Not in the clamor of the crowded street, not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, but in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.
Not in the clamor of the crowded street, not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, but in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.
I have seen the dumb men throng to see him and
The blind to hear him speak; matrons flung gloves,
Ladies and maids their scarfs and handkerchers,
Upon him as he pass'd; the nobles bended
As to Jove's statue, and the commons made
A shower and thunder with their caps and shouts.
Language cannot describe the scene that followed; the shouts, oaths, frantic gestures, taunts, replies, and little fights; and therefore I shall not attempt it.
She had to lie and hear love things made dreadful
By his shouts in the night.
God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks to us in our conscience, but shouts in our pains It is His megaphone to rouse a deaf world
The fool shouts loudly, thinking to impress the world.
We are the miracle of force and matter making itself over into imagination and will. Incredible. The Life Force experimenting with forms. You for one. Me for another. The Universe has shouted itself alive. We are one of the shouts.
Our children are watching us live, and what we are shouts louder than anything we can say.
You cannot train a horse with shouts and expect it to obey a whisper.
Shouts of dead men break upon the night.
The limousine is the ultimate ego trip, the supreme sign of success. It shouts Hey, this guy is really and truly Mr Big.
He doesn't speak, the newborn Why his entire being shouts out, Don't touch me Don't touch me And yet at the same time, imploringly, begging, Don't leave me Don't leave me This is birth. This is the torture, the Calvary.
There was too much noise. Sirens from police cars and ambulances. Shouts from the crowd on the street eighteen floors below. Traffic from other streets and all of the noises of San Francisco. Mostly, though, there were the voices. Whispering to him. Reminding him of the dark things he had done all of the little things he had forgotten, all of the big things he had tried to forget. Mostly they reminded him of his biggest secret, a betrayal of trust and friendship long ago. He squeezed his eyes shut as if that could somehow keep the voices away.
Democracy for us tends to be has to do with who shouts the loudest!
The monarchy is so extraordinarily useful. When Britain wins a battle she shouts, God save the Queen when she loses, she votes down the prime minister.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories