Literary notes about Incessantly (AI summary)
The term "incessantly" is deployed in literature to evoke the sense of an action or state that persists without interruption, often imbuing the narrative with a rhythm of relentless repetition. It is used to emphasize both physical actions and abstract states, whether denoting someone performing an act without pause ([1], [2]), describing nature’s unyielding continuity as in the steady patter of rain ([3]) or the ceaseless motion of battle ([4]), or even exploring the mental fixation of a character lost in thought ([5]). Authors extend the term’s reach to capture the enduring persistence of emotions, societal criticisms, and even natural phenomena, thereby enriching their descriptions with a dynamic intensity that underscores a perpetual, unremitting quality ([6], [7], [8]).
- And yet you incessantly stand on your head— Do you think, at your age, it is right?"
— from Alice's Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll - So he set out and thought of her so incessantly, and wished to be with her so much, that he never noticed the golden road at all.
— from Household Tales by Brothers Grimm by Jacob Grimm and Wilhelm Grimm - The March morning was bleak and dull, and a drizzling rain fell incessantly, obscuring the landscape and blotting out the distance.
— from Lady Audley's Secret by M. E. Braddon - In space itself no space remained, But all was filled with arrows rained Incessantly from each great bow Wielded by Ráma and his foe.
— from The Rámáyan of Válmíki, translated into English verse by Valmiki - "What if she comes," I thought incessantly, "well, it doesn't matter, let her come!
— from Notes from the Underground by Fyodor Dostoyevsky - But I am of opinion that a central administration enervates the nations in which it exists by incessantly diminishing their public spirit.
— from Democracy in America — Volume 1 by Alexis de Tocqueville - All this time it was incessantly hopping on behind and gaining on him, so that when the boy got to his own door he had reason for being half dead.
— from A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens - We suffered torture no pen can describe from the hungry appeals for bucksheesh that gleamed from Arab eyes and poured incessantly from Arab lips.
— from The Innocents Abroad by Mark Twain