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“My Papa's Waltz: The whiskey on your breath Could make a small boy dizzy; But I hung on like death: Such waltzing was not easy. We romped until the pans Slid from the kitchen shelf; My mother's countenance Could not unfrown itself. The hand that held my wrist Was battered on one knuckle; At every step you missed My right ear scraped a buckle. You beat time on my head With a palm caked hard by dirt, Then waltzed me off to bed Still clinging to your shirt.”

Source: The Collected Poems of Theodore Roethke

“Once, when she was six years old, she had fallen from a tree, flat on her stomach. She could still recall that sickening interval before breath came back into her body. Now, as she looked at him, she felt the same way she had felt then, breathless, stunned, nauseated.”

Way Years Stills Body Felt Tree Six Breaths Fallen Flats Stomach Recalls Intervals Stunned Breathless Six Year Olds

Author:Margaret Mitchell

“Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art--- Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors--- No---yet still stedfast, still unchangeable, Pillowed upon my fair love's ripening breast, To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever---or else swoon in death.”

“There are some dogs which, when you meet them, remind you that, despite thousands of years of man-made evolution, every dog is still only two meals away from being a wolf. These dogs advance deliberately, purposefully, the wilderness made flesh, their teeth yellow, their breath a-stink, while in the distance their owners witter, "He's an old soppy really, just poke him if he's a nuisance," and in the green of their eyes the red campfires of the Pleistocene gleam and flicker.”

Ifs Men Years Made Stills Two Eye Dog Evolution Red Breaths Green Distance Terror Flesh Teeth Despite Meals Owners Wilderness Yellow Stink Gleam Nuisance Poke Flicker Campfire

Author:Neil Gaiman

“Richard," Kahlan said, "what about Siddin? Weselan and Savidlin will be worried sick over him." Her green eyes gazed deep into his. She leaned closer, and whispered, "And we have unfinished business in the spirit house. I believe there is still an apple there we have yet to finish." Her arm tightened around his waist, and a little twist of a smile came to her lips. The shape of the smile caught his breath in his throat.”

Believe Littles Said Stills Eye Spirit House I Believe Arms Shapes Sick Breaths Green Lips Caught Worried Apples Throat Twists Unfinished Green Eyes Unfinished Business

Book:Wizard's First Rule

Source: Wizard's First Rule

“I just found this world a hard place to be good in,’ says Bunny, then he closes his eyes and, with an expiration of breath, goes still.”

World Stills Hard Eye Found This World Breaths Be Good His Eyes Bunnies

Book:The Death of Bunny Munro: A Novel

Source: The Death of Bunny Munro: A Novel

“But she still had that something which fires the imagination, could still stop one's breath for a moment by a look or gesture that somehow revealed the meaning in common things. She had only to stand in the orchard, to put her hand on a little crab tree and look up at the apples, to make you feel the goodness of planting and tending and harvesting at last. All the strong things of her heart came out in her body, that had been so tireless in serving generous emotions. It was no wonder that her sons stood tall and straight. She was a rich mine of life, like the founders of early races.”

“Every day I hold my breath until I see her. Sometimes in class, sometimes in the hallway. I can't start breathing until I see her smile at me. She always does, but the next day I'm always afraid she won't. At lunch I'm afraid she'll smile more at BT than at me. I'm afraid she'll look at him in some way that she doesn't look at me. I'm afraid that when I go to bed at night I'll still be wondering. I'm always afraid. Is that what love is - fear?”

Way Looks Doe Stills I Can Sometimes Night Next Love Is Wonder Class Bed Breaths Breathing Lunch Next Day Look At Me Hallways Her Smile Smile More

Author:Jerry Spinelli

“Had I no eyes but ears, my ears would love. That inward beauty and invisible; Or were I deaf, thy outward parts would move each part in me that were but sensible: Though neither eyes nor ears, to hear nor see, yet should I be in love by touching thee. 'Say, that the sense of feeling were bereft me, and that I could not see, nor hear, nor touch, and nothing but the very smell were left me, yet would my love to thee be still as much; for from the stillitory of thy face excelling comes breath perfum'd that breedeth love by smelling.”

