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arrow in the quiver

One of several options or alternatives available. With all this varied job experience under my belt, I have more than one arrow in the quiver if this particular career path isn't to my liking. I've got a job interview next week, but I'm still handing out my résumé so that I'll have another arrow in the quiver.
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quiver with (something)

To tremble or shake because of some extreme emotion or condition. I positively quivered with anticipation as I opened up the letter from Harvard. We sat quivering with fear as the troops passed through town. The poor child was quivering with fever by the time I came home with her medicine.
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quiver with something

1. Lit. to shake or shiver from something, such as cold, fear, anticipation, etc. On seeing the bear, the dogs quivered with fear. Todd quivered with the cold.
2. Fig. to experience eagerness or joy. I quivered with delight when I saw the dessert. Tom quivered with eagerness as the door opened.
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an arrow in the quiver

one of a number of resources or strategies that can be drawn on or followed.
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Cole's skill at evoking this humour suggests that he himself is quiveringly attuned to the tiny shudders--say, an inexplicable bid in a game of cards--that suggest the life-threatening fault lines in people's lives.
Has any single issue, since the game began, made rugby football look so quiveringly demented as the so-called debate into whether there should be a limit on tangible advancement?
In the Chocolate Quarry and Jones, Stephen Rappaport offers Joycean, quiveringly intense glimpses of men on the very edge of sanity.
While there's something odd about her quiveringly high-pitched voice and wispy yet curiously weighted carriage, her femininity never feels feigned or contrived so much as imperfectly adopted.
The Commonwealth champion only just managed to clear 1.68m at her third attempt, flicking the bar with the back of her thigh as she did so and looking mightily relieved when it stayed quiveringly in place.
The memory of Sarah Cayley--her body, her flesh--blocks the way: "now it loomed steadily in the dark, now it leapt quiveringly into the red, vaporous light" (150).