Only miracle is plain; it is in the ordinary that groans with the weight of glory.
The best prayers have often more groans than words.
Yank some of the groans out of your prayers and shove in some shouts.
Why won't you take me, Remington?" He groans and pulls me closer. "Because I want you too much".
Writing makes no noise, except groans, and it can be done everywhere, and it is done alone.
It is an unfortunate human failing that a full pocketbook often groans more loudly than an empty stomach.
For the poison of hatred seated near the heart doubles the burden for the one who suffers the disease; he is burdened with his own sorrow, and groans on seeing another's happiness.
Act', implores the Ghost of Future Regret. 'I shan't give you another chance'. [and so Jacob does] 'Damned fool,' groans the Demon of Present Regret. 'What have you done?
God is glorified, not by our groans, but by our thanksgivings.
I don't mind a crowd's not laughing; it's the groans that slow down the show.
I hope that no more groans of wounded men and women will ever go to the ear of the Great Spirit Chief above, and that all people may be one people.
Hungarian Language — savage it may be but of a beauty that has nothing human about it, with sonorities of another universe, powerful and corrosive, appropriate to prayer, to groans and to tears, risen out of hell to perpetuate its accent and its aura…words of nectar and cyanide.
With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come. And let my liver rather heat with wine, than my heart cool with mortifying groans.
I have no interest at all in food and drink, but only in slaughter and blood and the agonized groans of mangled men
Government ought to be as much open to improvement as anything which appertains to man, instead of which it has been monopolized from age to age, by the most ignorant and vicious of the human race. Need we any other proof of their wretched management, than the excess of debts and taxes with which every nation groans, and the quarrels into which they have precipitated the world?"
Great Brahma from his mystic heaven groans, And all his priesthood moans.
He who loves his neighbor burns his heart, and the heart, like green wood, groans when it burns, and distills itself in tears. There is no point in taking opium; it is better to put salt and vinegar in the soul's wound, for if you fall asleep and no longer feel the pain, then you no longer exist. And the point is to exist.
I don't speak. . . I operate a machine called language. It creaks and groans, but is mine own.
How alike are the groans of love to those of the dying.
