The chain of habit coils itself around the heart like a serpent, to gnaw and stifle it. — William Hazlitt Copy Share Image
“And love, who can say the way it winds.. like a serpent in the garden of our untroubled minds” — Handler Daniel Copy Share Image
“She was silent as she felt the energy between them shift, like a serpent circling back on itself, swallowing itself whole, anger… — Sylvain Reynard Copy Share Image
One way of ending the poem is to turn it back on itself, like a serpent with its tail in its mouth. — Maxine Kumin Copy Share Image
“Under all his culture, his cleverness, his amenity, under his good-nature, his facility, his knowledge of life, his egotism lay hidden like… — Henry James Copy Share Image
Horror is like a serpent; always shedding its skin, always changing. And it will always come back. It can't be hidden away… — Dario Argento Copy Share Image
“Like a serpent, this demon had coiled and nested into those empty and cavernous spaces of his heart. Like a harpy, she… — Kelly Creagh Copy Share Image
“The taste of blood and that annoying sting of a bitten tongue. Once man got the taste of blood there was no… — Brandon Garic Notch Copy Share Image
An arrow may fly through the air and leave no trace; but an ill thought leaves a trail like a serpent. — Charles Mackay Copy Share Image
“Living as human being and as a divinity. moving from tension into relaxation, from relaxation into trance, from trance into a more… — Paulo Coelho Copy Share Image
“The man was right behind her. It worried her to look, but she felt his grubby hand on her waist now. Crawling… — Neil D'Silva Copy Share Image
“Well, I think that’s sort of like Eve biting the apple. You were talking about Genesis. I think it’s like that, the… — Peter Heller Copy Share Image
“And yet—and yet—she enchants me, intrigues me, draws me like sin to hellfire. The infernal regions in the hollow between her breasts,… — A.A. Patawaran Copy Share Image
Before our globe had become egg-shaped or round it was a long trail of cosmic dust or fire-mist, moving and writhing like… — Manly Hall Copy Share Image
