Stalks Quotes

#1. And there is no living creature, though the whims of eons had put its eyes on boggling stalks and clamped it in a carapace, diminished it to a pinpoint and given it a taste for mud and stuck it down a well or hid it under a stone, but that creature will live on if it can.

Marilynne Robinson

#2. Religion stalks across the face of human history, knee-deep in the blood of innocents, clasping its red hands in hymns of praise to an approving God.

Philip Appleman

#3. The sky had cleared, and now the sun was overhead, already baking the wet ground so that you could see the humidity drifting lazily above the cotton stalks.

John Grisham

#4. I often compare Margaret Thatcher with Florence Nightingale. She stalks through the wards of our hospitals as a lady with a lamp. Unfortunately, it's a blowlamp.

Denis Healey

#5. They make a mess," Jared told her. "Tulip foliage dies and turns an ugly yellow. Pansies aren't hardy. The bloom stalks on lavender drop their buds. Violets seed themselves." His tone of voice made it clear that seeding oneself was a perversion.

Sheri S. Tepper

#6. Stewart got out of the truck and walked into the wheat field he'd parked beside. The stalks grew higher the deeper into the field he went. He continued walking. The stalks were slightly taller than his waist, but he still didn't know what to say.

Andrew Kaufman

#7. He is there; I feel him, one ten-thousandth of an inch outside my range of vision. I stalk him. He stalks me. The man who wrote these books is not the man who lives in them. That man is the form; Will Henry is the shadow. And now that shadow lives in me. And it lives in you.

Rick Yancey

#8. Death stalks all of us by default.

Steve Merrick

#9. Rumor goes forth at once, Rumor than whom No other speedier evil thing exists; She thrives by rapid movement, and acquires Strength as she goes; small at the first from fear, She presently uplifts herself aloft, And stalks upon the ground and hides her head Among the clouds.

Virgil

#10. ...He was succeeded by a gentleman who gazed at the Brussels sprouts and asked if the funny little knobs on the stalks were a form of disease. I told him yes. Eczema.

Beverley Nichols

#11. Now when the primrose makes a splendid show, And lilies face the March-winds in full blow, And humbler growths as moved with one desire Put on, to welcome spring, their best attire, Poor Robin is yet flowerless; but how gay With his red stalks upon this sunny day!

William Wordsworth

#12. The plants filled the place, a forest of them, with nasty meaty leaves and stalks like the newly washed fingers of dead men.

Raymond Chandler

#13. When the cougar stalks by night, the hunted must become the hunter.

Heather Graham

#14. I renounce war for its consequences, for the lies it lives on and propagates, for the undying hatred it arouses, for the dictatorships it puts in place of democracy, for the starvation that stalks after it. I renounce war, and never again, directly or indirectly, will I sanction or support another.

Harry Emerson Fosdick

#15. The leaves hop, scraping on the ground. It is deep January. The sky is hard. The stalks are firmly rooted in ice. It is in this solitude, a syllable, Out of these gawky flitterings, Intones its single emptiness, The savagest hollow of winter-sound.

Wallace Stevens

#16. Ripe strawberries hung from the little plants, row after row. They gleamed like baubles, bright and red among the leaves, weighing down their stalks.

Odo Hirsch

#17. Early summer fireflies are beginning to dance above the spindly green stalks of weeds like lonesome boys looking for something beautiful and shiny to flash back at them. Lovers looking for someone to love.

Holly Schindler

#18. Fate stalks us with depressing monotony from womb to tomb, and, when we are least expecting it, deals us a series of crushing blows from behind.

Hesketh Pearson

#19. I make bean stalks, I'm A builder, like yourself.

Edna St. Vincent Millay

#20. The world is governed by chance. Randomness stalks us every day of our lives.

Paul Auster

#21. It is deep January. The sky is hard. The stalks are firmly rooted in ice.

