twitches QUOTES

1 " Death twitches my ear;
'Live,' he says...
'I'm coming. "

2 " The tongue can conceal the truth, but the eyes never! You're asked an unexpected question, you don't even flinch, it takes just a second to get yourself under control, you know just what you have to say to hide the truth, and you speak very convincingly, and nothing in your face twitches to give you away. But the truth, alas, has been disturbed by the question, and it rises up from the depths of your soul to flicker in your eyes and all is lost. "

― Mikhail Bulgakov , The Master and Margarita

3 " The church must suffer for speaking the truth, for pointing out sin, for uprooting sin. No one wants to have a sore spot touched, and therefore a society with so many sores twitches when someone has the courage to touch it and say: “You have to treat that. You have to get rid of that. Believe in Christ. Be converted. "

― Oscar A. Romero , The Violence of Love

4 " It is one of the unexpected disasters of the modern age that our new unparalleled access to information has come at the price of our capacity to concentrate on anything much. The deep, immersive thinking which produced many of civilization's most important achievements has come under unprecedented assault. We are almost never far from a machine that guarantees us a mesmerizing and libidinous escape from reality. The feelings and thoughts which we have omitted to experience while looking at our screens are left to find their revenge in involuntary twitches and our ever-decreasing ability to fall asleep when we should. "

― Alain de Botton , Religion for Atheists: A Non-Believer's Guide to the Uses of Religion

5 " We have no heart at seventeen. We think we do; we think we have been cursed with a holy, bloated thing that twitches at the name we adore, but it is not a heart because though it will forfeit anything in the world-the mind, the body, the future, even the last lonely hour it has-it will not sacrifice itself. "

― Andrew Sean Greer , The Confessions of Max Tivoli

6 " I don’t spot junk neighbourhoods by the way they look, but by the feel, somewhat the same process by which a dowser locates hidden water. I am walking along and suddenly the junk in my cells moves and twitches like the dowsers wand: ‘Junk here! "

― William S. Burroughs , Junky

7 " Bloody rain” says Mr Chivers
Bouncing a basketball
On the one dry patch of court
bloody rain” he nods to our Sports class
And gives us the afternoon off.
Bloody rain all right
As Annabel and I run to Megalong Creek hut
Faster than we ever have in Chivers’s class
And the exercise we have in mind
We’ve been training for all year
But I doubt if old Chivers
Will give us a medal if he ever finds out.
We high jump into the hut
And strip down
Climb under the blankets
And cheer the bloody rain
As it does a lap or two
Around the mountain
While Annabel and me
Embrace like winners should
Like good sports do
As Mr. Chivers sips his third coffee
And twitches his bad knee
From his playing days
While miles away
Annabel and I
Score a convincing victory
And for once in our school life
The words “Physical Education”
Make sense… "

― Steven Herrick , Kissing Annabel: Love, Ghosts, and Facial Hair; A Place Like This

8 " Ummmm hi" and my broken heart twitches in an attempt to start beating again "

9 " I need a drink. Now.”

After tossing—fine, throwing—my purse and keys on the couch, I march straight into the kitchen. No more delays; it's time to forget tonight. It’s been yet another night like all the other first dates that never meet a second one. When you begin to lose count, that's when it's really time for a drink.

Adrian stands there, leaning against the counter in an unbuttoned dress shirt and dark wash jeans. He glances at me as I walk in. “How was your date?” he asks, taking a swig of his scotch.

I brush past him on my mission, opening the cupboard and moving a couple bottles around. I reiterate, “I need alcohol.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I catch him hiding a smile before he says, “That bad?”

My face twitches as I ignore his line of questioning. It is more like a statement he wants me to clarify, even though he already knows the answer. Instead, I ask, “I have vodka left, don't I?” I stand on my tiptoes in hopes of spotting something in the very back. Nothing.

He waltzes over and looks with me, his chin almost touching my shoulder. “I think you polished that one off after last week's date.” His voice is low right next to my ear, very nearly causing a shiver. "

― Lilly Avalon , Here All Along

10 " Lowell’s best friend was the heroically moustached art director of a tobacco magazine that published in the same building where Lowell worked at plumbing. His name was Harry Balmer, and despite the evidence of his moustache he was nervous, compulsive, and wracked with small fears. He looked his best from across a wide room; the closer you got to him, the more he seemed to fall apart into a mass of twitches and gnawed finernails and the clearer it became that this big, smart-looking moustache was a kind of bush he was trying to hide behind. "

11 " Death twitches my ear. " Live " he says " I am coming" . "