Top 47 Tawny's Quotes
#1. To witness that calm rhythm of life revives our worn souls and recaptures a feeling of belonging to the natural world. No one can return from the Serengeti unchanged, for tawny lions will forever prowl our memory and great herds throng our imagination.
George Schaller
#2. Tawny shrugged. "I was overreacting. Typical big sister move. He explained why he did it, and it makes sense, in a slightly twisted way. He's not a bad guy. He's just a jerk. But a nice one."
"That doesn't make any sense."
"Men rarely do.
Chelsea M. Cameron
#3. Tawny," I barked. My voice held the authority of a drill sergeant. She jumped. "I am NOT making out with you until the end of time. You want to do this, then you've got to work for it. Now, TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES."
"Oh," said Hugh. "I've waited ten years to hear you say that to another woman.
Richelle Mead
#4. You tempt the devil," he whispered then laid his head down and sighed. "Angels always do.
Bijou Hunter
#5. They fell a-twittering among themselves once more, and this time their intoxicating babble was of violet seas, tawny sands, and lizard-haunted walls.
Kenneth Grahame
#6. The foaminess of the Falls, together with the tinge of tawny yellow in the troubled waters, only reminded me of so much unattainable soda and sherry, and made me feel thirstier than ever.
George Augustus Henry Sala
#7. Large, tawny owl flutter past the window. At
J.K. Rowling
#8. Never a possession, always the possessor, with skin as pale as smoke, and eyes tawny and sharp as yellow wine: Desire is everything you've ever wanted. Whoever you are. Whatever you are. Everything.
Neil Gaiman
#9. Her black brows, her reddish-tawny hair and the pure red and white of her complexion defied the searching decomposing radiance: she might have been some fabled creature whose home was in a beam of light.
Edith Wharton
#10. You like to say fucking a lot, don't you?" I muttered while adding the sweatpants to the cart.
"It's like verbal salt. I enjoy sprinkling it on everything.
Bijou Hunter
#11. I can speak of our baby like this to no one else. Who but his father would linger over the exact width of his gummy little smile or the blueness of his eyes, or the sweetness of his little lick of tawny hair on his forehead?
Philippa Gregory
#12. When you smile, it's like the world is perfect. But when you say that ugly shit about yourself, I can barely keep from tearing this world apart for hurting you the way it has.
Bijou Hunter
#13. Give me mine angle, we'll to th' river: there, My music playing far off, I will betray Tawny-finned fishes. My bended hook shall pierce Their slimy jaws; and as I draw them up, I'll think them every one an Antony, And say, 'Ah, ha! are caught!'
William Shakespeare
#14. I don't want kids."
"Why?"
"My family has a genetic defect and I don't want to pass it on."
"What kind of defect?"
"We're assholes.
Bijou Hunter
#15. On the tawny sands and shelves trip the pert fairies and the dapper elves.
John Milton
#16. But I wasn't done. Staring into eyes that were as bright and beautiful than any tawny jewel, I said what I had never said before. And I said it with every ounce in my being behind it.
"I love you, Roth." My voice shook with emotion."I'm in love with you.
Jennifer L. Armentrout
#17. Keep your eye on the ridgeline, never lose sight of winter's hem. This is how you'll like to remember yourself: standing slightly apart and moving away, knowing in that last tawny rush of the leaves: what goes out there, it never comes back.
Andrew Zawacki
#18. You saved me, Judd. Months ago and that night in the rain and the day in the woods and today and every day we're together, you always save me. You're my knight."
Giving me a heartbreakingly beautiful smile, Judd took my hand. "And you're my angel.
Bijou Hunter
#19. GON. How lush and lusty the grass looks! how green!
ANT. The ground indeed is tawny.
SEB. With an eye of green in 't.
ANT. He misses not much.
SEB. No; he doth but mistake the truth totally.
William Shakespeare
#20. Grinning, I stroked his arms, over the tattoos and muscles. "Today has been fucking perfect, Judd. You can't know how perfect."
"Oh, I know. I've been counting my blessings since the moment I woke up with you next to me.
Bijou Hunter
#21. tamed his blond hair by cropping it short, but a rebellious sun-streaked strand curls over one tawny brow. Tall, broad-shouldered,
Magda Alexander
#22. I am caught in this burning scene. Pan's hour, the faunal noon. Among gumheavy serpentplants, milkoozing fruits, where on the tawny waters leaves lie wide. Pain is far.
