D Quotes
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“Do you ever consider the ground you trample on every day? She is lower than you, yet large beyond measure. You treat her like a servant, although it is by her blessing that your life prospers. Without her you will fall, without her there will be no trees and vines. Where will you find thread to cloth yourself? Or will you cover yourself with the skin of another man? Everything exists for a reason. A man is your brother, an infant is your child. Even the worth of your strength is the magnitude of someone's need.”
Source: Iban Dream
“Do you ever dangle your toes over the precipice, dare the cliff to crumble, defy the frozen deity to suffer the sun, thaw feather and bone, take wing to fly you home?”
Source: Burned
“Do you ever do something, and then think to yourself: That's So Raven?”
“Do you ever do that thing where you lie in bed and you can't sleep so you end up writing out recent conversation you've had? So they look like a play?' Well you should. It's fun. I keep them. Look through them, sometimes.”
“Do you ever drink animal blood? I thought some vampires drank animal blood."
He snorted. "Twilight?"
I blushed. "Um. Yeah."
"Listen, as kickass as I've always found Edward Cullen, an entire family of celibate vampires living only on animal blood... well." He smirked, his mask of cool indifference back in place. "None of those details apply to me."
My face went hot at the innuendo.”
Source: My Vampire Plus-One
“Do you ever feel as if everything surrounding you is in slow motion, moving through tar? There you are - and there's the world. You're outside staring in the window, observing reality happen, but you don't exist in it. You just watch, and watch. That's how I feel, like the dead butterfly staring back at you through the glass.”
Source: Butterflies Behind Glass & Other Stories
“Do you ever feel as if you wear armor, day after day? That when people look at you, they see only the shine of steel that you've so carefully encased yourself in? They see what they want to see in you—the warped reflection of their own face, or a piece of the sky, or a shadow cast between buildings. They see all the times you've made mistakes, all the times you've failed, all the times you've hurt them or disappointed them. As if that is all you will ever be in their eyes.”
Source: Divine Rivals
“Do you ever feel how unfair life can get for someone? Do you ever feel how someone feels when they are born into a poor family? When someone finds out that they have to work in a job like being a waiter/ waitress in a hotel at the age of 20 years or a office boy or office girl in an organisation? They did not have the education that you were privileged to have because you were born to parents who were smarter than the common man or woman of that time.
What kind of a world are we giving to everyone? Why is this world so unfair to most people?”
“Do you ever feel like 'nothing' has happened to you? Like you know you have a destiny, but all you've seen of life so far is unexceptional? I want my life to be different. I want to feel that it's begun. I'm waiting for 'that' kiss.”
Source: The Fallen Series: 4-Book Collection
“Do you ever feel like a plastic bag, drifting throught the wind, wanting to start again. Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin, like a house of cards, one blow from caving in.”
“Do you ever feel like everyone is always telling you who you are?"... "Like, people are acting as if they know better than you what you're good at or who you are supposed to be?”
Source: One True Loves
“Do you ever feel like running away?" "Of course... Sometimes I feel like I want to run away from everything." "I remember having that feeling once when I was at the Daisy Hill Puppy Farm... I climbed over the fence, but I was still in the world!”
“Do you ever feel like screaming?' Clary asked him [Jace]. 'Some of the time.”
“Do you ever feel like we are the universe’s date to a pig party?
Love,
The Human Race”
“Do you ever feel like you are giving far fewer fucks and yet still caring so much it sometimes feels like there is only the most tissue-thin layer separating your soul from this world?
Like your heart may be broken but your spirit is still rising?
Are you refusing to conform and somehow still fitting just right? Able to look people right in the eye without apology and also like you’re a teenager again, bashful and blushing and off-kilter, like that moment when lips unexpectedly pressed against your head and face buried in your hair fingers trailed down y our arm, the way your stomach can flip-flop like that, even now.
Do you ever walk on purpose even when you have nowhere to go? Do you notice things deeply, like dark red lipstick prints on pristine white coffee mugs? Like the way whiskey burns and cool white sheets feel against your skin at the end of the day?
Are you claiming your identity, clear and strong and true, and also sinking into the vast unknowable mystery of your all? Do your days feel like longing and acquiescence and learning to stop grasping at things that are ready to leave or that choose not to come closer?
Are you making a home of your own skin and inviting the world inside? Are you learning that cultivating solid boundaries and driving into a wide open horizon both feel like freedom, like the harsh desert mountains and the soft ocean wisdom and the road to healing that joins the two?
Does it all feels like solidity, like truth, like forgiveness and recklessness and heat and sexy and holy, all rolled up together? Do you crave the burn of heat from another and the for nothing to be louder than sound of your own heartbeat, all at once?
