, it just sounded better than saying they made it out of Denny's alive. It might not be romantic, but it's open all night and set in the middle of a brightly lit parking lot with no dark places for skulking parties to ambush from.””

Knows Want Made Said Might Night Dark Party Alive Middle Breaths Agree Meetings Hey Made It Vampire Laughed Adam Lit All Night Parking Dark Places Dens Parking Lot Ambush

Author:Patricia Briggs

“Would you leave me alone, you walking pair of boots! Let go of my easel, you refugee from a luggage factory. If you need some wood for a toothpick, there’s a bunch of it on the porch. (Sunshine) Beth. What are you doing?...She says she was forcing you inside before it got dark and something decided to eat you. (Talon) Tell Swamp Breath I was headed this way. Why was she…Oh jeez, am I really have a conversation with a gator? (Sunshine)”

“I can't take not knowing what the next day will bring- the uncertainty is sawing me in two. The room is dark. A flickering candle burns on the window ledge a few feet away. I take a deep breath, which is to say, as deep a breath as I can take. "Are you okay?" Sarah asks. I wrap my arms around her. "I miss you," I say. "You miss me? But I'm right here." "That's the worst way to miss somebody. When they' re right beside you and you miss them anyway.”

“But since then, it seemed he had been caught up in a hurricane, whirling from one thing to another with scarcely enough time to catch a breath. Perhaps that was good. Because if he stopped and took the time to think about things too deeply, dark thoughts started to intrude.”

Ifs Thinking Enough Dark One Thing Breaths Caught Caught Up Hurricanes Enough Time Time To Think Dark Thoughts

Author:Brian Falkner

“To run with the wolf was to run in the shadows, the dark ray of life, survival and instinct. A fierceness that was both proud and lonely, a tearing, a howling, a hunger and thirst. Blessed are they who hunger and thirst. A strength that would die fighting, kicking, screaming, that wouldn't stop until the last breath had been wrung from its body. The will to take one's place in the world. To say 'I am here.' To say 'I am.”

World Body Running Lasts Dies Fighting Dark Proud Survival Shadow Lonely Breaths Blessed Instinct Hunger Rays Thirst Kicking Places In The World Fierceness Hunger And Thirst

Author:O.R. Melling

“Dawn's faint breath breathes with your mouth at the ends of empty streets. Gray light your eyes, sweet drops of dawn on dark hills. Your steps and breath like the wind of dawn smother houses. The city shudders, Stones exhale— you are life, an awakening. Star lost in the light of dawn, trill of the breeze, warmth, breath— the night is done. You are light and morning.”

Ends Done Light Eye Night House Lost Stars Dark Cities Steps Morning Streets Sweet Wind Mouths Stones Empty Breaths Breathe Awakening Hills Dawn Gray Warmth Breeze Empty Streets Trill

Author:Cesare Pavese

“She still had her bad days, no question, when the black dog of depression sniffed her out and settled its crushing weight on her chest and breathed its pungent dog breath in her face. On those days she called in sick to the IT shop where, most days, she untangled tangled networks for a song. On those days she pulled down the shades and ran dark for twelve or twenty-four or seventy-two hours, however long it took for the black dog to go on home to its dark master.”

Long Stills Two Home Faces Song Black Hours Dark Four Dog Masters Goes On Sick Weight Twenties Breaths Ran Crush Shops Chests Shade Twelve Seventies Bad Day Tangled

Author:Lev Grossman

“The heavy eyelids snapped open. Jack froze. A huge gold-and-amber eye, as big as a dinner plater, stared at him. The dark pupil shrank, focusing. Jack stood very still. The colossal head turned, the scaled lip only three feet from Jack. The golden eyes gazed at him, wirling with fiery color. Jack breathed in tiny, shallow breaths. Dont blink. Don't blink... Two gusts of wind erutped from the wyvern's nostrils Jack jumped straight up, bounced off the ground into another jump, and scrambled up the nearest tree. In the clearing, Gaston bent over, guffawing like an idiot. 'It's not funny!”

