Top 73 Quotes About Languid
#1. she opens her bedroom window and listens to the evening as it settles over the balconies and chimneys, languid and peaceful
Anthony Doerr
#2. It is a mistake to imagine, that the violent passions only, such as ambition and love, can triumph over the rest. Idleness, languid as it is, often masters them all; she influences all our designs and actions, and insensibly consumes and destroys both passions and virtues.
Francois De La Rochefoucauld
#3. We'd held each other before, on lazy summer days, between private kisses and languid touches, but never anything that I would have considered a true hug: selfless support not instigated by desire, comfort for comfort's sake. This was different.
Rose Christo
#4. [Personal] industry must be faint and languid, which is not excited by the sense of personal interest.
Edward Gibbon
#5. She was indeed a girl of exquisite beauty. She was one of those languid women made of dark honey smooth and sweet and terribly sticky.
Patrick Suskind
#6. Yes, you are creative and in slow, languid times, creativity peers out of your soul like a field mouse from its burrow at night.
Michele Jennae
#7. The body after long illness is languid, passive, receptive of sweetness, but too weak to contain it.
Virginia Woolf
#8. Why, like all men," she replied. Then added, repulsing him with a languid movement - "You are all evil!
Gustave Flaubert
#9. In India she had always felt hot and too languid to care much about anything. The fact was that the fresh wind from the moor had begun to blow the cobwebs out of her young brain and to waken her up a little.
Frances Hodgson Burnett
#10. Yes. This. It was just what she needed, because here, held by him like this, her guilt, her regret, her fears ... all of it gave way to this heady, languid sensation of being desired and she didn't want it to stop.
Any of it.
Jill Shalvis
#11. She was slender, and wonderfully graceful. Except that her movements were languid - very languid - indeed, there was nothing in her appearance to indicate an invalid.
J. Sheridan Le Fanu
#12. And then when she takes him through the whole wine tasting process, finishing with a long, languid taste that she really enjoyed "she opened her eyes and saw Nick staring at her.
"I feel like I need a cigarette and a shower after watching that.
Julie James
#13. Jesus has the dew of His youth upon Him. Others grow languid with age, but He is for ever a Priest as was Melchisedek; others come and go, but He abides as God upon His throne, world without end.
Charles Haddon Spurgeon
#14. With a rhythmic sound of languid water lapping hypnotically against a beach nearby.
Lois Lowry
#15. Montaigne says, "Books are a languid pleasure," but I find certain books vital and spermatic, not leaving the reader what he was; he shuts the book a richer man. I would never willingly read any other than such.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
#17. Let's make this a slow ride, shall we?"
The deep purr of her voice brought a sassy grin to his face. The long slant of his eyes grew languid. "You have the reins, cher. You can whip me with them if you like.
Nancy Gideon
#18. And to this hour the image of Carmilla returns to mind with ambiguous alterations
sometimes the playful, languid, beautiful girl; sometimes the writhing fiend I saw in the ruined church; and often from a reverie I have started, fancying I heard the light step of Carmilla at the drawing room door.
J. Sheridan Le Fanu
#19. He rose up like a languid god after devouring a bountiful feast.
Paula Quinn
#20. The visitors sat down, languid, and content to rest. Seecombe brought cake and wine.
Daphne Du Maurier
#21. A languid janitor bears
His lantern through colonnades
And the architecture swoons.
Wallace Stevens
#22. Americans revered action and were suspicious of intellect, associating the life of the mind with the languid, ineffectual European aristocracy they had left behind.
Susan Cain
#23. Not a breath of air stirred over the free and open prairie; the clouds were like light piles of cotton; and where the blue sky was visible, it wore a hazy and languid aspect.
Francis Parkman
#24. The song is languid and speaks of love and loneliness and loss. Why does love seem to go with the sad things?
Lisa Ann Sandell
#25. Pensive they sit, and roll their languid eyes.
John Keats
#26. I would rather produce my passions than brood over them at my expense; they grow languid when they have vent and expression. It is better that their point should operate outwardly than be turned against us.
Michel De Montaigne
#27. For to sit in a room full of books, and remember the stories they told you, and to know precisely where each one is located and what was happening in your life at time or where you were when you first read it is the languid and distilled pleasure of the connoisseur.
Sting
#28. I think of him as part tiger. He's languid to the point of appearing almost lazy, and yellow or green, those eyes are framed by ridiculous lashes, set in a strong face with prominent cheekbones, full lips, and a sensuous smile.
Ella James
#29. The suppression of the State cannot be a languid affair; it must be the task of the Revolution to finish with the State.
Noam Chomsky
#30. He was the sort of languid and elegant young man one would expect to find at a country house party, playing croquet with Bertie Wooster. Frightfully good fun, but not too many brains.
Rhys Bowen
#31. By affliction prayer is quickened, for our prayers are very apt to grow languid and formal in a time of ease.
John Newton
#32. Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds,
Exhilirate the spirit, and restore
The tone of languid nature.
William Cowper
#33. The Proustian aquarium: grotesque and gorgeous fish drifting with languid fins through a subaqueous medium of pale violet polluted ink.
Edward Abbey
#34. I feel a thousand capacities spring up in me. I am arch, gay, languid, melancholy by turns. I am rooted, but I flow.
Virginia Woolf
#36. A Tennyson garden, heavy with scent, languid; the return of the word swoon.
Margaret Atwood
#37. When I first came out, I thought, I want to walk like a real woman, I don't want to do mincing steps. And there was some girl I saw walking up Holloway Road in Islington who had this long languid walk and I thought, that's what I like, so I incorporated her walk into mine.
Eddie Izzard
#38. The wind came in languid gusts like whispered reminders.
James Franco
#39. It was quite elementary,' returned the detective with a languid gesture of one hand.
