Part of their problem was Percy. He fought like a demon, whirling through the defender's ranks in a completely unorthodox style, rolling under their feet, slashing with his sword instead of stabbing like a Roman would, whacking campers with the flat of his blade, and generally causing mass panic.
Quotes about whirling (14 Quotes)
Jack came whirling in like a little gay tornado with Duchess following him.
Down in the street little eddies of wind were whirling dust and torn paper into spirals, and though the sun was shining and the sky a harsh blue, there seemed to be no color in anything except the posters that were plastered everywhere.
New thoughts and hopes were whirling through my mind, and all the colours of my life were changing.
We will distribute it broadly in outdoor-related stores. Here in the Rocky Mountains, that could mean in convenience stores. Whirling disease affects anyone who's in the water-it threatens their recreation.
Rhythm is the basis of life, not steady forward progress. The forces of creation, destruction, and preservation have a whirling, dynamic interaction.
These are but wild and whirling words.
A vivid and blinding light flashed from the whirling, inky clouds above. The deep cannonade of roaring thunder belched forth its fearsome challenge. The deluge came--all hell broke loose upon the jungle.
True solitude is a din of birdsong, seething leaves, whirling colors, or a clamor of tracks in the snow.
Whirling disease affects the majority of rainbow trout in many of Montana and Colorado's famous streams like the Madison in Montana and the Gunnison and Colorado Rivers.
Worry is a cycle of inefficient thoughts whirling around a center of fear.
Delaying and straying and playing and spraying, Advancing and prancing and glancing and dancing, Recoiling, turmoiling and toiling and boiling, And gleaming and streaming and steaming and beaming, And rushing and flushing and brushing and gushing, And flapping and rapping and clapping and slapping, And curling and whirling and purling and twirling, And thumping and plumping and bumping and jumping, And dashing and flashing and splashing and clashing And so never ending, but always descending, Sounds and motions forever and ever are blending, All at once and all oer, with a mighty uproar, And this way the water comes down at Lodore.
There sighs, lamentations and loud wailings resounded through the starless air, so that at first it made me weep strange tongues, horrible language, words of pain, tones of anger, voices loud and hoarse, and with these the sound of hands, made a tumult which is whirling through that air forever dark, and sand eddies in a whirlwind.
Creation is all things and us. It is us in relationship with all things. All things, the ones we see and the ones we do not the whirling galaxies and the wild suns, the black holes and the microorganisms, the trees and the stars, the fish and the whales - the molten lava and the towering snow-capped mountains, the children we give birth to and their children, and theirs, and theirs, and theirs.