Lounged Quotes

#1. What my character is or how many jails I have lounged in, or wards or walls or wassails, how many lonely-heart poetry readings I have dodged, is beside the point. A man's soul or lack of it will be evident with what he can carve upon a white sheet of paper.

Charles Bukowski

#2. Females of domestic reputation lounged upon the balconies they passed with faces gotten up in indigo and almagre gaudy as the rumps of apes and they peered from behind their fans with a kind of lurid coyness like transvestites in a madhouse.

Cormac McCarthy

#3. Who lounged hungry and lonesome through Houston seeking jazz or sex or soup, and followed the brilliant Spaniard to converse about America and Eternity, a hopeless task, and so took ship to Africa

Allen Ginsberg

#4. I began to recognize the trees, the rocks. There, I had stood with Rhys-- there, I had flirted with him. There, he had lounged atop a branch while waiting for me.

Sarah J. Maas

#5. everything. Then I kind of lounged around for a while. I wanted

Andy Weir

#6. Vinnie and Hawk lounged in the theater lobby, blending in to the theatrical scene like two coyotes at a poultry festival.

Robert B. Parker

#7. He lounged on his throne of fused human bones, looking lithe, graceful, and dangerous as a panther.

Rick Riordan

#8. He lounged and exhaled, and felt some small part of himself relax, like the moment when the elastic band on a child's toy plane, wound and wound until the twisting redoubles upon itself and then let go to power the propeller, spasms once and releases that second layer of knots. He

Nick Harkaway

#9. As I lounged in the Park, or strolled down Piccadilly, I used to look at everyone who passed me, and wonder, with mad curiosity, what sort of lives they led. some of them fascinated me. Others filled me with terror.

Oscar Wilde

#10. Grandma Frida's skinny legs in jeans stuck out from under the vehicle. To the right, Arabella lounged on

Ilona Andrews

#11. He lounged in the corner like a crouching cat, watching me through eyes narrowed against the sun.

Diana Gabaldon

#12. You really think you can buy some rope without drawing attention?"
Lopen lounged back against the wall. "My cousin's never failed me."
"How many cousins do you have, anyway?" Earless Jaks asked.
"A man can never have enough cousins," Lopen said.

Brandon Sanderson

#13. Ladies who were no better than they should be, whose dresses were too tight, too bright and too all the things Magnus liked most, lounged on velvet-covered benches along the walls.

Cassandra Clare

#14. It had taunted, provoked, brushed its big, hard body against hers at every opportunity, and in general lounged about looking like the epically horny fairy it was reputed to be.

~Gabby's thoughts on Adam

Karen Marie Moning

#15. He lounged on his side, bare-chested and barefooted, his jeans unbuttoned to show both the waistband of his underwear and the sleek lines of his ripped abs. His dark brown hair was sexily mussed and his emerald eyes were bright with mischief.

Sylvia Day

#16. I need to do this.

Jodi Ellen Malpas

#17. I try, and I made it!

William Kamkwamba

#18. Maybe silence is something we're uncomfortable with as a culture, I don't know.

Anton Yelchin

#19. The clergy know that I know that they know that they do not know.

Robert Green Ingersoll

#20. All we know about the world teaches us that the effects of A and B are always different-in some decimal place-for any A and B. Thus asking "are the effects different?" is foolish.

John Tukey

#21. Living in a time of the increasing struggle of the mechanization of man, photography has become another example of this paradoxical problem of how to humanize, how to overcome a machine on which we are thoroughly dependent ... the camera ...

Ernst Haas