Slender Inspirational Quotes & Sayings

They were all slender, frail creatures with wondering Wes and soft fluttery voices. But they were all made out of thin invisible steel. — Betty Smith

Perfectly good sex?" Cam interrupted us, drawing both our gazes. His voice was low with some unnamed emotion. "Abstain?" His now heated eyes ran the length of me before returning to meet mine. "Then he isn't doing it right. — Samantha Young

You should be loud enough to be heard, but not overshadow the soloist or the other members of the rhythm section. Finding this volume balance is critical for a good feeling in the band. Creating bass lines — Sher Music

He wonders briefly if he can still keep the Molinaro's trust money if he murders Patrick. He's pretty sure there's no Molinaro stipulation against that. Murder's always been a viable Molinaro alternative to accepting the consequences of any situation that's gone wrong. — Leta Blake

Michael staggered to his feet and turned to face his worst nightmare. Baal stood before him, a smirk on his face. He wore his signature grey, pinstripe, three-piece suit, and casually twisted his pinky ring on his long and slender well-manicured finger. As it rotated Michael caught a glimpse of the rubies in the skull's eye sockets. His black hair was slicked back, the sight of his false appearance made Michael sick to his stomach. — Wendy Owens

There are two kinds of researchers : those that have implemented something and those that have not. The latter will tell you that there are 142 ways of doing things and that there isn't consensus on which is best.The former will simply tell you that 141 of them don't work. — David Cheriton

We lay down a fundamental principle of generalization by abstraction: The existence of analogies between central features of various theories implies the existence of a general theory which underlies the particular theories and unifies them with respect to those central features. — E. H. Moore

Sunflowers, Not Facing the Sun (A Poem)
I stand tall
As gracious as one could be
Blooming to my best
As slender as it touches my being
Everyone else is facing the sun
Bending towards its unfathomable galore
They and I are both undoubtedly
Grown on the benevolence of life's essence
The brighter side mercilessly feeding desires unbound
By daunting the "courage to know" with each spin
Though, I am not able to face the sun the way they do
Yet, I learn from the knowledge bred within me
Beyond achievement markers, but an adverse ability
An opportunity to exercise my special self
From the cherubic attire of my blessed soul
To the unfathomable mystery the drape of this world hides
That I, by not facing the sun
Hunt the gems in the milieu of the human existence — Annie Ali

The strands that connect us are frail, so don't hang great weights on slender wires ... — John Geddes

Esca tossed the slender papyrus roll onto the cot, and set his own hands over Marcus's. "I have not served the Centurion because I was his slave," he said, dropping unconsciously into the speech of his own people. "I have served Marcus, and it was not slave-service ... my stomach will be glad when we start on this hunting trail. — Rosemary Sutcliff

Everyone will live in his own cathedral. — Ivan Chtcheglov

I love to win; but I love to lose almost as much. I love the thrill of victory, and I also love the challenge of defeat. — Lou Gehrig

I allow her to pull away. "You gave them an entire continent."
"I did."
"You're going to lose the respect of your people." I capture her hand.
Still alive. It's going to take several minutes to believe it.
"And you'll win it back for me. — Laura Thalassa

[Alexander von] Humboldt showers us with true treasures. — Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

He rose, took a slender silver water can with a long slim neck and staggered out. After a while he came back and put the can on the floor. We all rose to congratulate him, for his body had cleared itself of superfluous matter. — Kurban Said

Singing is my pleasure, but not in church, for the parson said the gargoyles must remain on the outside, not seek room in the choir stalls. So I sing inside the mountain of my flesh, and my voice is as slender as a reed and my voice has no lard in it. When I sing the dogs sit quiet and people who pass in the night stop their jabbering and discontent and think of other times, when they were happy. And I sing of other times, when I was happy, though I know that these are figments of my mind and nowhere I have been. But does it matter if the place cannot be mapped as long as I can still describe it? — Jeanette Winterson

You don't have to hit anybody on the head to be sexy. — Eartha Kitt

The opposite of love is fear, not hate. — Yoko Ono