#roar

Down below the broad, roaring waves of the sea break against the deep foundation of the rock. But high above the mountain, the sea, and the peaks of rock the eternal ornamentation blooms silently from the dark depths of the universe. ↗

— Rudolf Otto

#against #below #blooms #break #broad

I can hear the roar of women's silence. ↗

— Thomas Sankara

#i #i can #roar #silence #women

The noise resembles the roar of heavy, distant surf. Standing on the stirring ice one can imagine it is disturbed by the breathing and tossing of a mighty giant below. ↗

— Ernest Shackleton

#breathing #distant #disturbed #giant #heavy

There are always decades that interest people. For me, that's the Roaring Twenties. ↗

— Ian Somerhalder

#decades #interest #me #people #roaring

I am impelled, not to squeak like a grateful and apologetic mouse, but to roar like a lion out of pride in my profession. ↗

— John Steinbeck

#apologetic #grateful #i #i am #impelled

I am woman, hear me roar. ↗

— Helen Reddy

#hear #i #i am #me #roar

All through the night, like the tumult of a river when it races between the cliffs of a canyon, in my sleep I could hear the steady roar of the passing army. ↗

— Richard Harding Davis

#between #canyon #cliffs #could #hear

For once, he slept first. She lay in the dark, listening to him breathe, stealing a little of his warmth as her own body cooled. Since he was asleep, she stroked his hair. "I love you," she murmured. "I love you so much, I'm stupid about it." With a sigh, she settled down, closed her eyes, and willed her mind to empty. Beside her, Roarke smiled into the dark. He never slept first. ↗

— J.D. Robb

#death

I want to see you again." He stopped, took her face in his hands. "I need to see you again." Her pulse jumped, as if it had nothing to do with the rest of her. "Roarke, what's going on here?" "Lieutenant." He leaned forward, touched his lips to hers. "indications are we're having a romance. ↗

— J.D. Robb

#roarke #death

I'm just full of surprises." Watching her, he waved the wrapped bar from side to side. "You can have the candy if you sit on my lap." That sounds like something perverted old men say to young, stupid girls." I'm not old, and you're not stupid." He sat, patted his knee. "It's Belgian chocolate." Just because I'm sitting on your lap and eating your candy doesn't mean you can cop a feel," she said as she folded into his lap. ↗

— J.D. Robb

#eve-dallas #roarke #death