“I try to catch my breath and calm myself down, but it isn't easy. I was dead. I was dead, and then i wasn't, and why? Because of Peter? Peter? I stare at him. He still looks so innocent, despite all that he has done to prove that he is not. His hair lies smooth against his head, shiny and dark, like we didn't just run for a mile at full speed. His round eyes scan the stairwell and then rest on my face. "What?" he says. "Why are you looking at me like that?" " How did you do it?" I say.”

Trying Looks Stills Done Eye Running Faces Lying Easy Dark Hair Prove Breaths Rounds Calm Speed Miles Innocent Despite Staring Peter Smooth

Author:Veronica Roth

“His dark hair is perfectly recklessly up today, those tanned muscles flexing as he extends out his arms and does his little turn. And here I am, my breath caught between my lungs and my lips as he turns around and scans the crowd. As soon as he spots me, his eyes come alive, as alive as I feel when he smiles at me. He holds my gaze while those dimples flash, and I swear he stares at me in a way that makes me feel that I am the only woman here.”

Way Feels Littles Doe Eye Today Turns Dark Alive Hair Arms Breaths Lips Caught Crowds Spots Staring His Eyes Muscles Flash Swear Lungs Here I Am Dimples Dark Hair Flexing

Author:Katy Evans

“I wonder what kinds of songs Preston's father sang to him." Zach raised his eyebrows. "I wonder if he's in a cell humming them to himself right now." I should have said something-done something. He was in a dark place, there in the moonlight. But before I could say a word, Zach took a deep breath and looked up at the fortress. "I wonder if I should join him.”

Ifs Should Kind Said Done Song Father Dark Wonder Right Now Should Have Breaths Raised Cells Eyebrows Moonlight Deep Breath Dark Places Fortresses Humming

Author:Ally Carter

“When swimming into a dark tunnel,there arrives a point of no return when you no longer have enough breath to double back.your choice is to swim forward into the unknown....and pray for an exit”

Enough Choices Dark Return Praying Breaths Swim Swimming Tunnels Exit

Book:Inferno: Special Illustrated Edition (Enhanced): Featuring Robert Langdon

Source: Inferno: Special Illustrated Edition (Enhanced): Featuring Robert Langdon

“Love is . . .” An old memory with Adrian came back to me, and some of the turbulent emotion I always carried within me these days welled up in my chest. It was stupid, feeling so lovesick when he’d been gone less than a day, but I couldn’t get him or the ways he described love out of my head. “. . . a flame in the dark. A breath of warmth on a winter’s night. A star that guides you home.”

Way Feelings Home Night Stars Memories Dark Love Is Emotion Gone Stupid Breaths Winter Guides These Days Flames Chests Warmth Old Memories

Book:The Fiery Heart: A Bloodlines Novel

Source: The Fiery Heart: A Bloodlines Novel

“One night she hid the pink cotton scarf from her raincoat in the pillowcase when the nurse came around to lock up her drawers and closets for the night. In the dark she had made a loop and tried to pull it tight around her throat. But always just as the air stopped coming and she felt the rushing grow louder in her ears, her hands would slacken and let go, and she would lie there panting for breath, cursing the dumb instinct in her body that fought to go on living”

“It can be a way of knowledge, a path, an inspiration, a Tao, an ordering, a memory, a fantasy, a seduction, a prayer, a summoning, an incantation murmured under the breath as the torchlights sink lower and the forest looms taller and the wolves howl louder and the fire prepares for its submission to the encroaching dark.”

Way Inspiration Memories Dark Prayer Fantasy Path Fire Breaths Forests Seduction Tao Submission Howl Summoning

Author:John Lanchester

“Our children will be born of our actions. Our accidents will become their destinies. Oh, the actions will remain. It is a simple matter of what you will do when the chips are down, my friend. When the fat lady is singing. When the walls are falling in, and the sky is dark, and the ground is rumbling. In that moment our actions will define us. And it makes no difference whether you are being watched by Allah, Jesus, Buddah, or whether you are not. On cold days a man can see his breath, on a hot day he can't. On both occasions, the man breathes.”

Source: White Teeth