Should Stills Feelings Eye Faces Moving Left Ears Breaths Smell Invisible Thee Touching Sensible Inward Should I Deaf Bereft

Book:Venus and Adonis. Rape of Lucrece. Sonnets. Lover's complaint. Passionate pilgrim. Memoirs of Lord Southhampton

Source: Venus and Adonis. Rape of Lucrece. Sonnets. Lover's complaint. Passionate pilgrim. Memoirs of Lord Southhampton

“I squeezed my eyes shut and took several deep breaths, trying not to smell Jace in front of me, not to taste him on my lips. But it was useless. In that moment, Jace was everywhere. He was in my mind, he was in my heart, and he was in my memory. He smelled good. He tasted good. And the blissful aftershock still throbbing in my most sensitive places felt wonderful, when everything else in my life was an obstacle to be overcome.”

Trying Mind Heart Stills Moments Eye Felt Memories Wonderful Fronts My Heart Taste Overcoming Breaths Lips Obstacles Smell Useless Sensitive That Moment Jace Deep Breath Aftershock

Author:Rachel Vincent

“I pulled in a soft breath. My lungs were starving, crying out for air. I lay still, and a cough tickled at the back of my throat. It always happens when you're hiding, a cough, a sneeze, something. It's stupid. The body decides to screw around with you, even though it knows being quiet is the only way it's going to go on living.”

Knows Way Stills Body Happens Air Stupid Cry Goes On Quiet Breaths Lays Hiding Throat Screws Lungs Starving Being Quiet

Author:Lilith Saintcrow

“We stand there, quiet. My questions all seem wrong: How did you get so old? Was it all at once, in a day, or did you peter out bit by bit? When did you stop having parties? Did everyone else get old too, or was it just you? Are other people still here, hiding in the palm trees or holding their breath underwater? When did you last swim your laps? Do your bones hurt? Did you know this was coming and hide that you knew, or did it ambush you from behind?”

People Knows Stills Seems Lasts Bits Hurt Party Behinds Tree Quiet Breaths Bones Swim Hiding Peter Palms Lap Did You Know Underwater Palm Trees Ambush

Book:A Visit From the Goon Squad

Source: A Visit From the Goon Squad

“How can it be, I wondered, that we can be lying in bed next to a person we love wholly and helplessly, a person we love more than our own breath, and still ache to think of the one who caused us pain all those years ago? It's the betrayal of this second heart of ours, its flesh tied off like a fingertip twined tightly round with a single hair, blue-tinged from lack of blood. The shameful squeeze of it.”

Thinking Years Heart Persons Stills Pain Lying Next Blood Hair Bed Years Ago Breaths Blue Rounds Betrayal Flesh Tied Ache Shameful Fingertips

Author:Carolyn Parkhurst

“Alexia blinked stupidly at the Beta from around the earl’s upper arm. Her heart was doing crazy things, and she still could not locate her kneecaps. She took a deep breath and put some serious attention into tracking them down.”

Heart Stills Attention Crazy Serious Arms Breaths Deep Breath Crazy Things Tracking Beta

Author:Gail Carriger

“Sam reached his hand toward mine and I automatically put my fingers in his. With a guilty little smile he pulled my hand toward his nose and took a sniff and then another one. His smile widened though it was still shy. It was absolutely adorable and my breath got caught somewhere in my throat.”

Littles Stills Hands Mines Breaths Fingers Caught Guilty Noses Shy Throat Adorable His Smile

Book:Shiver

Source: Shiver

“Before we invented civilization our ancestors lived mainly in the open out under the sky. Before we devised artificial lights and atmospheric pollution and modern forms of nocturnal entertainment we watched the stars. There were practical calendar reasons of course but there was more to it than that. Even today the most jaded city dweller can be unexpectedly moved upon encountering a clear night sky studded with thousands of twinkling stars. When it happens to me after all these years it still takes my breath away.”

“I developed a deep, abiding fear of jeans, which I still have. I hold my breath and shut my eyes when I pull on a pair in the dressing room, afraid they will now, as then, get stuck at my hips and there I will stand, absurd, staring at the excess of hips that should, if I were a good person, be „slim“.”

Ifs Should Persons Stills Eye Rooms Breaths Stuck Absurd Hips Staring Pairs Excess Jeans Dressings Good Person Abiding Slim Dressing Rooms

Book:Wasted Updated Edition: A Memoir of Anorexia and Bulimia

Source: Wasted Updated Edition: A Memoir of Anorexia and Bulimia

“The guitar's still around me. I slip it off and put it down. I want to feel him. To feel his breath on my neck. The warmth of his skin. To feel something other than sadness. Hold me, I tell him silently. Hold me here. To this place. This life. Make me want you. Want this. Want something. Please”

Want Feels Stills Sadness Please Skins Breaths Guitar This Life Necks Warmth Slips Want Something Hold Me

Book:Revolution

Source: Revolution

“I still love you. And sometimes, my friend, the love that I have, and can't give to you, crushes the breath from my chest. Sometimes, even now, my heart is drowning in a sorrow that has no stars without you, and no laughter, and no sleep.”

