Limply Quotes & Sayings

A few shots of anti-traumatic serum might have saved him, but he was an unlisted and unwanted passenger. When that terrific surge came, he simply gasped, saw a demented whirling of bright lights against a bloody background, and fell limply against the bulkhead. — Malcom Jameson

Pretty words," Brooke said, dropping her arms so they laid limply at her sides. "But even the prettiest song can lose its intended meaning if it is repeated constantly. — Heather C. Myers

One killer exercise that's really great is pull-ups with your legs out level. That's my favourite. It's such functional core strength, and that's why I can climb up trees and down vines. — Bear Grylls

Luke continued to stare, as if he physically couldn't take his eyes off of me. My dazed mind began to function. He wasn't staring at my face, but my arms. The glove on my right arm no longer protected my scars from the outside world. It hung limply around my fingertips. Before my eyes, though, it suddenly slipped back up my arm. Noah mumbled several words directed at Luke as he placed an arm over the glove he straightened. — Katie McGarry

I promise to charm the dickens out of him,' said Will, sitting up and readjusting his crushed hat. 'I shall charm him with such force that when I am done, he will be left lying limply on the ground, trying to remember his own name.'
'The man's eighty-nine', muttered Jem. 'He may well have the problem anyway. — Cassandra Clare

I notice Ryke sitting on the edge of the bed with Daisy lounging drunkenly across his lap. "Big bad wolf ... " She reaches up to touch his hair but her arm sags limply next to her. "Eat me."
It's a provocative, intoxicated statement that I do my best to block out.
Ryke lowers his head to her, kissing Daisy once ... twice and then he says, "Every fucking day, sweetheart. — Krista Ritchie

When people talk about someone you have preconceived judgments. — Tila Tequila

Now this little gem" - Izzy's mother pulled out yet another bottle - "this is one of my favorites, guaranteed to improve your love life or your money back. Does your husband ever have trouble keeping up?" She held up a finger, then curled it limply downward as her eyebrows arched up.
The silence from upstairs was suddenly deafening. — Patricia Briggs

I was limply poking about in the garbage saying probably, for at that age I must still have been capable of general ideas, This is life. — Samuel Beckett

Because the next moment, when I was hauled out from under the bed and up to a pair of so-familiar green eyes, I just hung there limply. And stared. At a face that was hard to look at. Not that it was unattractive. There had been a time when I'd thought so-the overlarge nose, the hard-as-glass eyes, the I-couldn't-be-bothered-to-shave-today-and-possibly-not-yesterday-either stubble didn't exactly spell out movie-star good looks. But there was a lot more to John Pritkin than looks, although even there I'd started to come around recently. The strong, stubborn jawline, the rock-hard body, and the flashes of humor behind the taciturn expression-hell, even the rigid blond spikes he called hair might not add up to handsome, but they added up to something. Something that might have been disturbing if I hadn't had plenty of other things to disturb me right now. — Karen Chance

The Bible itself is less read than preached, less interpreted than brandished. Increasingly, pastors may drape a limply bound Book over the edges of the pulpit as they depart from it. Members of the congregation carry Bibles to church services; the paster announces a long passage text for his sermon and waits for people to find it, then reads only the first verse of it before he takes off. The Book has become a talisman. — Harold Bloom

Resignedly and with difficulty Tom removed the cigar - that is, he removed part of it, and then blew the remainder with a whut sound across the room, where it landed liquidly and limply in Mrs. Ahearn's lap. — F Scott Fitzgerald

Standing at the original Victorian counter was a man in a long black leather coat. His hair had been grown to counteract its unequivocal retreat from the top of his head, and was fashioned into a mean, frail ponytail that hung limply down his back. Blooms of acne highlighted his vampire-white skin. — Julia Stuart

The Frenchman beside me had been dead since dawn. His scarred and shackled body swayed limply back and forth with every sweep of the great oar as we, his less fortunate bench-fellows, tugged and strained to keep time to the stroke. — Jeffery Farnol

