Mottled Quotes

#1. The tower loomed above them, growing, casting its cold shadow over them all as they drew closer. Tangled ropes of green ivy blanketed one side of the tower, blackened in places - carved deep into the mottled stone like scars.

Shona Moyce

#2. A magazine on the seat beside hers had opened to Florida, trees dripping golden fruit, sun, luxe. Heat. Women in fishtails undulating in mottled green.

Lauren Groff

#3. Was that the point about scattering ashes: that in the end they looked the same? Not just the snout and the tail, but a dog's ashes and a man's ashes. All reducible, with the addition of a little flame, to this mottled dust?

Clive Barker

#4. I softly sink into the bath of sleep: With eyelids shut, I see around me close The mottled, violet vapors of the deep, That wraps me in repose.

J.G. Holland

#5. Dr. Sarvis with his bald mottled dome and savage visage, grim and noble as Sibelius, was out night-riding on a routine neighborhood beautification project, burning billboards along the highway - U.S. 66,

Edward Abbey

#6. From way up here, Southern Africa looks like a creature that's rolled over to expose the vast curve of a mottled brown belly with a grey tracery of veins.

Miranda Sherry

#7. The image of Jupiter, with its ribbons of white cloud, its mottled bands of salmon pink, and the Great Red Spot staring out like a baleful eye, hung steady on the flight-deck projection screen.

Arthur C. Clarke

#8. By the road to the contagious hospital under the surge of the blue mottled clouds driven from the northeast - a cold wind.

William Carlos Williams

#9. The beast is dry and mottled, shedding skin
as minutes drop from life, a wristy piece
of dogged ugliness, its labors meant
to carve from language beauty, that beauty which
lifts free of flesh to find itself in print

John Updike

#10. The color scheme of the whole sanatorium seemed to be based on liver. Dark, glowering woodwork, burnt-brown leather chairs, walls that might once have been white but had succumbed under a spreading malady of mod or damp. A mottled brown linoleum sealed off the floor.

Sylvia Plath

#11. When she had delight in her heart, her face transcended all her suffering, whereupon the scars and the deformed features and the mottled skin became the remarkable face of a hero and the cherished face of a friend.

Dean Koontz

#12. The facade of the building bore an array of saints in their niches and they had been shot up by American troops trying their rifles, the figures shorn of ears and noses and darkly mottled with leadmarks oxidized upon the stone.

Cormac McCarthy

#13. I would like better colouration of my legs, like a little less of that English mottled purple thing that makes it necessary to wear tights all the time.

Lily Cole

#14. Say it, no ideas but in things - nothing but the blank faces of the houses and cylindrical trees bent, forked by preconception and accident - split, furrowed, creased, mottled, stained - secret - into the body of the light!

William Carlos Williams

#15. You're too late. She's my wife."
"No, she's your widow."
His revolver cracked, and I saw the blood spurt from the front of Woodley's waistcoat. He spun round with a scream and fell upon his back, his hideous red face turning suddenly to a dreadful mottled pallor.

Arthur Conan Doyle

#16. On each of two porches lie big chunks of serpentine - smooth as talc, mottled black and green. When you see rocks like that on a porch, a geologist is inside.

John McPhee

#17. An earth hard as iron lay locked beneath a sky whose mottled clouds spit snow like ashes sucked up a chimney and then dispersed with the smoke.

John Updike

#18. Love is a cliff,
A clear, cold curve of stone, mottled by stars,
Smirched by the morning, carved by the dark sea
Till stars and dawn and waves can slash no more,
Till the rock's heart is found and shaped again.

James Wright

#19. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched him glaring at me from his "box" as I liked to call it. His pale cheeks were mottled with red, the bald area on his head shining brightly underneath the artificial light. He was thick-set with thick lips that were currently tight with annoyance.

Rose Wynters

#20. Love doesna always mean burning flashes o' passion. Sometimes, it's jus' the warmth o' yer hearts as they beat yer day together." ~Old Woman Nora to her three wee granddaughters on a cold winter's night.

Karen Hawkins

#21. Dan clung to her in speechless gratitude, feeling the blessedness of mother love, - that divine gift which comforts, purifies, and strengthens all who seek it.

Louisa May Alcott

#22. I met an angel in Morocco and all I got were these lousy scars.

Laini Taylor

#23. There is no inherent mechanism in our present system which can with certainty prevent competitive sectional bargaining for wages from setting up a vicious spiral of rising prices under full employment.

William Beveridge

#24. The frail letters on the first page were barely legible; they looked like whispers, if whispers had form.

Susan Meissner

#25. What do you call a dumb carnivore? A meathead.

Anonymous

#26. You will never know the peace with God, peace of conscience, peace of mind, and peace of soul until you stand at the foot of the cross and identify yourself with Christ by faith ... this is peace with God.

Billy Graham

#27. Let's learn from the wisdom of every mother and father who teaches their daughters there is no limit on how big she can dream and how much she can achieve.

Hillary Clinton

#28. I had a lot of very religious influences - Christian religious.

David Cassidy

#29. All this machinery making modern music can still be open-hearted. Not so boldly charted, it's really just a question of your honesty.

Neil Peart

#30. I'm really just trying ... to write what feels true to me. I don't think about a lofty responsibility. I think I'd be paralyzed by that. Like any of my male colleagues, I'm writing the stories that interest me in a way that feels true to me.

Kelly Sue DeConnick

#31. Where did Gabriel get a lily,
In the month of March,
When the green
Is hardly seen
On the early larch?

Grace James

#32. I escaped the Thunder, and fell into the Lightning.

George Herbert