Malevolently Quotes

#1. Thank you, Severus," said Dumbledore firmly, and Snape went quiet, though his eyes still glinted malevolently through his curtain of greasy black hair.

J.K. Rowling

#2. Her capacity for love overshadows the stars, lightening crackles malevolently in the wake of her wrath and for all the tangled mess woman brings to man, in her glory, she is the divine Goddess.

Virginia Alison

#3. Hitler's oratory moved people and appealed to their hopes and dreams. But his speeches malevolently twisted hope into some gnarled ghastly entities, and appealed to the latent, darkest prejudices of Germans.

Richard M Perloff

#4. Thackeray is careful not to present a protagonist who is malevolently evil from birth; to trace a figure like this is unrewarding certainly to novelist and reader alike.

Martin J. Anisman

#5. The telephone ringing gave me a dreadful start. I have never got used to this machine, the way it crouches so malevolently, ready to start clamouring for attention when you least expect it, like a mad baby.

John Banville

#6. Equality must be won - by every generation - because it will never be freely granted.

Charles M. Blow

#7. A dancer's life is all about repetition.

Twyla Tharp

#8. Horror didn't begin to describe the look on his face. Adrian stared at me like I'd crushed his world, ground it up and then forced it down his throat until he died choking on its remains.

Jeaniene Frost

#9. I used to have sort of mixed feelings about a producer whose only skills seemed to be going into the studio, schmoozing the artists and making them feel good. I can see now that in some cases, that's what you have to do because that's the only way you're going to get them to produce.

Todd Rundgren

#10. I love intimate details like lingerie, something like a gorgeous silk stocking or exquisite slipper.

Austin Scarlett

#11. Egypt had the first constitution in the Middle East that allowed for liberty. And it had democracy.

Ahmed Zewail

#12. The home world exercises its siren call over us all. No matter how far we wander, or how long we are gone, it waits patiently. And when we return to it, as we must, it sings to us. We came out of its forests, waded ashore from its seas. It is in our blood, for good or ill.

Jack McDevitt