Do you finally know that you can choose a love and a life that does not break you? That you can claim a softer beauty and a kinder want. That even your animal hunger can soften its rough edges and say a full-throated yes to what is good and kind and holy. Do you remember that insanity is not a prerequisite for passion and that there is another pathway to your art, one that does not demand your pain as payment for its own becoming?
Are you learning to show up? To take up space? To feel the power? Is it full of contradiction, does it feel like fire underwater, are you rising to sing?”
“Do you ever feel like you are running on empty? What is missing from your life? What would it take to plug the holes and stop the energy drains? When you see, feel, or think about lack, scarcity, or emptiness, seek ways to fill the holes, replenish and return to a state of abundance and fulfillment.”
“Do you ever feel like you have been stopped dead in your tracks? That you have fallen and can’t get up? Or like you are stuck in a rut or wading in muck? Paralysis, inertia, and being stuck, can be disempowering and disabling. What is it going to take for you to restart your engines and get moving again?”
“Do you ever feel like you're not even friends with sme of your friends?”
“Do you ever feel like you’re only ever watching? I ask Declan. Never really participating. Never really doing. Just always watching.”
Source: Felix Ever After
“Do you ever feel like you've been waiting your entire life for a specific moment when it'll all make sense?”
Source: Dirty Blood
“Do you ever feel like your feelings don’t fit into your body? Your feelings don’t define you. Have them but don’t be had by them.”
“Do you ever feel like your whole life happened to you in languages you don't speak anymore?”
Source: The Hymn to Dionysus
“Do you ever feel lucky to have me? Do you realise how close I was to leaving you, two days before the wedding? Do you know how messed up you would have been if I hadn't turned up at the wedding?'
'Wow. Really? You have yourself in quite high esteem there, Nora.'
'Shouldn't I? I mean, shouldn't everyone? What's wrong with self-esteem? And besides, it's true. There's another universe where you send me WhatsApp messages about how messed up you are without me. How you turn to alcohol, although it seems like you turn to alcohol with me too. You send me texts saying you miss my voice.”
Source: The Midnight Library
“Do you ever feel that same need? Your life is so very different from my own. The grandness of the world, the real world, the whole world, is a known thing for you. And you have no need of dispatches because you have seen so much of the American galaxy and its inhabitants—their homes, their hobbies—up close. I don’t know what it means to grow up with a black president, social networks, omnipresent media, and black women everywhere in their natural hair. What I know is that when they loosed the killer of Michael Brown, you said, “I’ve got to go.” And that cut me because, for all our differing worlds, at your age my feeling was exactly the same. And I recall that even then I had not yet begun to imagine the perils that tangle us. You still believe the injustice was Michael Brown. You have not yet grappled with your own myths and narratives and discovered the plunder everywhere around us.
Before I could discover, before I could escape, I had to survive, and this could only mean a clash with the streets, by which I mean not just physical blocks, nor simply the people packed into them, but the array of lethal puzzles and strange perils that seem to rise up from the asphalt itself. The streets transform every ordinary day into a series of trick questions, and every incorrect answer risks a beat-down, a shooting, or a pregnancy. No one survives unscathed. And yet the heat that springs from the constant danger, from a lifestyle of near-death experience, is thrilling. This is what the rappers mean when they pronounce themselves addicted to “the streets” or in love with “the game.” I imagine they feel something akin to parachutists, rock climbers, BASE jumpers, and others who choose to live on the edge. Of course we chose nothing. And I have never believed the brothers who claim to “run,” much less “own,” the city. We did not design the streets. We do not fund them. We do not preserve them. But I was there, nevertheless, charged like all the others with the protection of my body.
The crews, the young men who’d transmuted their fear into rage, were the greatest danger. The crews walked the blocks of their neighborhood, loud and rude, because it was only through their loud rudeness that they might feel any sense of security and power. They would break your jaw, stomp your face, and shoot you down to feel that power, to revel in the might of their own bodies.”
Source: Between the World and Me
“Do you ever feel that way?"
"Lonely?"
I search for the words. "Restless. As if you haven't really met yourself yet. As is you'd passed yourself once in the fog, and your heart leapt - 'Ah! There I Am! I've been missing that piece!' But it happens too fast, and then that part of you disappears into the fog again. And you spend the rest of your days looking for it."
He nods, and I think he's appeasing me. I feel stupid of having said it. It's sentimental and true, and I've revealed a part of myself I shouldn't have.
"Do you know what I think?" Kartik says at last.
"What?"
"Sometimes, I think you can glimpse it in another.”
Source: The Sweet Far Thing
“Do you ever feel that we are only building sand castles? Why do so many things happen to us? I am afraid the little we have left will be swept away, too. Why bother?”
Source: Echoes of the White Giraffe
“Do you ever feel unsatisfied? Like you’ve given a part of yourself with nothing in return? That’s what happens when you don’t connect on all levels.”
Source: A Chorus of Voices: DUET stories Volume III - Adult Version
“Do you ever feel your mother?"
