B Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with B. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“Beneath all of her thoughts and worries, beneath the complication of conflicting identities and needs, maybe it's as simple as loving the way some other person looks when they're sleeping.”
“Beneath all of these addictions is this disease, this control disease which is the mark of our society.”
“Beneath all the rhetoric about relevance lies a profoundly disturbing possibility - that people may base their lives upon an illusion, upon a blatant lie. The attractiveness of a belief is all too often inversely proportional to its truth... To allow "relevance" to be given greater weight than truth is a mark of intellectual shallowness and moral irresponsibility.”
“Beneath all the wealth of detail in a geological map lies an elegant, orderly simplicity.”
“Beneath anger, there are hurt feelings.”
Source: Parent Yourself Again: Love Yourself the Way You Have Always Wanted to Be Loved
“Beneath every cynic there's a frustrated romantic.”
“Beneath every excuse lies a fear. Practice being fearless.”
“Beneath every history, another history.”
Source: Hilary Mantel Collection: Six of Her Best Novels
“Beneath every mountain lies a valley and beyond every problem lies a solution.”
“Beneath every no lays a passion for yes that had never been broken.”
Source: The Palm at the End of the Mind: Selected Poems and a Play
“Beneath every protective behavior is a feeling (emotion) of the fight, flight, freeze, or fawn.
And beneath each feeling (emotion) of the fight, flight, freeze, or fawn is a need to be safe.
When we meet that need of safety rather than focus on the protective behavior that does not protect, we begin to deal with the cause and not the symptom.”
“Beneath every story, there is another story. There is a hand within the hand...... There is a blow behind the blow.”
Source: The Power
“Beneath everything else, North and West, there ran a profound, unvoiced, almost subconscious conviction that the [American] nation was going to go on growing-in size, in power, in everything a man could think of-and in that belief there was a might and a fury that would take form instantly at the moment of shock.”
“Beneath heaven’s vault
remember always walking
through halls of cloud
down aisles of sunlight
or through high hedges
of the green rain
walk in the world
highheeled with swirl of cape
hand at the swordhilt
of your pride
Keep a tall throat
Remain aghast at life
Enter each day
as upon a stage
lighted and waiting
for your step
Crave upward as flame
have keenness in the nostril
Give your eyes
to agony or rapture
Train your hands
as birds to be
brooding or nimble
Move your body
as the horses
sweeping on slender hooves
over crag and prairie
with fleeing manes
and aloofness of their limbs
Take earth for your own large room
and the floor of the earth
carpeted with sunlight
and hung round with silver wind
for your dancing place”
“Beneath her cheek, his heart was thumping steadily. Definitely faster than his usual near-hibernation beat. Lifting her head, she flashed him a tight smile. “I get to you.” “Are you kidding? You own me,” he said, his voice running over her like silk.”
“Beneath her curls, I forget the world,
With a mere gaze she raises my hopes of gold.
Love is as much in her heart as in mine,
But she doesn’t say it, her punishment so divine.”
“Beneath her skirts, she guided his erection to her entrance; drawing his fingers from her sheath, so hot and wet and ready for him, he caught her hand, twined her fingers with his, and drew them away.
And sank slowly, carefully, into her scalding heat.
Her breath hitched. She tensed, then through the kiss caught her breath and fought to relax, to reverse the instinctive tightening. Her fingers clutched his. He pressed in, steady, sure, not too fast yet not too slow that she had time to think too much. Then he reached the barrier that was her maidenhood; with one powerful thrust he breached it, with the movement forging deep into her body.
She cried out, the sound muffled between their lips, and tensed. He held still, giving her time to adjust.
Giving himself time to still his whirling senses. To assimilate the feel of scalding velvet gripping him so tightly. To grit his teeth and hold against the powerful, all but overwhelming urge to ride her, hard and fast. As some part of him had wanted to do for a very long time.”
Source: The Taste of Innocence
“Beneath it all
I kept faith with Ithaca, travelled,
Travelled and travelled,
Suffering much, enjoying a little;
Met strange people singing
New myths; made myths myself.
But this lion of the sea
Salt-maned, scaly, wondrous of tail,
Touched with power, insistent
On this brief promontory...
Puzzles.”
Source: The Best of Edwin Thumboo
“Beneath it all runs an architecture older than belief, carrying us forward unseen.”
Source: The Uninvited: A Haunting and Supernatural Literary Mystery Inspired by True Events
“Beneath it all, desire of oblivion runs:
Despite the artful tensions of the calendar,
The life insurance, the tabled fertility rites,
The costly aversion of the eyes from death-
Beneath it all, desire of oblivion runs.”
Source: Collected Poems
“Beneath Jamie's attempt to live a rational life where all was clearly marked and set in order, there was a wellspring of eccentric behaviour waiting to be tapped, which Jamie seemed instinctively at pains to keep from spilling over. It looked to be a daily battle. And the more fight he put up, the more impressive the results when the guy either temporarily cracked, or permanently bent. No one bends further than someone made of completely straight lines.”
Source: The Pilo Family Circus
“Beneath me, the bed tipped as Cole edged closer. I felt him lean over me. His breath, warm and measured, hit my cheek. Two breaths. Three. Four. I didn't know what I wanted. Then I heard him stop breathing, and a second later, I felt his lips on my mouth.
It wasn't the sort of kiss I'd had with anyone before. This kiss was so soft it was like a memory of a kiss, so careful on my lips that it was like someone running his fingers along them. My mouth parted and stilled; it was so quiet, a whisper, not a shout. Cole's hand touched my neck, thumb pressed into the skin next to my jaw. It wasn't a touch that said I need more. It was a touch that said I want this.