Giving Heart Stills Sometimes Stars Sleep Love You My Heart Sorrow Laughter My Friends Breaths Crush Chests Drowning Without You Shantaram Still Love You No Sleep I Still Love You

Book:Shantaram: A Novel

Source: Shantaram: A Novel

“Flowers, cold from the dew, And autumn's approaching breath, I pluck for the warm, luxuriant braids, Which haven't faded yet. In their nights, fragrantly resinous, Entwined with delightful mystery, They will breathe in her springlike Extraordinary beauty. But in a whirlwind of sound and fire, From her shing head they will flutter And falland before her They will die, faintly fragrant still. And, impelled by faithful longing, My obedient gaze will feast upon them With a reverent hand, Love will gather their rotting remains.”

“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!”

“Lord Macon deposited his wife into a chair and then knelt next to her, clutching one of her hands. "Tell me truthfully - how are you feeling?" Alexia took a breath. "Truthfully? I sometimes wonder if I, like Madame Lefoux, should affect masculine dress." "Gracious me, why?" "You mean aside from the issue of greater mobility?" "My love, I don't think that's currently the result of your clothing." "Indeed, I mean after the baby." "I still don't see why should want to." "Oh no? I dare you to spend a week in a corset, long skirts and a bustle." "How do you know I haven't?”

“To put is still more plainly: the desire for security and the feeling of insecurity are the same thing. To hold your breath is to lose your breath. A society based on the quest for security is nothing but a breath-retention contest in which everyone is as taut as a drum and as purple as a beet.”

Stills Feelings Desire Loses Security Breaths Insecurity Quests Contests Purple Retention Beets Insecurity And Fear

Author:Alan Watts

“Just a little. Just the first faint breath of love... It wasn’t dramatic, like some bolt of lightning with a crack of thunder following. It was more like when flint strikes steel and the spark fades almost too fast for you to see. But still, you know it’s there, down where you can’t see, kindling.”

Knows Firsts Littles Stills Breaths Following Strikes Dramatic Cracks Sparks Fades Lightning Steel Thunder Bolts Kindling Kvothe

Book:The Wise Man's Fear

Source: The Wise Man's Fear

“Do people in the twenty-first century still dance?" My heart beat thundered in my ears, far louder than the slow music. "Um," I said, barely able to swallow, my throat had gone so dry. "Sometimes." "How about now?" he asked. And then his strong arms were encircling my waist, his breath soft against my cheek as he gently whispered my name: "Susannah. Susannah...”

People Firsts Heart Said Stills Sometimes Able Names Strong Gone Century Arms My Heart Beats Ears Twenties Breaths Dry Throat Cheeks Heart Beat Strong Arms

Author:Meg Cabot

“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

“Still Caine hesitated. A big, warm bed. A beautiful girl to share it with. Food. Water. Everything he needed, just a few miles away on the island. The logical, rational answer was obvious. "Which is why the world stays messed up," Caine said under his breath. "People aren't rational." He took a few deep, steadying breaths, and prepared to die for power.”

People World Said Stills Bigs Beautiful Dies Girl Water Answers Share Needed Bed Breaths Prepared Obvious Warm Miles Rational Islands Logical Messed Up Miles Away Beautiful Girl

Author:Michael Grant

“There was no air; only the dead, still night fired by the dog days of August. Not a breath. I had to suck in the same air I exhaled, cupping it in my hands before it escaped. I felt it, in and out, less each time…until it was so thin it slipped through my fingers forever. I mean, forever.”

Mean Stills Hands Night Felt Forever Air Dog Breaths Fingers August Dog Days

Author:Juan Rulfo

“This is the solstice, the still point of the sun, its cusp and midnight, the year's threshold and unlocking, where the past lets go of and becomes the future; the place of caught breath.”

Years Stills Past Sun Letting Go Breaths Caught Midnight Threshold Unlocking Solstice Cusp

Book:Morning in the Burned House

Source: Morning in the Burned House

“In Ronan's hand, the mask was as thin as a sheet of paper, still warm from Adam's gasped breaths. Orphan Girl buried her face in his side, her body shaking with sobs. Her tiny voice was muffled: "Tollerere me a hic, tollerere me a hic..." Take me away from here, take me away from here.”

