List Of Yawning Quotes

Now Small Fowls Flew Screaming Over The Yet Yawning Gulf; A Sullen White Surf Beat Against Its Steep Sides; Then All Collapsed; And The Great Shroud Of The Sea Rolled On As It Rolled Five Thousand Years Ago.

Art Is What Remains Of Religion: The Dance Above The Yawning Abyss.

Our Cautious Ancestors, When Yawning, Blocked The Way To The Entrance Of Evil Spirits By Putting Their Hands Before Their Mouths. We Find A Reason For The Gesture In The Delicacy Of Manner Which Forbids An Indecent Exposure.

You Can Have The Greatest Player In Terms Of Mastering An Instrument And You Could Be Yawning Your Head Off When You Hear Them. So, It's Not What You Do, But The Way You're Doing It And In The End That's All That We Have

The News Just Came In From The County Of Keck That A Very Small Bug By The Name Of Van Vleck Is Yawning So Wide You Can Look Down His Neck. This May Not Seem Very Important, I Know, But It Is, So I'm Bothering Telling You So.

Perhaps The Pleasure One Feels In Writing Is Not The Infallible Test Of The Literary Value Of A Page; Perhaps It Is Only A Secondary State Which Is Often Superadded, But The Want Of Which Can Have No Prejudicial Effect On It. Perhaps Some Of The Greatest Masterpieces Were Written While Yawning.

Only The Children Know What They Are Looking For.

Only The Children Know What They Are Looking For. They Waste Their Time Over A Rag Doll And It Becomes Very Important To Them; And If Anybody Takes It Away From Them, They Cry.

And They Heard The Roaring Thunder Of A Third Brilliantly Lighted Express. "are They Pursuing The First Travelers?" Demanded The Little Prince. "they Are Pursuing Nothing At All," Said The Switchman. "they Are Asleep In There, Or If They Are Not Asleep They Are Yawning. Only The Children Are Flattening Their Noses Against The Windowpanes." "only The Children Know What They Are Looking For," Said The Little Prince. "they Waste Their Time Over A Rag Doll And It Becomes Very Important To Them; And If Anybody Takes It Away From Them, They Cry..." "they Are Lucky," The Switchman Said.

I Have Seen The Dark Universe Yawning Where The Black Planets Roll Without Aim, Where They Roll In Their Horror Unheeded, Without Knowledge, Or Lustre, Or Name.

I Don’t Know How You Look At The Inside Of Your Head — What Metaphor You Choose — But For Those Of Us With Endless Yawning Stretches Of Interior And Nothing But Nothing To Stop Us From Getting Lost In It, Drugs Can Be Wonderfully Helpful.

No One Ever Told Me That Grief Felt So Like Fear. I Am Not Afraid, But The Sensation Is Like Being Afraid. The Same Fluttering In The Stomach, The Same Restlessness, The Yawning. I Keep On Swallowing. At Other Times It Feels Like Being Mildly Drunk, Or Concussed. There Is A Sort Of Invisible Blanket Between The World And Me. I Find It Hard To Take In What Anyone Says. Or Perhaps, Hard To Want To Take It In. It Is So Uninteresting. Yet I Want The Others To Be About Me. I Dread The Moments When The House Is Empty. If Only They Would Talk To One Another And Not To Me.