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Lingering Quotes (page 5)

I dreamed... in the black of night a man asks all the questions he dare not ask by daylight. For me, the past years, only one question has remained. Why would the gods take my eyes and my strength, yet condemn me to linger on so long, frozen and forgotten? What use could they have for an old done man like me? ... I remember, Sam. I still remember. Remember what? Dragons, Aemon whispered. George R. R. Martin
By the time I recognize this moment, this moment will be gone. . .But I will bend the light, pretend that it somehow lingered on John Mayer
She's fainted, or dead,' I thought: 'so much the better. Far betterthat she should be dead, than lingering a burden and a misery-maker toall about her. Emily Bronte
Sometimes a man and a woman reach a crossroads and linger there, reluctant to take either way, knowing the wrong choice will mean the end... and knowing there’s so much worth saving. Stephen King
How the stars shone. How sweet the earth smelled. The orchard gate creaked, and a footstep pressed on the sand. And she entered, fragrant as a flower, and fell into my arms. Oh, sweet kisses, lingering caresses. Slowly, trembling, I gazed upon her beauty. Now my dream of true love is lost forever. My last hour has flown, and I die, hopeless, and never have I loved life more. Giacomo Puccini
For a moment the last sunshine fell with romantic affection upon her glowing face; her voice compelled me forward breathlessly as I listened - then the glow faded, each light deserting her with lingering regret, like children leaving a pleasant street at dusk. F. Scott Fitzgerald
I grow old? I grow old? I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled. Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach? I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach. I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me. I have seen them riding seaward on the waves Combing the white hair of the waves blown back When the wind blows the water white and black. We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls... T. S. Eliot
Orson Scott Card quote: "I carry the seeds of death within me and plant them wherever I..."
I carry the seeds of death within me and plant them wherever I linger long enough to love. Orson Scott Card
It is a silent, shady place, with a paved courtyard so full of echoes, that sometimes I am tempted to believe that faint responses to the noises of old times linger there yet, and that these ghosts of sound haunt my footsteps as I pace it up and down. Charles Dickens
Virgil quote: "and why the winter suns so rush to bate themselves in the..."
...and why the winter suns so rush to bate themselves in the seaand what slows down the nights to a long lingering crawl... Virgil
Samuel Beckett quote: "Astride of a grave and a difficult birth. Down in the hole,..."
Astride of a grave and a difficult birth. Down in the hole, lingeringly, the gravedigger puts on the forceps. Samuel Beckett
I could tell I was at the gateway of a region half-bewitched through the piling-up of unbroken time-accumulations; a region where old, strange things have had a chance to grow and linger because they have never been stirred up. H. P. Lovecraft
A Parting Guest What delightful hosts are they— Life and Love! Lingeringly I turn away, This late hour, yet glad enough They have not withheld from me Their high hospitality. So, with face lit with delight And all gratitude, I stay Yet to press their hands and say, Thanks.—So fine a time! Good night. James Whitcomb Riley
Virgil quote: "and why the winter suns so rush to bathe themselves in the..."
..and why the winter suns so rush to bathe themselves in the seaand what slows down the nights to a long lingering crawl... Virgil
I lingered round them, under that benign sky; watched the moths fluttering among the heath and hare-bells; listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass; and wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth. Emily Bronte

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