After perhaps thirty meters, just as a soldier turned around, the girl was felled. Hands were clamped upon her from behind and the boy next door brought her down. He forced her knees to the road and suffered the penalty. He collected her punches as if they were presents. Her bony hands and elbows were accepted with nothing but a few short moans. He accumulated the loud, clumsy specks of saliva and tears as if they were lovely to his face, and more important, he was able to hold her down.
Quotes about moans (13 Quotes)
Meanwhile, Charles, looking ever more glum and distant, moans that I'm 43 years old and the laughingstock of England. ... the men in this family are damn hard on their horses and their women.
That man's best works should be such bungling imitations of Nature's infinite perfection, matters not much but that he should make himself an imitation, this is the fact which Nature moans over, and deprecates beseechingly.
The ocean moans over dead men's bones.
Claire travels in time. And while she and Jamie do fall in love, their story is not so much the stuff of sighs and moans (well, not just that anyway) as it is a grand adventure written on a canvas that probes the heart, weighs the soul and measures the human spirit across 10 generations. These are genre-bending novels, and that's just one of many reasons that people read them. Historical romance is not what I write, ... I've always called them historical fantasias.
Rather would I have the love songs of romantic ages, rather Don Juan and Madame Venus, rather an elopement by ladder and rope on a moonlight night, followed by the father's curse, mother's moans, and the moral comments of neighbors, than correctness and propriety measured by yardsticks.
A beast of the field moans a few times
When death takes its young.
Avenge, O Lord, Thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold Ev'n them who kept Thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones, Forget not In Thy book record their groans Who were Thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piemontese that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks. Their moans The vales redoubled to the hills, and they To Heav'n. Their martyred blood and ashes sow O'er all th' Italian fields, where still doth sway The triple tyrant that from these may grow A hundred-fold, who having learned Thy way Early may fly the Babylonian woe.
The long day wanes the slow moon climbs the deep; Moans round with many voices.
There is no pity for a man who moans about living in one town and does not move to another.
Believe me, Lost One, Love is lovelier
The more it shapes its moans in selfish-wise.
the pain was so sharp that it made me utter several moans and so excessive was the sweetness caused me by this intense pain that one can never wish to lose it.
Some reckon their age by years, Some measure their life by art But some tell their days by the flow of their tears And their lives by the moans of their hearts.