James Joyce
#23. It must have been the scarcity of detail in that tawny landscape that made detail so precious.
Willa Cather
#24. Judd kissed me gently, comforting me with his touch. "I would die without you, angel. I would fucking lose the will to live. My old life wouldn't be worth shit. Not now that I've seen what it could be.
Bijou Hunter
#25. Aw, here is the owner of your sac," Vaughn announced when I appeared. "Take good care of it, darlin. Judd lives a dangerous life and balls are occasionally necessary."
"He can sign them out for special occasions.
Bijou Hunter
#26. That rooster. That goddamned, big-mouthed cock. I
Tawny Taylor
#27. There are other letters for the child to learn than those which Cadmus invented. The Spaniards have a good term to express this wild and dusky knolwedge, Grammatica parda, tawny grammar, a kind of mother-wit derived from that same leopard to which I have referred.
Henry David Thoreau
#28. I went up to the terrace again and looked out on the tawny, many-alleyed city. At night it looked carved from brown sugar.
Pat Conroy
#29. The faint hints of color in her complexion, her tawny blond hair, her extraordinary thinness, all spoke of that unearthly grace modern poets find in the medieval statues. Had she been happy, she'd have been ravishing: happiness constitutes pure poetry, for women.
Honore De Balzac
#30. You didn't walk away, Judd. You made me see the light when I was suffocating in the dark.
Bijou Hunter
#31. On my cornice linger the ripe black grapes ungathered;
Children fill the groves with the echoes of their glee,
Gathering tawny chestnuts, and shouting when beside them
Drops the heavy fruit of the tall black-walnut tree.
William C. Bryant
#32. It was a gracious evening, full of delectable lights and shadows. In the west was a sky of mackerel clouds-crimson and amber-tinted, with long strips of apple-green sky between. Beyond was the glimmering radiance of a sunset sea, and the ceaseless voice of many waters came up from the tawny shore.
L.M. Montgomery
#33. Coming up. A large tawny cat announced this to me at the same moment that he effortlessly elevated onto my lap. I stared at him in surprise.
Robin Hobb
#34. Every one at the bottom of his heart cherishes vanity; even the toad thinks himself good-looking,
rather tawny perhaps, but look at his eye!
Woodrow Wilson
#35. The hybrid car I was aiming for suddenly crumples under the weight of something crashing down on it. The thunder of the crash almost makes me jump out of my boots. Luckily, it covers Mom's scream. I catch a flash of tawny limbs and snowy wings. An angel. I have to blink to make sure it's real.
Susan Ee
#36. Everything about you makes me crazy," he said, thrusting harder. "I can't think of anything without you at the edges. Everything I see is a reminder of you. My life was empty, yet sufficient a month ago. Now, it's pointless without you.
Bijou Hunter
#37. Tawny ports have already spent 20 or 30 years in wood - it's not likely they're going to improve. On the other hand, they're not going to get any worse.
Robert M. Parker Jr.
#38. She was so goddamn beautiful, the way things that could end you were. Guns. Knives. The tawny bird of prey she resembled.
Anne Calhoun
#39. There were no lions any more. There had been lions once. Sometimes in the shimmer of the heat on the plains the motion of their running still flickered on the dry wind - tawny, great, and quickly gone. Sometimes the honey-colored moon shivered to the silence of a ghost-roar on the rising air.
Russell Hoban
#40. The only way we know summer is coming is by the more chilling winds, the increased dust, the tawny color of the hills, and the general dying look of things.
Caroline C. Leighton
#41. He's lying. She's lying. And before long, they're lying. Together. In bed...
Tawny Weber
#42. Neither do thou lust after that tawny weed tobacco.
Ben Jonson
#43. She was white like the sands, tawny like the sands, solitary and burning like the sands.
Honore De Balzac
#44. His cheekbones also gave his face a harsh character; but there was no harshness in the eyes which, looking at the world from under their tawny eyebrows, gave the impression of a man ever alert to greet a redeeming instinct in others but often disappointed.
James Joyce
#45. only the ground and sun and sky were left, and if one went a little farther there would be only sun and sky, and one would float off into them, like the tawny hawks which sailed over our heads making slow shadows on the grass.
Willa Cather
#46. I just need time to catch my breath before you take it away again.
Tawny Cypress
#47. When our lips parted, he sighed. "I love those eyes, angel. When they look at me, I feel like anything is possible.
Bijou Hunter