It was all completely soundless. I didn't think either of us was breathing.
Cole sat back up, slowly, and I opened my eyes. His expression, as ever, was blank, the face he wore when something mattered.
He said, "That's how I would kiss you, if I loved you.”
Source: Forever
“Beneath multiple specific and individual distinctions, beneath innumerable and incessant transformations, at the bottom of the circular evolution without beginning or end, there hides a law, a unique nature participated in by all beings, in which this common participation produces a ground of common harmony.”
“Beneath my wings you will find an angel in flight.”
“Beneath our clothes, our reputations, our pretensions, beneath our religion or lack of it, we are all vulnerable both to the storm without and the storm within.”
“Beneath our feet a fairy pathway flows, The grass still glitters in the summer breeze, The dusky wood, and distant copse appear, And that lone stream, upon whose chequerd face We mused, when noon-rays made the pebbles gleam, Is mirrord to the mind: though all around Be rattling hoofs and roaring wheels, the eye Is wandring where the heart delights to dwell.”
“Beneath our transient physical bodies, we are made up of intelligent light. One's own body of light, the soul, is the most real part of oneself because it lives forever, it doesn't decay and die.”
Source: Surfing the Himalayas: conversations and travels with Master Fwap
“Beneath the armor of skin/and/bone/and/mind most of our colors are amazingly the same.”
Source: Journey through the Power of the Rainbow: Quotations from a Life Made Out of Poetry
“Beneath the blossoms with a pot of wine, No friends at hand, so I poured alone; I raised my cup to invite the moon, Turned to my shadow, and we became three.”
“Beneath the broad tides of human history there flow the stealthy undercurrents of the secret societies, which frequently determine in the depth the changes that take place upon the surface.”
“beneath the caged flutter of hope
fear blooms in the liver as a spear
where memory burns its fever
across the spoke of my body”
Source: rushes from the river disappointment (The Hugh MacLennan Poetry Series)
“Beneath the chirp of cicadas, I can practically hear the energy between us humming, like the power lines that buzz overhead in a countryside”
Source: Just One Day
“Beneath the dingy uniformity of international fashions in dress, man remains what he has always been; a splendid fighting animal, a self-sacrificing hero, and a blood thirsty savage.”
Source: Outspoken essays
“Beneath the excuse lies your destiny.”
“Beneath the facade of collaboration, certain governments will seek to exploit others for data resources. Data will emerge as the key asset that these governments will bring to the negotiation table. Mere possession of data, however, will prove insufficient as the absence of computational capabilities and expertise to derive value from the data will become apparent. Ultimately, a dilemma will arise: succumb to exploitation or face the inexorable reality, as the law of the jungle dictates the inevitability of domination or subjugation. Indeed, there exists no concept of a free meal.”
“Beneath the falling snow in silence is the sudden awakening and the river wakes into itself again.....”
“Beneath the foggy sky the glowing sea is hazy, the soft light of a scarf over a lamp.”
Source: The Luminous Sea
“Beneath the fury of waves is the still deep, the blessed communion, the peaceful sleep, the quiet beneath the unquiet...”
“Beneath the fury of waves is the still deep, the blessed communion, the quiet beneath the unquiet...”
“Beneath the glowing embers grow the thriving forests of tomorrow.”
“Beneath the gore and smoke and loam, this book is about the evanescence of life, and why some men choose to fill their brief allotment of time engaging the impossible, others in the manufacture of sorrow. In the end it is a story of the ineluctable conflict between good and evil, daylight and darkness, the White City and the Black.”
“Beneath the greatest love lies a hurricane of hate.”
“Beneath the green grasses is a naked desert. Have you ever felt its misery and solitude? Have you ever tried to kiss its marooned lips?”
Source: Our Nepal, Our Pride
“Beneath the haunted castle lies the dungeon keep: the womb from whose darkness the ego first emerged, the tomb to which it knows it must return at last. Beneath the crumbling shell or paternal authority, lies the maternal blackness, imagined by the Gothic writer as a prison, as a torture chamber- from which the cries of the kidnapped anima cannot even be heard. The upper and the lower levels of the ruined castle or abbey represent the contradictory fears at the heart of Gothic terror: dread of the superego, whose splendid battlements have been battered but not quite cast down- and of the id, whose buried darkness abounds in dark visions no stormer of the castle had ever touched.”
Source: Love and Death in the American Novel
“Beneath the hush a whisper from long ago, promising peace of mind and a burden shared. No peace which is not peace for all, no rest until all has been fulfilled.”
“Beneath the lies truth dwells unfettered.”
“Beneath the light, the river and hills are beautiful, The spring breeze bears the fragrance of flowers and grass. The mud has thawed, and swallows fly around. On the warm sand, mandarin ducks are sleeping.”
“Beneath the makeup & behind the smile I'm just the girl who wishes for the world. A wise girl kisses, but doesn't love. Listens but dosen't believe. And leaves before she is left. If you can make a girl laugh - you can make her do anything. It's often just enough to be with someone. I don't need to touch them. Not even talk. A feeling passes between you both. You're not alone.”
“Beneath the makeup and behind the smile I am just a girl who wishes for the world.”
“Beneath the moon, chilly winds blow through the pines
as wisps of clouds arise.
So many mountain ridges layer into each other
for miles around!
The valley stream is quiet and clear --
I'm not done with this boundless joy.”
Source: The Complete Cold Mountain: Poems of the Legendary Hermit Hanshan