“Her lungs felt thick and slow, her mind dissolved, she felt she could cling like a bat in the long swoon of the crannied, underword darkness. Cling like a bat and sway for ever swooning in the draughts of the darkness ---”
“I felt like swooning - women swooned so much in the old days because of all the sexual repression - well, I know how they felt. I felt like swooning.”
“Jealousy clings to love's underside like bats to a bridge.”
“I could taste the peace around me and I wondered how long that would last. The night was so dark, so velvety that I felt as if it was tangible, as if I could breathe it in, as well. I felt it clinging to my skin and caressing my body like unseen hands.”
“..he continues to cling to the forlorn hope that I will turn into one of those swooning females...and fling myself squeeling at him whenever anything happens. Like all men, he clings to his illusions.”
“She hasn't had a book to read lately and that feeling of story rushes through her like a swoon.”