Along the coast the sea roars, and inland the mountains roar – the roaring at the center, like a distant clap of thunder.
My voice is soft, but oh, my heart roars!
As the tenor roars his passion, I think sadly of my spreading middle, and his.
In scene after scene, meaning sneaks in and sometimes roars.
There rolls the deep where grew the tree. O earth, what changes hast thou seen! There where the long street roars, hath been The stillness of the central sea. The hills are shadows, and they flow From form to form, and nothing stands; They melt like mist, the solid lands, Like clouds they shape themselves and go.
Beauty is like a train that ceaselessly roars out of the Gare de Lyon and which I know will never leave, which has not left. It consists of jolts and shocks, many of which do not have much importance, but which we know are destined to produce one Shock, which does. . . The human heart, beautiful as a seismograph. . . Beauty will be CONVULSIVE or will not be at all.
The voice that arises out of the silence is something no one can imagine until it is heard. It roars when it speaks, it lies to you and convinces you, it steals from you and leaves you without a single word of comfort.
And the wild things roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth and rolled their terrible eyes and showed their terrible claws.
Gods die with men who have conceived them. But the god-stuff roars eternally, like the sea, with too vast a sound to be heard.
When I paint, the Sea Roars Others Splash about in the bath
Self-centered anger generates evil, but wrath at social injustice becomes the driving force for reform. Strong language that censures and combats a great evil often awakens adverse reactions from society, but this must not intimidate those who believe they are right. A lion is a lion because he roars.
A lion never roars after a kill.
