And the Raven, never flitting.
Still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas
Just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming
Of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamplight over him streaming
Throws his shadow on the floor.
And my soul from out that shadow,
That lies floating on the floor,
Shall be lifted - nevermore. [ Poe ]

The smallest hair throws its shadow. [ Goethe ]

Yet, all beneath the unrivalled rose,
The lowly daisy sweetly blows;
Tho' large the forest's monarch throws
His army shade,
Yet green the juicy hawthorn grows,
Adown the glade. [ Burns ]

O cursed lust of gold! when for thy sake
The fool throws up his interest in both worlds. [ Blair ]

Now the bright Morning-star, Day's harbinger,
Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her
The flow'ry May, who from her green lap throws
The yellow Cowslip, and the pale Primrose. [ Milton ]

Trade hardly deems the busy day begun,
Till his keen eye along the sheet has run;
The blooming daughter throws her needle by.
And reads her schoolmate's marriage with a sigh;
While the grave mother puts her glasses on.
And gives a tear to some old crony gone.
The preacher, too, his Sunday theme lays down,
To know what last new folly fills the town;
Lively or sad, life's meanest, mightiest things.
The fate of fighting cocks, or fighting kings. [ Sprague ]

He who neglects the present moment throws away all he has. [ Schiller ]

Woman is an idol that man worships, until he throws it down.

Better is an ass that carries us than a horse that throws us. [ Josiah Gilbert Holland (pseudonym Timothy Titcomb) ]

I had rather ride on an ass that carries me than a horse that throws me. [ English Proverb, collected by George Herbert ]

A woman who throws herself at a man's head will soon find her place at his feet. [ Louis Desnoyers ]

How far that little candle throws his beams! so shines a good deed in a naughty world. [ William Shakespeare ]

Friendship throws a greater luster on prosperity, while it lightens adversity by sharing in its griefs and anxieties. [ Cicero ]

Laughing cheerfulness throws the light of day on all the paths of life; sorrow is more confusing and distracting than so-called giddiness. [ Jean Paul ]

O cursed lust of gold; when for thy sake The fool throws up his interest in both worlds, First starved in this, then damn'd in that to come. [ Blair ]

Nature works very hard, and only hits the white once in a million throws. In mankind, she is contented if she yields one master in a century. [ Ralph Waldo Emerson ]

The make-weight! The make-weight! which fate throws into the balance for us at every happiness! It requires much courage not to be down-hearted in this world. [ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe ]

But the grave is not deep; it is the shining tread of an angel that seeks us. When the unknown hand throws the fatal dart at the end of man, then boweth he his head and the dart only lifts the crown of thorns from his wounds. [ Richter ]

Wit throws a single ray, separated from the rest, - red, yellow, blue, or any intermediate shade, - upon an object; never white light; that is the province of wisdom. We get beautiful effects from wit, - all the prismatic colors, - but never the object as it is in fair daylight. [ Holmes ]

The world is divided into two armies. Men make offensive war, women defensive. Love exalts and excites the two parties. They meet hand to hand. Love throws himself into their midst, agitating his torch. But the struggle differs from other battles: instead of destroying, it multiplies the combatants. [ S. Marechal ]

A beau is one who arranges his curled locks gracefully, who ever smells of balm, and cinnamon; who hums the songs of the Nile, and Cadiz; who throws his sleek arms into various attitudes; who idles away the whole day among the chairs of the ladies and is ever whispering into some one's ear; who reads little billets-doux from this quarter and that, and writes them in return; who avoids ruffling his dress by contact with his neighbors sleeve, who knows with whom everybody is in love; who flutters from feast to feast, who can recount exactly the pedigree of Hirpinus. What do you tell me? is this a beau, Cotilus? Then a beau, Cotilus, is a very trifling thing. [ Martial ]