| 1. | The Scarecrow began to grumble a bit. - from The Wonderful Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum |
| 2. | You get up in no haste, you get cross, grumble a little, and come round again. - from Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy |
| 3. | Juvenal and Tacitus alone grumble at it. - from Les Miserables by Victor Hugo |
| 4. | What, do you grumble I'll be with you straight. - from The Complete Works of William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare |
| 5. | What art thou that dost grumble there i' th' stra. - from The Complete Works of William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare |
| 6. | Well, grumble as he will, when Venus appears he is forced to smile. - from Les Miserables by Victor Hugo |
| 7. | I was half beside myself with glee and if ever I despised a man, it was old Tom Redruth, who could do nothing but grumble and lament. - from Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson |
| 8. | "How am I If we grumble at sickness, God won't grant us death," replied Platon, and at once resumed the story he had begun. - from War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy |
| 9. | If we condemn it, we either go over to the Puritans or we join those who are wont to come to table with no edge to their appetites and who therefore grumble at all good fare. - from Thus Spake Zarathustra by Friedrich Nietzsche |
| 10. | "Who are her people" grumbled the old gentleman. - from The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde |
| 11. | She grumbled at his unpunctuality, as he entered. - from The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde |
| 12. | "Hang it, Pew, we've got the doubloons" grumbled one. - from Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson |
| 13. | "Lackeys" grumbled the cardinal. - from The Three Musketeers by Alexandre Dumas, Pere |
| 14. | "In secret, too," grumbled the gaoler, looking at the written paper. - from A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens |
| 15. | "It was quite thick enough before," grumbled Lestrade, taking a chair. - from A Study In Scarlet by Arthur Conan Doyle |
| 16. | "What does he say" grumbled Porthos. - from The Three Musketeers by Alexandre Dumas, Pere |
| 17. | The heat was sweltering, and the men grumbled fiercely over their work. - from Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson |
| 18. | Well, the conclusion was, that my mistress grumbled herself calm and Mr. - from Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte |