Sloth Quotes Novels & Stories

He exercised his fingers and Isaiah immediately raised his guards. Isaiah shoot a hundred of gigantic arrows towards Sloth. The arrows are only a meter away from him when it all stopped in the mid air and as the arrows forces their way towards Sloth, they were cut and shattered into pieces. Sloth was not only exercising his fingers. The moment he stretched his arms and cracked his knuckles, he was already playing around. "See? I told you. Your arrows can't even cut or burn my threads," Sloth said and then laughed in a mocking manner.

they turned around when they heard Nicklaus's voice and a look of surprise flashed through their eyes but it was gone immediately… They didn't think Nicklaus would be able to pick up their scent that quickly… “I'm here to collect that which belongs to the master…” The Sloth seemed calm as he spoke… “You'll only collect that in your death..” Nicklaus had that freakish smile on his face… Of course they aren't scared of the beast and would gladly kill him if they have to.. The lady whose name was Crucifix suddenly took a stand in front of the sloth… “ I've been wanting to have a duet with the Alpha supreme.. I guess now is my chance..” she grinned from ear to ear as she slowly let out her claws

I hit her back with the pillow " I am actually trying to not get us into deeper shit ! but of course it's a talk for humans not bunnies." " I'm not a bunny... You little rat." " Shut up... Freaking duck." " Stupid donkey." " Stupid sloth." " Of course, I'm talking like a stupid, how else could you understand me?" " Shut up and don't annoy me ahead, I am in no mood for that." " I'm sorry if you don't like my honesty, but to be fair, I don't want to let you leave in delusions." She said

I struggled through some of it, my tongue feeling like it was getting twisted a few times. All the while, Mr. Penn stared at me. He watched me intently as I worked my way through the quote. “What does it mean?” I chuckled. “I wrote it down, Mr. Penn. It’s a quote from Siddhartha.” “And?” Sighing, I rolled my eyes. “Wisdom cannot be imparted. Wisdom that a wise man attempts to impart always sounds like foolishness to someone else ... Knowledge can be communicated, but not wisdom. One can find it, live it, do wonders through it, but one cannot communicate and teach it.”

“I was hoping last night wasn’t a dream.” “It wasn’t,” she said, wrapping the throw tighter. “You talk in your sleep, by the way.” His brow lifted. “Please tell me I said something profound.” “You said, ‘don’t let go.’” A silence passed between them, not awkward, just full. Theo sat up, propped on one elbow, watching her. “Guess I meant it.” Sloane turned back to the window. “I don’t do this. I mean, I haven’t. Not since you.”

Rachel’s nose stung, tears quickly welling in her eyes, as she said to Tim, “I don’t like them.” Only then did Tim realize how inappropriate his casual attitude was at that moment. He hurriedly explained in a solemn tone, “Slug means I don’t want her to be too clever—being a little slow, a little clumsy helps her keep her innocence and be happy. “As for Sloth, it means never rushing through the world, never doubting its kindness, never doubting the sincerity of love, and never doubting that she deserves to be treated gently by everyone…” After hearing his explanation, Rachel felt somewhat better.

He crossed his arms while narrowing his eyes at me. Time passed while playing, laughing and revealing a few things about each other which made me late for the office. Just thinking about it gives me a weird feeling. •••••••••••••• 'Kindness is the language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see'. ~Mark Twain. I used this quote in my poem. H.LOCKHART.

ATHENA One month later…. “You know,” Sloane says, tossing a bag of tortilla chips into the cart with flair, “I think my uterus has grown cobwebs. Literal. Freaking. Cobwebs.” I snort so loud a nearby toddler swivels to look at me. “Sloane!” “What?!” she grins shamelessly, pushing her sunglasses up on her head as she saunters past the cereal aisle. “It’s been so long, Athena. I’m talking ghost-town, tumbleweed-rolling, 'CLOSED FOR BUSINESS' kind of long.”

And painted across both sides, three simple quotes from Sophia’s memoir: “You are not hard to love.” “Your silence was never a flaw. It was a pause.” “We don’t rise to impress. We rise to breathe.” Ralia sat up front beside Sophia, her journal clutched like a lifeline. Her eyes shone as brightly as the morning sun they’d chased out of Benin. “I still can’t believe this is happening,” she whispered, almost afraid to wake the dream. Sophia smiled, her gaze steady on the road ahead. “Neither can I.”

"Who are you?" Holly demanded as the thing blinked at her. The sloth took it's time blinking at her. "I'm the one that is going to ask you questions. You just answer them." Holly stared at the animal. Did it think it was threatening her? It was a sloth. It wasn't exactly the most dangerous animal she'd bet. Even Eros in his cabbit form would be able to beat this. "You're underestimating me, aren't you?" the sloth questioned with its warm honey-like voice. "I want to ask you about Lust."