2:58:36 And maybe here's a bit of insight: My face is and isn't me. It's a nice face. It has lots of people in it. My parents, my grandparents, and their grandparents, all the way back through time and countless generations to my earliest ancestors - all those iterations are here in my face, along with all the people who've ever looked at me. And the light and shadows are here, too, the joys, anxieties, griefs, vanities, and laughter. The sun, the rain, the wind, the broom poles, and the iron fences that have distressed my face with lines and scars and creases - all here. — Ruth Ozeki

I shall charm him with such force that when I am done, he will be left lying limply on the ground, trying to remember his own name. — Cassandra Clare

I don't know why I feel so tremendously ashamed of myself for leaving them. Why it feels so selfish and horrible to paint. I shouldn't
shouldn't feel that way, should I? I know I shouldn't, but I can't help it."
The rose hung limply from my fingers. "All those years, what I did for them ... And they didn't try to stop you from taking me. — Sarah J. Maas

The Duke said: "Paul, I'm doing a hateful thing, but I must." He stood beside the portable poison snooper that had been brought into the conference room for their breakfast. The thing's sensor arms hung limply over the table, reminding Paul of some weird insect newly dead. The Duke's — Frank Herbert

There are moments in history when brooding tragedy and its dark shadows can be lightened by recalling great moments of the past. — Indira Gandhi

Angelique, with both hands open, lying limply on her knees, was giving herself. And Felicien remembered the evening on which she had run barefoot through the grass, so adorable that he had pursued her, and whispered in her ear, "I love you". And he understood full well that only now had she replied, with the same cry, "I love you." And he understood full well that only now had she replied, with the same cry, "I love you", the eternal cry that had finally emerged from her wide-open heart. "I love you... Take me, carry me away, I am yours. — Emile Zola

He immediately took her in his arms and cut off her stays. She didn't move. He shook her. "Artemis." Her head flopped back and forth limply. Makepeace laid a hand on his arm. "Your Grace." He ignored the other man. "Diana." "Your Grace, I'm sorry - " He swung back his arm and slapped her face, the sound echoing across the water. She choked. Immediately he flipped her so that her face was over the gunwale of the boat. She coughed and a great stream of dirty water fountained out of her mouth. He'd never seen such a wonderful sight in his life. — Elizabeth Hoyt

Her mind was a press of formless questions, mingling and crumbling limply away. — Samuel Beckett

Am I insane? I ask limply, and all feelings have fled my body. I'm numb. I'm a piece of wood. I'm a sponge, and I have no feelings, and I've absorbed all of this insanity for so long that now I'm insane myself. That's the only possible answer. — Courtney Cole

I have to force a smile off my face as I sit limply in my seat ...
Then, just as I'm congratulating myself for such a stellar plan ... — Marie Lu

All these lives," she said. "All the stories we never know." (125) — Elizabeth Strout

He allowed his eyelids to unclose themselves a tiny fraction, letting his head still loll limply on his neck. — Stephen King

Take your clothes off."
"What?"
"You heard me."
Evelyn forced her mouth shut.
She looked around the room, buying time. The faded brown curtains hung limply over the windows, not quite touching, and the afternoon light filtered through the gaps, its beams turning the dust in the air into diamonds. She could hear the rattle of a wagon on the street below and the regular rhythm of squeaking bedsprings in the adjacent room.
"So? What are you waiting for?"
She stared at the man on the moth eaten chaise longue in front of her. He was serious. — Molly Ann Wishlade

Saint-Just read for the next two hours his report on the plots of the Dantonist faction. He had imagined, when he wrote it, that he had the accused man before him; he had not amended it. If Danton were really before him, this reading would be punctuated by the roars of his supporters from the galleries, by his own self-justificatory roaring; but Saint-Just addressed the air, and there was a silence, which deepened and fed on itself. He read without passion, almost without inflection, his eyes on the papers that he held in his left hand. Occasionally he would raise his right arm, then let it fall limply by his side: this was his only gesture, a staid, mechanical one. Once, towards the end, he raised his young face to his audience and spoke directly to them: "After this," he promised, "there will be only patriots left. — Hilary Mantel