My voice has a quiver/ A quiver is where you keep arrows until you shoot them. — Jim Carroll Copy Share Image
I have a soul that like an ample shield Can take in all, and verge enough for more. — John Dryden Copy Share Image
Children are the root of all evil… Happy the man who has his quiver empty. — William John Locke Copy Share Image
Persons visited by the angel quiver with a thrill unknown to the rest of mankind — Gaston Leroux Copy Share Image
How to sustain the miracle Of being, that like a muted bell, Or like some ocean-breathing shell, Quivers, intense and still? — Babette Deutsch Copy Share Image
Likewise, every time somebody interjects to speak of my honesty there is someone who quivers inside me. — Albert Camus Copy Share Image
The devil hath not, in all his quiver's choice, An arrow for the heart like a sweet voice. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Look, I'm smiling at you, I'm smiling in you, I'm smiling through you. How can I be dead if I breathe in… — Andrei Sinyavsky Copy Share Image
You don't want to put all your lead on the target. You want to leave some arrows in the quiver. — Foster Friess Copy Share Image
I tell you, brethren, if mercies and if judgments do not convert you, God has no other arrows in His quiver. — Robert Murray M'Cheyne Copy Share Image
Do you recall that night in June Do you recall that night in June Upon the Danube River; We listened to the… — Charles Hamilton Aide Copy Share Image
I remember it as October days are always remembered, cloudless, maple-flavored, the air gold and so clean it quivers. — Leif Enger Copy Share Image
What was time itself but the bloom, the sheath enfolding experience? Within time, and with time alone, there was life - the… — Ellen Glasgow Copy Share Image
Willows whiten, aspens quiver, little breezes dusk and shiver, thro' the wave that runs forever by the island in the river, flowing… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Never before had I known the sudden quiver of understanding that travels from word to brain to heart, the way a new… — Elizabeth Kostova Copy Share Image
Tis chastity, my brother, chastity; She that has that is clad in complete steel, And, like a quiver'd nymph with arrows keen,… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Patch stood over me, and a drop of rain slid from his hair, landing like ice on my collarbone. I felt it… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Like countless first-year medical students, immersed in the symptoms of one disease after another, I am alert to the tingles and pangs,… — Siri Hustvedt Copy Share Image
While there is life there is hope. I beg to assert...that as long as a man's heart beats, as long as a… — Jules Verne Copy Share Image
If I saw something once that I can't explain, that doesn't make them real. And if a trick of the dark gave… — Charlie Huston Copy Share Image
When I first started, I was really nervous. You could hear my voice quiver. So I started drinking a bit and that… — Tim McGraw Copy Share Image
I used many times to touch my own chest and feel, under its asthmatic quiver, the engine of the heart and lungs… — Stephen Fry Copy Share Image
Too pissed off to cry, I said, 'This is only making me hate her. I don't want to hate her. And what's… — John Green Copy Share Image
“That fellow can make even I, the most courageous and stoic of gentleman, quiver in my boots.” Kitty’s stirring smile sprung to… — Amber Lynn Perry Copy Share Image
“Books are living things and their task lies in their vows of silence. You touch them as they quiver with divine pleasure.… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
“Are they by any chance a quiverfull ministry?” Pete’s lips thin. “Yes.” The word “quiverfull” sets my alarm bells ringing, and clearly… — Charles Stross Copy Share Image
love one another, but make not a bond of love: let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
the first week of August is motionless, and hot. It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and… — Natalie Babbitt Copy Share Image
The universe is a continuous web. Touch it at any point and the whole web quivers. — Stanley Kunitz Copy Share Image
Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Venus, when her son was lost, Cried him up and down the coast, In hamlets, palaces, and parks, And told the truant… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
