A series of howls and war cries echoed through the camp....The werewolves and Japanese had attacked." -pg.353 Forbidden Nights with a Vampire Kerrelyn Sparks
Let the dogs bark, the wolves howl, the lightnings flash and the crows caw, you continue doing your job!
If the people raise a great howl against my barbarity and cruelty, I will answer that war is war, and not popularity seeking.
I have seen and heard comedians who had really funny 'stuff' but yet could not make the people laugh; then, again - I have seen others whose stuff was anything but humorous, and the audience would howl with laughter.
And he howled in agony, in a pain that would never cease as long as he lived. His tortured voice echoed in those mountains for a long long time...
To buy a cake... to howl at the moon... to know true happiness... I am happy.
We shall see that at which dogs howl in the dark, and that at which cats prick up their ears after midnight.
Hmmm. I think a lot of people can write poems that are howls of anguish. I think I've probably written such things and then torn them up.
Martin: [Referring to Renfield] I've heard to wolves howling at night he thinks that are talking to him. He's CRAZY!
Witch of the Waste: It looks like your true love is in love with someone else!
Old Sophie: What a dump. When I think of castles, it's not what I picture.
Now, I am about to be nailed as the man who disliked 'Howl's Moving Castle.' Lord, give me strength! Also, IT, please disconnect the e-mail thing.
You have put me in here a cub, but I will come out roaring like a lion, and I will make all hell howl!
I've never felt like I was born with a silver spoon at all, although I've felt like howling at the moon a lot of times!
The roaring of lions, the howling of wolves, the raging of the stormy sea, and the destructive sword, are portions of eternity, too great for the eye of man.
Mother, just like the last fifty-five thousand times you’ve mentioned it, I have no intention of getting married and having a family. You’re just going to have to content yourself with the grandchildren you already have.” ... ... His mother nar...
As if reading his mind, Lily huffed. “You’re as predictable as the spring rains, son of mine, and as boring as drying paint. Unless there’s an emergency, you’re home every night by seven, you eat dinner go for a run, watch exactly one hour of...
Tears sprang from her eyes and she bit her lip to stop herself from howling at the bright pain.
Look. Survey. Inspect. My hair is ruined! I look like a pan of bacon and eggs!
Some people are thoroughly self-centred. This thing goes with me. I need it for moral support.
But I discovered that people like me -- they do, you know, if you like them -- and then it was all right.