Lydia's pencil stilled. "Yes," she said, quietly. "Sometimes I do."
Later that evening, when supper was finished, she took up her mending and curled herself into her mother's old chair with its leather seat slung in the low X-shaped frame like a welcoming lap. She could almost imagine her mother's arms holding her, here in the room with the warmth of the fire and the light of the candles, the wind rising hard at the glass of the window.
The men were still sitting around the long table in cross conversations, her brother and Mr. Ramírez discussing the length of the Bellewether's deck, while her father and Mr. de Brassart debated the merits of some play by Shakespeare, and Mr. de Sabran sat back and observed.
All the voices ran into and over each other and blended like billowy waves folding into the sea, and she struggled to stay on the surface while all of those waves with the troubles they carried went by. "Feel them passing?" her mother asked, rocking her gently.
Except they weren't passing. They bore her relentlessly down like great weights on her shoulders until she was sinking.
And then in place of her mother's arms she felt the strong ones of Mr. de Sabran, protecting her as they had done in New York, and it suddenly wasn't so terrible, drowning. She held him and drifted down into the dark.”
Source: Bellewether
“Do you ever find anyone in your dream?" Sam asked.
Jon shook his head. "No one. The castle is always empty.”
Source: A Game of Thrones
“Do you ever find yourself bursting into a sort of lunatic laughter at the sheer prettiness of things?”
Source: Rhapsody in Green: The Garden Wit and Wisdom of Beverley Nichols
“Do you ever find yourself climbing into an open grave during a bombing raid and wish you'd just stayed in bed?”
“Do you ever get moods when life seems absolutely meaningless? It's like a badly-constructed story, with all sorts of characters moving in and out who have nothing to do with the plot. And when somebody comes along that you think really has something to do with the plot, he suddenly drops out. After a while you begin to wonder what the story is about, and you feel that it's about nothing—just a jumble.”
Source: Something New
“Do you ever get scared? Or are you too badass for that?"
He looked amused, but also like a badass, sitting quietly and efficiently behind the wheel of the car.”
Source: Blue Lily, Lily Blue
“Do you ever get so nervous that you pass straight through terror and come out the other side? And then you stop being scared and you start being reckless?”
Source: Always Human
“Do you ever get the feeling like you already know the entire contents of the universe somewhere inside of your head, as if you were born with a complete map of this world already grafted onto the folds of your cerebellum and you are just spending your entire life figuring out how to access this map?”
Source: The Selected Works of T. S. Spivet: A Novel
“do you ever get the feeling people are slowly forgetting about you and replacing you?”
“Do you ever get the feeling that something awful might happen?' James asked me. . . I sat up. 'I'm the awful thing that happens.”
“Do you ever get the feeling that the only reason we have elections is to find out if the polls were right?”
Source: Joke Tellers Handbook
“Do you ever get the feeling that when you show someone your affection for them, you are assaulting them? Like you should probably leave them alone? Your affection, no matter how sincere, does not necessarily mean a damn thing to the person you are giving it to. Love can corner you. When you intrude on someone with your affection, you might find yourself trying to knock a strong door down with your shoulder. Either you break the door or you break yourself. Something almost always gets broken. In my mind it runs like this:
I’m going to like you, whether you like it or not. I’ll wear you down until you relent and swallow this big lie I have for you. Don’t move. Don’t live. I love you.”
Source: The First Five
“Do you ever get the feeling the Florida government is lying to you?”
“Do you ever get tired of being such a witch?" Vol asks, holding open the door.
"Oh, no. Never." She smiles. "You have to admit, it's so much more interesting than being nice.”
Source: Endgame
“Do you ever go back?"
Ruthann nods, "When I need to remember where I came from, or where I'm headed.”
Source: Vanishing Acts
“Do you ever go off with a long grocery list and come home from the store with a bunch of different stuff? And somebody in the family unsacks the groceries and wants to know why you got this and didn't get that and just where is the whatever? And you want to say, 'Well, just be glad I came back, okay?' And the unpacker says, 'Well, next time bring what's on the list.'”
Source: It Was On Fire When I Lay Down On It
“Do you ever go out there when it's like this?" she said softly. "When it's almost dark and there's no one else in the water?"
"I do. It's nice being alone out there."
"It doesn't make you feel lonely?"
"The ocean is a great companion.”
Source: Keeping Mr. Right Now
“Do you ever have a day like that, where you just look back and you're like 'why did today happen?'”
“Do you ever have dirty thoughts about spongebob?”
“Do you ever have the feeling you're a tourist on earth?”
“Do you ever have the sense you’re living someone else’s life?”
Source: Cali the Destroyer
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“Do you ever just put your arms out and just spin and spin and spin? Well, that's what love is like; everything inside of you tells you to stop before you fall, but for some reason you just keep going.”