“After the meal was done, the brothers moved slowly, as if drugged or sleepy, which made me wonder if it was similar… — Colleen Houck Copy Share Image
“She couldn't decide if he was a bit mad or if the world moved too slowly for him. Perhaps a little of… — Andrew Mayne Copy Share Image
“Thoughts always moved slowly through Brutha’s mind, like icebergs. They arrived slowly and left slowly and when they were there they occupied… — Terry Pratchett Copy Share Image
Huge and mighty forms that do not live like living men, moved slowly through the mind by day and were trouble to… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
“The air moved slowly around his body, somehow tangible, gold flaked, every dust mote a lantern.” — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Between the ages of 8 and 12 it was difficult to know what my father was saying, and he moved very slowly,… — Colm Toibin Copy Share Image
As my men could profitably employ themselves on these streams, I moved slowly along, averaging not more than five or six miles… — William Henry Ashley Copy Share Image
We moved together very slowly toward the house, trying to understand its ugliness and ruin and shame. — Shirley Jackson Copy Share Image
By the time it came to the edge of the Forest, the stream had grown up, so that it was almost a… — Benjamin Hoff Copy Share Image
“Still, he moved slowly, taking his time as much to prolong this moment as to gauge her reaction. He laid his hands… — Nora Roberts Copy Share Image
He closed his eyes as she put her hand on his shoulder, and in that instant, nothing else mattered. Not the song,… — Nicholas Sparks Copy Share Image
“It is time,' he said, 'to collect on my wager.' He moved slowly. First, his hands sliding round me and cool light-colored… — Sherwood Smith Copy Share Image
“...they knew each other as much as they knew themselves, and their intimacy, rather like too many suitcases, was a matter of… — Ian McEwan Copy Share Image
“She was thinking of Mobile, where her mother—her “sainted American mother,” as she called her—had spent her childhood. That was a place… — Alexander McCall Smith Copy Share Image
By the time it came to the edge of the Forest, the stream had grown up, so that it was almost a… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Then again, maybe you couldn't have killed me," he said, crawling out of the stairway. He moved very slowly, like a lizard… — Patricia Briggs Copy Share Image
