Crawling Quote by Diana Wynne Jones Download Open image “I'm delirious. Spots are crawling before my eyes." "Those are spiders.” — Diana Wynne Jones ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.0 out of 5 (6 ratings) Copy quoteShare Crawling Delirious Eye Spiders Spots
I'm petrified of spiders. I hate them. I sleep with a glass of water beside my bed every night. I woke up once to… — Kyle Schmid Copy Share Image
. . . It is as though horror has frozen the blood in my veins, paralyzed my arms, and torn all thought from my… — Ernst Udet Copy Share Image
Spiders keep me awake at night. If I see one that's too big to get under a glass, there will be big problems. I'll… — Nicola Adams Copy Share Image
If I see a spider in my room, I gotta sleep on the couch for, like, two days. — Jayson Tatum Copy Share Image
“YOU SEE THEM SOMETIMES. They're just out of the corner of your eye, when you're not expecting them, and sometimes if you close your eyes very, very tightly, and open them quickly, there will be a quick flash of them behind your eyelids before they dissipate. They are the echoes of deja vu, they are the regrets that are fleeting,… — Peter David Copy Share
“Dark and drear, fear and weep Are the spots where the Goobleys crawl and keep And their minds are small if they have them… — Craig Herbertson Copy Share Image
“Good evening charlie, yes I know you rise, two lean grey spiders drifting through your eyes.” — james wright Copy Share Image
“They (...) call what I have an invisible illness, but I often wonder if they're really looking. Beyond the science stuff. It doesn't bleed… — Louise Gornall Copy Share Image
“This sick strange darkness comes creeping on so haunting everytime And as I stared I counted the webs from all the spiders catching things… — blink 182 Copy Share Image
I'm not a big fan of spiders and snakes and worms and stuff like that, but they don't really creep me out. — Kane Copy Share Image
I feel like my eyes are killing me at the end of the day and that I shouldn't use them. — Alice Hoffman Copy Share Image
Cold metal walks across my forehead, spiders search for my heart. It is a light that goes out in my mouth... — Georg Trakl Copy Share Image
“Sophie and Howl were living - somewhat quarrelsomely it must be confessed, although they were said to be happiest that way - in the… — Diana Wynne Jones Copy Share Image
“What did you do?" said Charles. "You know that night all our shoes went into the hall," said Nirupam. "Well, we had a feast that night. Dan Smith made me get up the floorboards and get the food out. He says I have no right to be so large and so weak," Nirupam said resentfully, "and I was hating him… — Diana Wynne Jones Copy Share
“For a moment it seemed as if he was going to lose his temper too. His strange, pale eyes all but glared at Sophie.… — Diana Wynne Jones Copy Share Image
“The soldier was like that. He was an expert in getting other people to do what he wanted. The only creature that could make… — Diana Wynne Jones Copy Share Image
“Not likely!” Howl yelled. “I’m a coward. Only way I can do something this frightening is to tell my self I’m not doing it!” — Diana Wynne Jones Copy Share Image
“Typical!” he said to Sophie. “ I break my neck to get here, and I find you peacefully tidying up!” Sophie looked up at him. As she had feared, the hard black-and white light coming through the broken wall showed her that Howl had not bothered to shave or tidy his hair. His eyes were still red-rimmed and his black… — Diana Wynne Jones Copy Share
“Howl said, "I think we ought to live happily ever after," and she thought he meant it. Sophie knew that living happily ever after… — Diana Wynne Jones Copy Share Image
Hollywood gives a young girl the aura of one giant, self-contained orgy farm, its inhabitants dedicated to crawling into every pair of pants they… — Veronica Lake Copy Share Image
Imagine an eye unruled by man-made laws of perspective, an eye unprejudiced by compositional logic, an eye which does not respond to the name of everything but which must know each object encountered in life through an adventure of perception. How many colors are there in a field of grass to the crawling baby unaware of ‘Green?’ How many rainbows… — Stan Brakhage Copy Share
It is interesting to contemplate an entangled bank clothed with many plants of many kinds with birds singing on the bushes, with various insects flitting about and with worms crawling through the damp earth and to reflect that these elaborately constructed forms so different from each other and dependent on each other and so complex a manner have all been… — Charles Darwin Copy Share
WHEN AUGUSTUS CAME OUT on the porch the blue pigs were eating a rattlesnake—not a very big one. It had probably just been crawling… — Larry McMurtry Copy Share Image
How strange and wonderful is our home, our earth, with its swirling vaporous atmosphere, its flowing and frozen liquids, its trembling plants, its creeping,… — Edward Abbey Copy Share Image
Zombies smell worse than anything you can imagine if you haven’t been hunting things on the dark side of the world. It’s a ripe,… — Lilith Saintcrow Copy Share Image
I think back to the day I drove Michelle and a newborn Malia home from the hospital nearly 11 years ago - crawling along, miles under the speed limit, feeling the weight of my daughter's future resting in my hands. I think about the pledge I made to her that day: that I would give her what I never had… — Barack Obama Copy Share
I watched a snail crawl along the edge of a straight razor. That's my dream. That's my nightmare. Crawling, slithering, along the edge of… — Marlon Brando Copy Share Image
No one hid their interest when I walked into the room. I'm not sure if it was the news about Boo or my general… — Maureen Johnson Copy Share Image
To find anything comparable with our forthcoming ventures into space, we must go back far beyond Columbus, far beyond Odysseus-far, indeed, beyond the first… — Arthur C. Clarke Copy Share Image
The world is crawling with authors touring now. They're like performance artists. — Kazuo Ishiguro Copy Share Image
How many colors are there in a field of grass to the crawling baby unaware of 'Green'? — Stan Brakhage Copy Share Image
