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“He was kindhearted, in a way. You know the sort of kind heart: it made him uncomfortable more often than it made him do anything; and even when he did anything, it did not prevent him from grumbling, losing his temper and swearing (mostly to himself).”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, Tales from the Perilous Realm

“Jonn Deire picked up eight yellowed and dog-eared cards from the pile, grumbling ‘garrnâ€� under his breath, while chewing on a frazzled looking toothpick. Skooch threw down a five of reds and said nothing. There was an impatient pause as the players waited for Beck to remember he had to play for Peeping William, who was still grumbling softly and rolling his eyes at intervals.”
― Christina Engela, Loderunner

“Why is is always me? Why is it never your name they're screaming through the sun-cursed door?'

She smiled sweetly. 'Because I'm nice and pretty.'

'I'm nice and pretty,' he grumbled.”
― Carissa Broadbent, The Serpent and the Wings of Night

“So this is how you've been living,' the little imp grumbles. 'A worm in a butterfly's cocoon.”
― Holly Black, The Wicked King

“You can just call me Vale,' he grumbled. 'I suppose that once someone has seen my bare ass, we can drop the titles.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Six Scorched Roses