Wallace Stevens

#22. People weighed down with troubles do not look back; they know only too well that misfortune stalks them.

Victor Hugo

#23. Celery leaves are an underused ingredient, most likely because supermarkets sell mostly leafless stalks.

Yotam Ottolenghi

#24. Pansies in soft April rains Fill their stalks with honeyed sap Drawn from Earth's prolific lap.

Bayard Taylor

#25. If rumours are true a snail's sex organs are located on the back of its head, how about that eh? It gives a whole new meaning to having your brains fucked out, no wonder their eyes are out on stalks.

Gillibran Brown

#26. The worst part about losing someone you love - besides the agony of never getting to see them again - are the things you never said. The unsaid stalks you, mocks you for thinking you had all the time in the world. None of us do.

Karen Marie Moning

#27. My soul has been haunted by something like those forgotten melodies that come back to us at twilight, during those slow hours in which memory, like a ghost among ruins, stalks our thoughts.

Gustave Flaubert

#28. Intemperance is a hydra with a hundred heads. She never stalks abroad unaccompanied with impurity, anger, and the most infamous profligacies.

Saint John Chrysostom

#29. Fire is fed by fire. The same small flame destroys Two stalks of wheat at once.

Federico Garcia Lorca

#30. When I wake up, the dying light of the day makes everything seem to matter, from the yellowing sky to the stalks of grass above my head, waving in slow motion like a beauty queen.

John Green

#31. Back in Russia we were dirt-poor. Here in the West we are still poor but have risen above the dirt to tower alongside stalks of grass!

Vera Nazarian

#32. The clock struck the solemn hour of one, that hour when fancy stalks outside reason, and malignant possibilities stand rock-firm as facts.

Thomas Hardy

#33. No matter how devastating our struggles, disappointments, and troubles are, they are only temporary. No matter what happens to you, no matter the depth of tragedy or pain you face, no matter how death stalks you and your loved ones, the Resurrection promises you a future of immeasurable good.

Josh McDowell

#34. The poppies hung Dew-dabbled on their stalks.

John Keats

#35. What if I said I wanted a friend?' The ship crouches among the fresh-cut stalks. 'Or a lover? That's how you make a person, yes? By affection and intimacy. By touches like knives in a salted bed.

Benjanun Sriduangkaew

#36. Apple trees bear apples, wheat stalks produce wheat, and forgiven people forgive people.

Max Lucado

#37. Psychologists call it "free-floating" anxiety. What contradictory words. Anxiety doesn't free-float. It stalks. It attacks. It lands on you with a thud.

Martha Manning

#38. That's something like the sensation of losing someone. You are never in your life so alive, and so aware of being alive, yet so isolated and abandoned, as when a loved one is taken from you. The planet will move right through you like wind through stalks of grass.

Dennis Bock

#39. THE FUTURE There is nothing about it. Much science fiction is set there but is not about it. Prophecy is not about it. It sways no yarrow stalks. And crystal is a mirror. Even the man we nailed on a tree for a lookout said little about it; he told us evil would come. We

Les Murray

#40. The stretching, yearning stalks hiss against the boat's bottom, making a white noise that sounds like pollen coming out of a piss-blizzard.

Chuck Wendig

#41. The box opens and the razors slide out, whisper sweet.
Used to be that my whole body was my canvas-hot cuts licking my ribs, ladder rungs climbing my arms, thick milkweed stalks shooting up my thighs.

Laurie Halse Anderson

#42. It is said that God notes each sparrow that falls. And so He does. But the proper closest statement of it that can be made in English is that God cannot avoid noting the sparrow because the Sparrow is God. And when a cat stalks a sparrow both of them are God, carrying out God's thoughts.

Robert A. Heinlein

#43. I believe that great weirdness stalks the universe. That's not the issue with me, but it is not tacky. It is not tacky.

Terence McKenna

#44. If God had created celery, it would only have two stalks, because that's the most that almost any recipe ever calls for.

