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“And friends, dear friends,--when it shall be That this low breath is gone from me, And gone my bier ye come to weep, Let One, most loving of you all, Say, "Not a tear must o'er her fall; He giveth His beloved sleep.”

Fall Sleep Gone Tears Lows Breaths Dear Beloved Dear Friend

Book:'He Giveth His Beloved Sleep'

Source: 'He Giveth His Beloved Sleep'

“I do not see them here; but after death God knows I know the faces I shall see, Each one a murdered self, with low last breath. 'I am thyself,what hast thou done to me?' 'And Iand Ithyself,' (lo! each one saith,) 'And thou thyself to all eternity!”

Knows Self Done Lasts Faces Lows Eternity Breaths God Knows Thyself After Death

Author:Dante Gabriel Rossetti

“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

“Ive lived this very dramatic life, with high points and terrible low points. Nothing has been ordinary, and I want to have the experience of the last breath. I want a little drama to it.”

Want Littles Has Beens Lasts Terrible Drama Lows Ordinary Breaths Dramatic High Points Low Points Dramatic Life

Author:Dominick Dunne

“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)

“I am in need of music that would flow Over my fretful, feeling finger-tips, Over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips, With melody, deep, clear, and liquid-slow. Oh, for the healing swaying, old and low, Of some song sung to rest the tired dead, A song to fall like water on my head, And over quivering limbs, dream flushed to glow! There is a magic made by melody: A spell of rest, and quiet breath, and cool Heart, that sinks through fading colors deep To the subaqueous stillness of the sea, And floats forever in a moon-green pool, Held in the arms of rhythm and of sleep.”

Source: Elizabeth Bishop: Poems, Prose, and Letters

“I want to kiss you again, Tess.” “Why?” He chuckled, low under his breath. “Why? Because you’re beautiful, and because I want you. And I think you want me too.”

Thinking Want Beautiful Kissing Lows Breaths Want Me I Want You You Again You Want Me You Re Beautiful Tess

Author:Tina St. John

“Get away from my ex-girlfriend, you moany little whinge-bag.' Caelen took a deep breath, like he was in pain, and stood up. His voice was low, guttural. 'I was hoping I'd get the chance to kill you.' 'You won't be killing anyone, you sad little emo git.' 'You've stood in the way of our love for long enough.' 'Just listening to you makes me want to top myself, you self-pitying Paranormal Romance novel reject.' Caelen glared. 'Stop insulting me.' 'Why? If you cry will your mascara run?”

“Grief is like sinking, like being buried. I am in water the tawny color of kicked-up dirt. Every breath is full of choking. There is nothing to hold on to, no sides, no way to claw myself up. There is nothing to do but let go. Let go. Feel the weight all around you, feel the squeezing of your lungs, the slow, low pressure. Let yourself go deeper. There is nothing but bottom. There is nothing but the taste of metal, and the echoes of old things, and days that look like darkness.”

Way Feels Looks Sides Water Grief Darkness Color Taste Letting Go Lows Weight Pressure Breaths Bottom Deeper Buried Metals Echoes Dirt Lungs Choke Sinking Claws Old Things Squeezing

Author:Lauren Oliver

“Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live My very life again though cold in death; Come back to me in dreams, that I may give Pulse for pulse, breath for breath: Speak low, lean low, As long ago, my love, how long ago”

Giving May Long Dream Speak Cold Lows Breaths Long Ago Pulse Come Back To Me

Book:Poems and prose

Source: Poems and prose

“It did not seem possible that Wendy Wright had been born out of blood and internal organs like other people. In proximity to her he felt himself to be a squat, oily, sweating, uneducated nurt whose stomach rattled and whose breath wheezed. Near her he became aware of the physical mechanisms which kept him alive; within him machinery, pipes and valves and gas-compressors and fan belts had to chug away at a losing task, a labor ultimately doomed. Seeing her face, he discovered that his own consisted of a garish mask; noticing her body made him feel like a low-class wind-up toy.”

Source: Ubik

“Of course.” She fluffed her hair. “I don’t want to brag, but I’m very high maintenance.” “Uh, I think low maintenance is what’s desirable.” “Low maintenance is what’s forgettable. You might want to write that down, underline it, circle it and put a star by it. It’s golden.” With barely a breath, she added, “Now let’s find out if we’re compatible, shall we?”

Ifs Thinking Want Writing Might Courses Stars Hair Lows Breaths Circles Golden Desirable Maintenance Compatible Brag Forgettable High Maintenance

Book:The White Rabbit Chronicles: Alice in Zombieland\Through the Zombie Glass\The Queen of Zombie Hearts

Source: The White Rabbit Chronicles: Alice in Zombieland\Through the Zombie Glass\The Queen of Zombie Hearts

“Trust thou thy Love: if she be proud, is she not sweet? Trust thou thy love: if she be mute, is she not pure? Lay thou thy soul full in her hands, low at her feet- Fail, Sun and Breath!-yet, for thy peace, she shall endure.”

Ifs Life Soul Hands Sun Failing Feet Sweet Proud Pure Lows Breaths Lays Endure Be Proud Mute

Book:The works of John Ruskin

Source: The works of John Ruskin