Fate is not an eagle, it creeps like a rat.
Self-love for ever creeps out, like a snake, to sting anything which happens to stumble upon it.
One can never consent to creep when one feels an impulse to soar.
It is through the cracks in our brains that ecstasy creeps in.
A satirist is a man whose flesh creeps so at the ugly and the savage and the incongruous aspects of society that he has to express them as brutally and nakedly as possible in order to get relief.
Love won't be tampered with, love won't go away. Push it to one side and it creeps to the other.
So much of what we do as artists is a combination of personal experience and imagination, and how that all creeps into your work is not so linear.
Its weird when people come up to me and know stuff about my life. That sort of creeps me out.
It creeps up on you and becomes an obsession. It comes out of watching a million movies.
We knew that we were kind of odd and creeps, and we wanted to do odd, creepy stuff for people who wanted to see that.
Where men of judgment creep and feel their way, The positive pronounce without dismay.
Just as in earthly life lovers long for the moment when they are able to breathe forth their love for each other, to let their souls blend in a soft whisper, so the mystic longs for the moment when in prayer he can, as it were, creep into God.
Ambition can creep as well as soar.
I don't know what a scoundrel is like, but I know what a respectable man is like, and it's enough to make one's flesh creep.
Mr. Faulkner, of course, is interested in making your mind rather than your flesh creep.
Atlas was permitted the opinion that he was at liberty, if he wished, to drop the Earth and creep away; but this opinion was all that he was permitted.
Loyalty will not permit envy, hate, and uncharitableness to creep into our public thinking.
Even when there are times that we're not happy, happiness will creep in.
I often think that could we creep behind the actor's eyes, we would find an attic of forgotten toys and a copy of the Domesday Book.
It's just so fragile. The growing sense of 'Oh, God, what am I doing Am I any good Will I ever work again' All those questions of self doubt, they do creep in.