Stills Body Hands Faces Girl Sides Voice Paper Breaths Warm Tiny Mask Take Me Buried Adam Sheets Shaking Orphan Take Me Away

Book:The Dream Thieves (The Raven Cycle, Book 2)

Source: The Dream Thieves (The Raven Cycle, Book 2)

“I've seen over and over how much self-belief drives outcomes. And that's why I force myself to sit at the table, even when I am not sure I belong there - and yes, this still happens to me. And when I'm not sure anyone wants my opinion, I take a deep breath and speak up anyway.”

Want Stills Self Happens Belief Speak Force Opinion Breaths Tables Outcomes Not Sure Graduation Deep Breath Belief In Self Take A Deep Breath

Author:Sheryl Sandberg

“Love is all around you like the air and is the very breath of your being. But you cannot know it, feel its unfeeling touch, until you pause in your busy-ness, are still and poised and empty of your wanting and desiring. When at rest the air is easily offended and will flee even from the fanning of a leaf, as love flees from the first thought. But when the air or love moves of its own accord it is a hurricane that drives all before it.”

Knows Life Feels Firsts Stills Moving Love Is Air Empty Breaths Busy Pauses Leafs Offended Accord Hurricanes Unfeeling Easily Offended

Author:Barry Long

“Clay lies still, but blood's a rover; Breath's aware that will not keep. Up, lad: when the journey's over then there'll be time enough to sleep.”

Stills Enough Lying Time Sleep Blood Journey Travel Breaths Clay Lad

Author:A. E. Housman

“As evolutionary time is measured, we have only just turned up and have hardly had time to catch breath, still marveling at our thumbs, still learning to use the brand-new gift of language. Being so young, we can be excused all sorts of folly and can permit ourselves the hope that someday, as a species, we will begin to grow up.”

Stills Use Young Science Language Grows Growing Up Learning Evolution Breaths Species Brands Folly Someday Permit Thumbs Measurement Brand New Marveling

Author:Lewis Thomas

“Sweet is the breath of vernal shower,/ The bee's collected treasure sweet,/ Sweet music's melting fall, but sweeter yet/ The still small voice of gratitude.”

Stills Fall Voice Sweet Gratitude Breaths Treasure Bees Showers Melting Small Voice Sweet Music

Author:Thomas Gray

“Loud is the summer's busy song The smallest breeze can find a tongue, While insects of each tiny size Grow teasing with their melodies, Till noon burns with its blistering breath Around, and day lies still as death.”

Stills Lying Song Grows Summer Breaths Busy Size Tongue Tiny Loud Melody Smallest Insects Breeze July Noon Tease

Author:John Clare

“Reality, for all intents and purposes, is just life - the real world, pure and uncut, shot straight to the vein of our souls every day we draw breath. Whether it's good or bad, it's still reality; the opposite of illusion, the foe of fantasy, and the anchor that keeps us stuck on this plane. And thank Buddha it does, because some people need it in huge doses.”

People World Needs Doe Stills Real Soul Reality Purpose Fantasy Huge Pure Draws Illusion Shots Opposites Breaths Stuck Planes Memorable Real World Veins Foe Anchors Dose

Author:Corey Taylor

“I was born a premature birth. My first words were "bleep, bleep" and "Curse, Curse" My breath still stinks and I'm on my 3rd cert.”

Firsts Stills Born Birth Breaths Hip Hop Curse Stink Premature

Author:Eminem

“I have learned to live my life one step, one breath, and one moment at a time, but it was a long road. I set out on a journey of love, seeking truth, peace and understanding. I am still learning.”

Source: The Soul of a Butterfly: Reflections on Life's Journey

“Watching the animals come and go, and feeling the land swell up to meet them and then feeling it grow still at their departure, I came to think of the migrations as breath, as the land breathing. In spring a great inhalation of light and animals. The long-bated breath of summer. And an exhalation that propelled them all south in the fall.”

Thinking Long Stills Feelings Light Fall Grows Animal Land Summer Spring Breaths South Breathing Comes And Goes Departure Migration

Book:Arctic Dreams

Source: Arctic Dreams

“Best of all is it to preserve everything in a pure, still heart, and let there be for every pulse a thanksgiving, and for every breath a song.”

“Failure is not a one-time event; it's how you deal with life along the way. Until you breathe your last breath, you're still in the process, and there is still time to turn things around for the better.”

Way Stills Lasts Turns Process Leadership Deals Events Failure Breaths Breathe One Time Failure Of Leadership

Author:John C. Maxwell

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