Skint Foodie

#45. Shauna stalks into a room as though it offends her. She was a plus-size model, one of the few known by one name. Shauna. Like Cher or Fabio. She stood six one and weighed one hundred ninety pounds. She was, as you might expect, a head-turner, and all heads in the waiting room obliged. Shauna

Harlan Coben

#46. Feminism has tried to dismiss the femme fatale as a misogynist libel, a hoary cliche. But the femme fatale expresses woman's ancient and eternal control of the sexual realm. The specter of the femme fatale stalks all of men's relationships with women.

Camille Paglia

#47. and thrust into the great sea of wheat, yellow, wavy, and murmurous, full of quiet motion and small whisperings. Here he often loved to wander, through the forest of stiff strong stalks that carried their own golden sky away over his head - a

Kenneth Grahame

#48. Fuck you!"
She stalks back around my desk toward the door.
"Here? Now?" I look up at the ceiling, like I'm debating the prospect. "Well ... okay. But be gentle. My couch is a virgin.

Emma Chase

#49. A small patch of sunflowers came into view. Dozens of tall stalks topped with heavy golden flower heads swayed in they hot breeze. From a distance they looked like a group of ladies with their heads hung low, as if embarrassed that they'd arrived at a party wearing identical hats.

Beth Hoffman

#50. Evil is not an abstract concept. It lives. It has a form. It stalks. It is too real.

Dr. Tom Dooley

#51. The cat walked stiffly round a leg of the table with tail on high. - Mkgnao! - O, there you are, Mr Bloom said, turning from the fire. The cat mewed in answer and stalked again stiffly round a leg of the table, mewing. Just how she stalks over my writingtable. Prr. Scratch my head. Prr.

James Joyce

#52. Power is the mistress that stalks us all.

Tim Sanders

#53. I watch him, enthralled as slowly, like the predator he is, he stalks me in time to the slow sultry beat of the music. He's barefoot, wearing just an untucked white shirt, jeans, and a smoldering look.
Nina sings "You're mine" as Christian reaches me, his intention clear.

E.L. James

#54. chicken eggs sell for two million reichsmarks apiece, and rheumatic fever stalks Children's House like a wolf. There is no butter or meat. Fruit is a memory.

Anthony Doerr

#55. Butterflies add another dimension to the garden, for they are like dream flowers - childhood dreams - which have broken loose from their stalks and escaped into the sunshine.

Miriam Rothschild

#56. When you falter, all eludes.
This is a seasick way,
this almost/never touching, this
drawing-off, this to-and-fro.
Subtlety stalks in your eyes,
your tongue knows what it knows.
I want your secrets - Iwillhave them out.
Seasick, I drop into the sea.

Adrienne Rich

#57. I love to study the many things that grow below the corn stalks and bring them back to the studio to study the color. If one could only catch that true color of nature - the very thought of it drives me mad.

Andrew Wyeth

#58. It's the darkness when a light is quenched, the silence when a sound fades. It takes the final breath from the smallest insect and the mightiest king. It knows us all, stalks us all, and in the end claims us all.

Darren Shan

#59. Though the contradictions of war seem sudden and simultaneous, history stalks before it strikes. Something tolerated soon becomes something good.

Anne Michaels

#60. I never think that I am the one who must see to it that cherries grow on stalks

C. G. Jung

#61. We don't have dealings. He just stalks me. I'm popular like that.

Nenia Campbell

#62. I am not your victim because you are not a predator any more than a bottle of scotch stalks an alcoholic.

Sue William Silverman

#63. Every creatures stalks some other, and catches it, and is caught.

Mignon McLaughlin

#64. The fullness ends when we give Nature her ransom, when we make children for her. Then she is through with us, and we become, first inside, and then outside, junk. Flower stalks.

