Sat Quote by Elizabeth Bowen Download Open image “Silence sat in the taxi, as though a stranger had got in.” — Elizabeth Bowen ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.7 out of 5 (8 ratings) Copy quoteShare Sat Silence Stranger Taxi
“Then without any warning the car stopped. They were there. "The ride's over," someone said. "End of the ride." For a moment nobody got… — Cornell Woolrich Copy Share Image
The silence of snow, thought the man sitting just behind the bus driver. — Orhan Pamuk Copy Share Image
“Someone must have been in a rush to leave this morning," I told the door, trying to tamp down the major case of the… — Katie MacAlister Copy Share Image
“Perfect silence. This in response to Sully's key being turned in the ignition of the pickup.” — Richard Russo Copy Share Image
“Silence had its own sound; the steady, inaudible hum of consciousness, which made you realize how alone you really were in the universe.” — Jack Kilborn Copy Share Image
The sounds of silence are a dim recollection now, like mystery, privacy and paying attention to one thing — or one person — at a time. — Maureen Dowd Copy Share Image
“Moments later, I was climbing nervously into the back of the car. The driver wore the archetypal expression of an antagonist. No words were… — Agnes Chew Copy Share Image
“Silence is always with us. But we do not choose silence, silence chooses us. If you are called to be silent on your journey,… — John Francis Copy Share Image
Temperamentally, the writer exists on happenings, on contacts, conflicts, action and reaction, speed, pressure, tension. Were he acontemplative purely, he would not write. — Elizabeth Bowen Copy Share Image
“Are you really an orphan? Yes, I am, said Portia a shade shortly. Are you? No, not at present, but I suppose it's a… — Elizabeth Bowen Copy Share Image
It is not our exalted feelings, it is our sentiments that build the necessary home. — Elizabeth Bowen Copy Share Image
Every love has a poetic relevance of its own; each love brings to light only what to it is relevant. Outside lies the junk-yard… — Elizabeth Bowen Copy Share Image
without fiction, either life would be insufficient or the winds from the north would blow too cold. — Elizabeth Bowen Copy Share Image
One's sentiments -- call them that -- one's fidelities are so instinctive that one hardly knows they exist: only when they are betrayed or,… — Elizabeth Bowen Copy Share Image
Only in a house where one has learnt to be lonely does one have this solicitude for things. One's relation to them, the daily… — Elizabeth Bowen Copy Share Image
To walk into history is to be free at once, to be at large among people. — Elizabeth Bowen Copy Share Image
The wish to lead out one's lover must be a tribal feeling; the wish to be seen as loved is part of one's self-respect. — Elizabeth Bowen Copy Share Image
“First love, with its frantic haughty imagination, swings its object clear of the everyday, over the rut of living, making him all looks, silences,… — Elizabeth Bowen Copy Share Image
It goes to show you how we in the press so often miss the big stories that are right under our noses. There is… — Roger Ebert Copy Share Image
They look at what's more important, like subjects to help with the SAT's, etc. They miss that music is vital. It offers a break… — Justin Guarini Copy Share Image
Back in the really olden days, dinner was seldom a ceremonial event for U.S. families. Only the very wealthy had a separate dining room.… — Nancy Gibbs Copy Share Image
As the light changed from red to green to yellow and back to red again, I sat there thinking about life. Was it nothing… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
You're alive!" Fezzik cried. The man in black sat immobile, like a ventriloquist's dummy, just his mouth moving. "That is perhaps the most childishly… — William Goldman Copy Share Image
And I sat there getting drunker and drunker and more in love and more in love...And you can never touch a girl in the… — Donald Barthelme Copy Share Image
I almost never slept deeply anymore--as soon as she said my name, I always sat up immediately, no matter how tired I was. — Cynthia Kadohata Copy Share Image
He sank into the rocking chair, the same one in which Rebecca had sat during the early days of the house to give embroidery… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
Many times I've sat with a camera and another actor and seen all their fears and insecurities and struggles. You want to support them… — Christopher Eccleston Copy Share Image
I think the best Thanksgiving we ever had was one where we didn't even have a turkey. Mom and Dad sat us kids down… — Jack Handey Copy Share Image
You’re impinging on my private space,” I said, inching backward. Patch gave a barely-there smile. "Impinging? This isn’t the SAT, Nora. — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
But what struck me was the book-madness of the place--books lay scattered across the unmade bed and the top of a battered-looking desk, books… — Steven Millhauser Copy Share Image
