B Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with B. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“Brierly, if we fight without hope, we're defeated before we start.”
Source: Waking Beauty
“Briery Swamp slept. And May Ellen Bird, only a baby after all, who did not know the strange history of her town or even the name of it yet, was blissfully unaware that it slept with one eye open.”
Source: May Bird and the Ever After
“Brigan, could you attempt, at least, to make yourself presentable? I know this is a war, but the rest of us are trying to pretend it’s a party.”
Source: Fire
“Brigan spun around to face the man, swearing with as much as exasperation and fury as Fire had ever heard anyone swear. The man scuttled away in alarm.”
Source: Fire
“Brigan threw his head back and smiled at the sky. "Well said, Lady. The world may be falling to pieces, but at least the lot of us can have a bath.”
Source: Fire
“Brigan was saying her name, and he was sending her a feeling. It was courage and strength, and something else too, as if he were standing with her, as if he'd taken her within himself, letting her rest her entire body for a moment on his backbone, her mind in his mind, her heart in the fire of his. The fire of Brigan's heart was astounding. Fire understood, and almost could not believe, that the feeling he was sending her was love.”
Source: Fire
“Brigan," she said, annoyed that he had not understood. "I’ll always be beautiful. Look at me. I have one hundred and sixty two bug bites, and has it made me any less beautiful? I’m missing two fingers and I have scars all over, but does anyone care? No! It just makes me more interesting! I’ll always be like this, stuck in this beautiful form, and you’ll have to deal with it." He seemed to sense that she expected a grave response, but for the moment, he was incapable. "I suppose it’s a burden I must bear," he said, grinning.”
Source: Fire
“Brigands demand your money or your life; women require both.”
“Brigands will demand your money or your life, but a woman will demand both”
“Briggs stwierdziła również, że Eskimosi reagowali złością i odrzuceniem, kiedy ona sama cierpiałą na rozproszony smutek czy depresję, dla których nie mieli zgodnej ze skryptem reakcji. Badani przez Abu-Lughod (1986) Beduini potwierdzają pogląd, że społeczeństwa wypracowują mechanizmy ograniczające domaganie się od nich pomocy, co kojarzy się z naszym powiedzeniem "Głowa do góry!". Autorka ta uważa, że często reakcją na stratę bywa złość, a nie smutek, ponieważ smutna osoba może prosić o pomoc, co u dorosłego jest uznawane za słabość - tylko dzieciom wolno dawać wyraz podatności na zranienie.”
“Briggsy's performances down the years have been pure magic. If they could bottle his ability and sell if at drama schools they'd make a fortune.”
“Brigham Young had 47 children, and over 50 women as wives.”
“Brigham Young lived to become immortal in history as an American Moses by leading his people through the wilderness into an unpromised land.”
“Brigham Young observed, "Man's machinery makes things alike" (JD 9:370), while God gives to seemingly like individuals pleasing differences. Secularism is no friend of righteous individuality.”
“Brigham Young spoke... with extreme hyperbole. He even admitted as much in 1848 when he acknowledged, 'I frequently sa[y] 'cut his infernal throat'; I don't mean any such thing.”
Source: Let’s Talk About Race and Priesthood
“Brighid’s eyes flashed with a blue flame, and I wondered if she had learned to do that just so she could compete with the Morrigan’s red flashes. Maybe I should try to figure out how to make my eyes flash green so I could freak out the baristas at Starbucks. “No, you foolish mortal,” I’d say as my eyes glowed, “I ordered a nonfat latte.”
Source: Hexed: The Iron Druid Chronicles, Book Two
“bright, ancient wound I follow home”
Source: Soft Science
“Bright and illustrious illusions!”
“Bright and illustrious illusions! Who can blame, who laugh at the boy, who not admire and commend him, for that desire of a fame outlasting the Pyramids by which he insensibly learns to live in a life beyond the present, and nourish dreams of a good unattainable by the senses?”
“Bright as does the morning star appear,
Out of the east with flaming locks bedight,
To tell the dawning day is drawing near.”
Source: The Fairy Queen
“Bright beads of red are rising through the ink, Hearts-blood bubbles smearing out into the black stream”
“bright blue flash of lightning enveloped Nathaniel’s field of view, just as the pod struck the ground with a deafening crunch, slamming his body forward and ripping away the protective restraints that previously held him in place. Covered in blood, Nathaniel fell from the now-open door of the pod, cradling the back of his head with both hands.”
Source: SPYDER SYLK
“Bright blue/green eyes I adore,
with me for them admiration I store,
yet I have a woman in my life,
brightly eyed, that I love, like a wife.
I love the sky at early dawn,
when ancient sorrow it makes gone,
I love the sea, where birds would soar,
ever moments with her I adore.”
Source: На чист Български...: Pristine Bulgarian sayings...
“Bright clasp of her whole hand around my finger My daughter as we walk together now. All my life I'll feel a ring invisibly Circle this bone with shining When she is grown.”
Source: Selected Poems of Stephen Spender
“Bright colours in the west, giant butterflies dancing as night crept like a cripple toward the east.”
“Bright coral and sand spread thirty-five feet below, crisp in the air-clear water. Blue clouds of Creole wrasse parted as Hugh dropped. White and yellow flashes of yellowtail snapper flitting past. How could he have questioned if coming back here was the right thing? Bubbles rose from five buddy teams. Swimming five different directions. Hugh kicked hard after the nearest pair.”
Source: Blacktip Island
“Bright
Dazzle their eyes
with your
florescent smile,
pitch tent
with the waking
sunset.”