Anthony Horowitz
#40. How happy he whose toil Has o'er his languid pow'rless limbs diffus'd A pleasing lassitude; he not in vain Invokes the gentle Deity of dreams. His pow'rs the most voluptuously dissolve In soft repose; on him the balmy dews Of Sleep with double nutriment descend.
John Armstrong
#41. Mr. Casaubon had never had a strong bodily frame, and his soul was sensitive without being enthusiastic: it was too languid to thrill out of self-consciousness into passionate delight; it went on fluttering in the swampy ground where it was hatched, thinking of its wings and never flying.
George Eliot
#42. Bluebell," she said, remembering from Erotique. "Pretty name."
"I call Dmitri Dark Overlord."
"Shae," Dmitri said and the female vampire rose at once to walk quickly into the house. "Now, pretty Bluebell" - another languid stroke across her skin - "tell the Overlord what you discovered.
Nalini Singh
#43. A land In which it seemed always afternoon. All round the coast the languid air did swoon,
Richard Adams
#44. I am listless, I am a wanderer in my heart.
In the sunny haze of the languid hours, what vast vision of thine takes shape in the blue of the sky!
Rabindranath Tagore
#45. In a world where people are too languid to make something of themselves out of effort, I sell them hope. What they do with it is up to them. Invariably they drink it and then hurl it down a gutter, but that's their choice and their freedom. I won't judge them.
E.A.A. Wilson
#46. Ulysses He ... saw the dark tangled curls of his bush floating, floating hair of the stream around the limp father of thousands, a languid flatong flower.
James Joyce
#47. Time turned into a rope that unraveled as a languid spiral.
Geraldine Brooks
#48. Words can do wonderful things. They pound, purr. They can urge, they can wheedle, whip, whine. They can sing, sass, singe. They can churn, check, channelize. They can be a "Hup two three four." They can forge a fiery army of a hundred languid men.
Gwendolyn Brooks
#49. Certainly, we do not need to be soothed and entertained always like children. He who resorts to the easy novel, because he is languid, does no better than if he took a nap.
Henry David Thoreau
#50. I do nothing all day, but I am tired. Lethargy has settled into me. I feel slack and languid. Does this mean I am starting to accept this life?
David Ely
#51. In the afternoon they came unto a land
In which it seemed always afternoon.
All round the coast the languid air did swoon,
Breathing like one that hath a weary dream.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
#52. As love without esteem is capricious and volatile; esteem without love is languid and cold.
Jonathan Swift
#53. The languid transition from soft, pink-orange sunlight to deep blue darkness clashed with the clusterfuck that was my emotions.
Dan Elconin
#54. Over there, in Europe, all was shame and anger. Here it was exile or solitude, among these languid and agitated madmen who danced in order to die.
Albert Camus
#55. He saw his trunk and limbs riprippled over and sustained, buoyed lightly upward, lemonyellow : his navel, bud of flesh : and saw the dark tangled curls of his bush floating, floating hair of the stream around the limp father of thousands, a languid floating flower. [84]
James Joyce
#56. I passed a little further on and heard a peacock say: Who made the grass and made the worms and made my feathers gay, He is a monstrous peacock, and He waveth all the night His languid tail above us, lit with myriad spots of light.
W.B.Yeats
#57. How have you left the ancient love That bards of old enjoyed in you! The languid strings do scarcely move! The sound is forced, the notes are few!
William Blake
#58. Prayer as it comes from the saint is weak and languid; but when the arrow of a saint's prayer is put into the bow of Christ's intercession it pierces the throne of grace.
Thomas Watson
#59. It may seem contradictory, but in the languid tropics one spends more time contemplating those great good things of sound and sight and smell.
James A. Michener
#60. And the heart sounds like a sour conch,
calls, oh sea, oh lament, oh molten panic,
scattered in the unlucky and disheveled waves:
the sea reports sonorously
on its languid shadows, its green poppies.
Pablo Neruda
#61. Slum kids die slowly, their lives eroded at so languid a pace that even they would have trouble tracing the disintegration. To the children of war death explodes like a car bomb.
Roger Rosenblatt
#64. Then a sentimental passion of a vegetable fashion must excite your
languid spleen,
An attachment a la Plato for a bashful young potato, or a
not-too-French French bean!
W.S. Gilbert
#65. Sleep sweetly in the fields of asphodel, and waken, as of old, to stretch thy languid length, and purr thy soft contentment to the skies.
Agnes Repplier
#66. Toil is the portion of day, as sleep is that of night; but if there be one hour of the twenty-four which has the life of day without its labor, and the rest of night without its slumber, it is the lovely and languid hour of twilight.
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
#67. The Byronic hero, incapable of love, or capable only of an impossible love, suffers endlessly. He is solitary, languid, his condition exhausts him. If he wants to feel alive, it must be in the terrible exaltation of a brief and destructive action.
Albert Camus
#68. There is only continual motion. If I rest, if I think inward, I go mad. There is so much, and I am torn in different directions, pulled thin, taut against horizons too distant for me to reach. Swift, ceaseless pace. Will I never rest in sunlight again - slow, languid & golden with peace?
Sylvia Plath
#69. he glanced at me from across the sea of guests, gave me a long, languid once-over, then pulled his lower lip in through his teeth. To say the move was sexy would have been like calling a tsunami a ripple in the ocean.
Darynda Jones
#71. There was a languid feel to the night air the following evening. The breeze was
Nicholas Sparks
#72. A life without a purpose is a languid, drifting thing. Every day we ought to renew our purpose, saying to ourselves: This day let us make a sound beginning, for what we have hitherto done is nought.
Thomas A Kempis
#73. Dreamy mind easily hypnotized.
Toba Beta
