Prepare yourselves for the
Prepare yourselves for the roaring voice of the God of Joy! Euripides
Roaring
After the sharp-eyed jay
After the sharp-eyed jay and the roaring lion, peace will come on dove’s gentle wing. Erin Hunter
A man can gasp
A man can gasp out his life beside you-and you feel none of it. Pity, Sympathy, sure-but you don’t feel the pain. Your belly is whole and that’s what counts. A half-yard away someone’s world is snuffled out in roaring agony-and you feel nothing. That’s the misery of the world. Erich Maria Remarque
Those who are preparing
Those who are preparing for the coming of Christ should be sober, and watch unto prayer, for our adversary, the Devil, goeth about like a roaring lion, seeking whom he may devour; whom we are to resist steadfast in the faith. Ellen G. White
Why shouldn\\’t we, so
Why shouldn’t we, so generally addicted to the gigantic, at last have some small works of art, some short poems, short pieces of music […], some intimate, low-voiced, and delicate things in our mostly huge and roaring, glaring world? Elizabeth Bishop
A vile beastly rottenheaded
A vile beastly rottenheaded foolbegotten brazenthroated pernicous piggish screaming, tearing, roaring, perplexing, splitmecrackle crashmecriggle insane ass of a woman is practising howling below-stairs with a brute of a singingmaster so horribly, that my head is nearly off. Edward Lear
The moral effect of
The moral effect of the thundering of one’s own artillery is most extraordinary, and many of us thought that we had never heard any more welcome sound than the deep roaring and crashing that started in at our rear Fritz Kreisler
Human nerves quickly get
Human nerves quickly get accustomed to the most unusual conditions and circumstances and I noticed that quite a number of men actually fell asleep from sheer exhaustion in the trenches, in spite of the roaring of the cannon about us and the whizzing of shrapnel over our heads. Fritz Kreisler
One day, a leopard
One day, a leopard stalked into the synagogue, roaring and lashing its tail. Three weeks later, it had become part of the liturgy. Franz Kafka
I was haunted always
I was haunted always by my other life-my drab room in the Bronx, my square foot of the subway, my fixation upon the day’s letter from Alabama-would it come and what would it say?-my shabby suits, my poverty, and love. While my friends were launching decently into life I had muscled my inadequate bark into … Read more