Source: I Will Be Silent
“Bright flashes of memory sparked through Kaz’s mind. A cup of hot chocolate in his mittened hands, Jordie warning him to let it cool before he took a sip. Ink drying on the page as he’d signed the deed to the Crow Club. The first time he’d seen Inej at the Menagerie, in purple silk, her eyes lined with kohl. The bone-handled knife he’d given her. The sobs that had come from behind the door of her room at the Slat the night she’d made her first kill. The sobs he’d ignored. Kaz remembered her perched on the sill of his attic window, sometime during that first year after he’d brought her into the Dregs. She’d been feeding the crows that congregated on the roof.
“You shouldn’t make friends with crows,” he’d told her.
“Why not?” she asked.
He’d looked up from his desk to answer, but whatever he’d been about to say had vanished on his tongue.
The sun was out for once, and Inej had turned her face to it. Her eyes were shut, her oil-black lashes fanned over her cheeks. The harbor wind had lifted her dark hair, and for a moment Kaz was a boy again, sure that there was magic in this world.
“Why not?” she’d repeated, eyes still closed.
He said the first thing that popped into his head. “They don’t have any manners.”
“Neither do you, Kaz.” She’d laughed, and if he could have bottled the sound and gotten drunk on it every night, he would have. It terrified him.”
Source: Six of Crows
“Bright flower! whose home is everywhere Bold in maternal nature's care And all the long year through the heir Of joy or sorrow, Methinks that there abides in thee Some concord with humanity, Given to no other flower I see The forest through.”
Source: The Poems of William Wordsworth
“Bright gem instinct with music, vocal spark.”
Source: Complete Poetical Works
“Bright is the future, it’s about to awaken its call that is within you and that future is right now — Today!”
“Bright is the one who is comfortable in the darkness.”
Source: Mirrors Of The Sun: Finding Reflections Of Light In The Shittiness Of Life
“Bright is the ring of words When the right man rings them, Fair the fall of songs When the singer sings them. Still they are carolled and said - On wings they are carried - After the singer is dead And the maker buried.”
Source: The Complete Works of Robert Louis Stevenson: Novels, Short Stories, Poems, Plays, Memoirs, Travel Sketches, Letters and Essays (Illustrated Edition): The Entire Opus of Scottish novelist, poet, essayist and travel writer, containing Treasure Island, Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde, Kidnapped, Catriona and A Child's Garden of Verses
“Bright is the ring of words When the right man rings them.”
Source: Delphi Complete Works of Robert Louis Stevenson (Illustrated)
“Bright Light Adaptation Disease (BLAD) is a form of Outdoor Adaptation Disease (OAD).”
“Bright Light Adaptation Disease (BLAD) is not unique to high altitude workers and may be occurring in many other areas, such as welders, winter snow sports, sunny vacationers, window cleaners, solar workers, immigrants to sunny climates, and so on. Anyone in a bright environment is at risk of developing it.”
“Bright Light Adaptation Disease (BLAD) should be suspected in anyone that is from a dull climate that has spent significant time living in a sunny environment. They may be experiencing fatigue and depression from the much lower indoor lighting levels.”
“Bright Light Adaptation Disease may occur in high altitude workers due to the accelerated aging effects that increased radiation causes.”
“Bright Light Adaptation Disease may occur with aging, as radiation exposures are cumulative.”
“Bright light is injurious to those who see nothing.”
“Bright light put me in a trance, but it ain't house music makes me wanna dance.”
“Bright lights, they tend to burn out fast. So I shine bright, but I'm scared that it won't last.”
“Bright morning comes; the bloody-fingered dawn with zealous light sets seas of air ablaze and bends to earth another false beginning. My eyes open like cornflowers, stick, crusted with their own stale dew, then take that light.”
Source: A Song of Stone
“Bright reds - scarlet, pillar-box red, crimson or cherry - are very cheerful and youthful. There is certainly a red for everyone.”
“Bright spots move around him like someone shook the stars from a blanket and they all went flying.”
Source: Sever
“Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art—
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors—
No—yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever—or else swoon to death.
Bright Star”
Source: The Complete Poems
“Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art--
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors--
No--yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever--or else swoon to death.
Glanzvoller Stern! wär ich so stet wie du,
Nicht hing ich nachts in einsam stolzer Pracht!
SchautŽ nicht mit ewigem Blick beiseite zu,
Einsiedler der Natur, auf hoher Wacht
Beim Priesterwerk der Reinigung, das die See,
Die wogende, vollbringt am Meeresstrand;
Noch starrt ich auf die Maske, die der Schnee
Sanft fallend frisch um Berg und Moore band.
Nein, doch unwandelbar und unentwegt
MöchtŽ ruhn ich an der Liebsten weicher Brust,
Zu fühlen, wie es wogend dort sich regt,
Zu wachen ewig in unruhiger Lust,
Zu lauschen auf des Atems sanftes Wehen -
So ewig leben - sonst im Tod vergehen!”
Source: Bright Star: Love Letters and Poems of John Keats to Fanny Brawne
“Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art-- Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite.”
“Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art--- Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors--- No---yet still stedfast, still unchangeable, Pillowed upon my fair love's ripening breast, To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever---or else swoon in death.”
“Bright star,” Magnus said, and his eyes were thoughtful, as if he were remembering something, or someone. “Those of you who are mortal, you burn so fiercely. And you fiercer than most, Will. I will not ever forget you.”.”
Source: Clockwork Princess