“She rose slowly. She didn't want to go. She also rather resented staying.” — D.H. Lawrence Copy Share Image
“And the smoke rose slowly, slowly, Through the tranquil air of morning, First a single line of darkness, Then a denser, bluer… — Henry Wadsworth LongfellowLongfellow Copy Share Image
The sun rose slowly, as if it wasn't sure it was worth all the effort. — Terry Pratchett Copy Share Image
“Then the dog began to moan in old Salamano’s room, and through the sleep-bound house the little plaintive sound rose slowly, like… — Albert Camus Copy Share Image
It rose slowly like a gull sensing a reckless blue fish to close to the surface, and then it dived relentlessly for… — Alistair Cooke Copy Share Image
“Some stories don't get told. Some stories you hold on to. To stand and watch and hold it in your arms was… — Sarah Blake Copy Share Image