John Updike

#65. I was on the verge of tears, so I turned and ran past the trailer and along the field road until I was safely out of their sight. Then I ducked into the cotton and waited for friendly voices. I sat on the hot ground, surrounded by stalks four feet tall, and I cried, something I really hated to do.

John Grisham

#66. Everything is strange. Things are huge and very small. The stalks of flowers are thick as oak trees. Leaves are high as the domes of vast cathedrals. We are giants, lying here, who can make forests quiver.

Virginia Woolf

#67. Trochee trips from long to short; From long to long in solemn sort Slow Spondee stalks.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

#68. She turns and stalks off in search of other minions to intimidate, leaving you flexing your fingers and trying to decide whether you want to strangle her or go down on your knees and beg for lessons.

Charles Stross

#69. They trapped the Lion on Shamu's plain; They weighted his limbs with an iron chain; They cried aloud in the trumpet-blast, They cried, "The lion is caged at last!" Woe to the Cities of river and plain If ever the Lion stalks again! - Old Ballad.

Robert E. Howard

#70. Soledad Barrio is clearly a master - of thrilling steps and passionate movement. She stalks, she circles, she struts, she snaps her head - her feet drill the stage.

Robert Gottlieb

#71. She is surrounded by stalks of dahlias, orange and yellow and pale red, with leaves so big you could write your life story on each one. She looks like a flower in the garden, just like her mother said.

Alice Hoffman

#72. Dependence on drugs is not a disease, it is not a virus, it is not something that stalks only the dregs of society. Drug addiction is REALIZED EMOTIONAL DEFICIENCY SYNDROME.

Plamen Chetelyazov

#73. Success, however, does nothing to diminish the knowledge that failure stalks everything you do.

Michael Chabon

#74. Success is a plant that needs to be watered every day. Without water; if you fail to tend to it, it dies. And on that waterless soil, from the withered stalks of abandoned success, almost imperceptibly, the weed of failure is born ...

Mauricio Chaves Mesen

#75. Art Gropes. It stalks like a hunter lost in the woods, listening to itself and to everything around it, unsure of itself, waiting to pounce.

John Gardner

#76. Love has been buried forever under the leaves at my feet. I lie down on the ground and rest my head on my bag. The grass tickles my arms where I bend the stalks under my neck.
I want to sleep.

Shan Sa

#77. If you do not receive Christ as the Lamb who saves and delivers, you will face Him as the Lion who stalks and devours.

Steven J. Lawson

#78. The wind that makes music in November corn is in a hurry. The stalks hum, the loose husks whisk skyward in half-playing swirls, and the wind hurries on ... A tree tries to argue, bare limbs waving, but there is no detaining the wind.

Aldo Leopold

#79. The Ogre does what ogres can, Deeds quite impossible for Man, But one prize is beyond his reach: The Ogre cannot master speech. About a subjugated plain, Among it's desperate and slain, The Ogre stalks with hands on hips, While drivel gushes from his lips.

W. H. Auden

#80. I hate war ... for the dictatorships it puts in the place of democracies, and for the starvation that stalks after it.

Harry Emerson Fosdick

#81. Processions that lack high stilts have nothing that catches the eye.
What if my great-granddad had a pair that were twenty foot high,
And mine were but fifteen foot, no modern stalks upon higher,
Some rogue of the world stole them to patch up a fence or a fire.

William Butler Yeats

#82. I take my metal canister of tea off the shelf. It is my own mixture of dried lavender blossoms and lemon balm, harvested from my garden and hung in the storeroom to dry. Weed helped me hang these stalks, I think. His hands touched these tender leaves, just as they touch me.

Maryrose Wood

#83. My mom allowed me to take an old burlap bag and fill it with moss, corn stalks and rocks, then hang it from a tree and spend an hour a day punching my heavy bag.

Joe Frazier

#84. The Moon, the dried weeds and the Pleiades - Seven feet tall the dark, dried weed stalks make a part of the night a red lace on the milky blue sky

William Carlos Williams