I despise people who go to the gutter on either the right or the left and hurl rocks at those in the center.
Will they ever forgive me for writing Roughing It? They know that it was thetruth, but have I not been a mark for every vulgar editor of a village journal, throughout the length and breadth of the land to hurl a stone at, and point out as the enemy to Canada.Susanna ne e Strickland Moodie
With white tails smoking free,Long streaming manes, and arching necks, they showTheir kinship to their sisters of the sea –And forward hurl their thunderbolts of snow.Still out of hardships bred,Spirits of power and beauty and delightHave ever on such frugal pastures fedAnd loved to course with tempests through the night.roy campbell
Who hath desired the Sea? the sight of salt water unbounded The heave and the halt and the hurl and the crash of the comber wind-hounded?rudyard kipling
Here I swear, and as I break my oath may Infinity Eternity blast me, here I swear that never will I forgive Christianity! It is the only point on which I allow myself to encourage revenge... Oh, how I wish I were the Antichrist, that it were mine to crush the Demon, to hurl him to his native Hell never to rise again I expect to gratify some of this insatiable feeling in Poetry.Percy Bysshe Shelley
Let me live in my house by the side of the road, Where the race of men go by; They are good, they are bad; they are weak, they are strong. Wise, foolish. so am I; Then why should I sit in the scorner's seat, Or hurl the cynic's ban? Let me live in my house by the side of the road, And be a friend to man.sam walter foss
Soulmates aren’t the ones who make you happiest, no. They’re instead the ones who make you feel the most. Burning edges and scars and stars. Old pangs, captivation and beauty. Strain and shadows and worry and yearning. Sweetness and madness and dreamlike surrender. They hurl you into the abyss. They taste like hope.Victoria Erikson
Who hath desired the Sea?the sight of salt water unbounded The heave and the halt and the hurl and the crash of the comber wind-hounded? The sleek-barrelled swell before storm, grey, foamless, enormous, and growing Stark calm on the lap of the Line or the crazy-eyed Hurricane blowing.
Thus I hurl My dazzling spells into the spongyair.john milton