Catching Quotes
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It was costly and I let the side down badly. I've been catching the ball so sweetly all week, too. I wanted to hang myself at lunch time.
Andre Nel
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I smiled: I thought to myself Mr. Rochester is peculiar — he seems to forget that he pays me £30 per annum for receiving his orders. "The smile is very well," said he, catching instantly the passing expression; "but speak too." "I was thinking, sir, that very few masters would trouble themselves to inquire whether or not their paid subordinates were piqued and hurt by their orders.
Charlotte Bronte
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There is nothing so catching as refinement.
Emily Eden
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There are nascent stirrings in the neighborhood and in the field, articulated by non-celebrated people who bespeak the dreams of their fellows. It may be catching. Unfortunately, it is not covered on the six o'clock news.
Studs Terkel
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When you mention to people growing up in Cleveland they bring up the river catching on fire, or LeBron James leaving, they have these references, but no one imagines ending up there.
Celeste Ng
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Ships are blowing up at sea, or catching fire, factories are blowing up. Are these accidents? Are these industrial sabotage? No one really suspected a spy network.
Howard Blum
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It's just kind of the way things have been going for us. We're not catching any breaks.
Alan Trammell
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Trying to explain or define grace is like catching the wind in a cardboard box or describing the color green.
Cathleen Falsani
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She smiled. He’d joked once that he feared her gown might be contagious, but it was her smile that was catching. It caught him now. He felt hooked by it, no desire to do anything except smile back at her.
Courtney Milan
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I always describe writing a story as throwing bowling pins in the air and then catching them.
George Saunders
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I'm for catching every Japanese in America, Alaska, and Hawai'i now and putting them in concentration camps.
Francis Biddle
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I was woundering what he would say, what word could sum me up right then, when i saw the lights come across his face, blaringly yellow, and suddenly he was brighter, and brighter, and i asked him what was happening, what was wrong. I remember only that light, so strong it spilled across my shoulders, and lit up his face, and how scared he looked as something big and loud hit my door, sending glass shattering across me, little sparks catching the light like diamonds, as they fell, with me, into the dark.
Sarah Dessen
