E Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with E. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“Everything want to be loved. Us sing and dance, make faces and give flower bouquets, trying to be loved. You ever notice that trees do everything to git attention we do, except walk?”
Source: The Color Purple
“Everything was a broken line for me in those days. I was slipped into the empty spaces between words.”
Source: Mechanica
“Everything was a constant battle. My first film was beautiful. I got an amazing cast. That worked out great. Everything else was like murphy's law. Everything that could go wrong, did go wrong.”
“Everything was a formula to me. This was my newest discovery: the more positive things I did, the more positively I would be perceived. This was definitely something I could use to lessen or even reverse the consequences of my negative actions.”
“Everything was a metaphor; all things were something other than themselves. The pain, for example, was an ocean, and he was adrift on it. His body was a city and his mind a citadel. All communications between the two seemed to have been cut, but within the keep that was his mind he still had power. The part of his consciousness that was telling him the pain did not hurt, and that all things were like other things, was like...like...he found it hard to think of a comparison. A magic mirror, maybe.”
Source: Use Of Weapons
“Everything was a miracle until we solved it. ... the first man who ever saw a flying fish probably thought he was witnessing a miracle - and the first man who ever described a flying fish was doubtless called a liar.”
Source: The Signature of All Things
“Everything was a song if you knew how to listen.”
Source: Bladesong: 1151 in the Holy Land
“Everything was a trap: women, drugs, whiskey, wine, scotch, beer - even beer - cigars, and cigarettes. Traps: Work or no work. Traps: Artistry or no artistry; everything sucked you into some spiderweb. I disdained the use of the needle for the same reason that I disdained some so-called beautiful women - the price was far beyond the measure of the worth. I didn't want to hustle that hard.”
Source: Charles Bukowski: portions from a wine-stained notebook : uncollected stories and essays, 1944-1990
“Everything was absolutely ideal on the day I bombed the Pentagon.”
Source: Fugitive Days: Memoirs of an Antiwar Activist
“Everything was always something but something – and here was the rub – could never be everything.”
Source: Then We Came to the End: A Novel
“Everything was an adventure, at night, when you were where you shouldn't be, even if it was somwhere you could go perfectly well in daylight, and it was then only ordinary.”
Source: Pegasus
“Everything was an excuse. The felt so concrete, so real at the time. Now they are wispy, pathetic. I was terrified. If I participated in the world I moved closer to, then I would have to stomach the chance that I might fail at every task I tackled.
I didn't want to fail at being Native. Being Native to me then meant not only having the experience of all of these cultural things, but also being decent at them. I wanted to feel a peace in myself that cultural things brought me, but I had never felt so out of my depth. Failure felt imminent.
But I couldn't fail at something I never had the chance to try. So the excuses continued to pour from me, sweetly apologetic to hide the stench of the rotting fear that created them.”
Source: Thinning Blood: A Memoir of Family, Myth, and Identity
“Everything was as it was. My dad's tools, laid out as if he were coming back. Everything as it was before, but missing the most important piece. I stared at it all, aching from the empty silence. It wasn’t his death that hurt me, it was the things that proved he was alive.”
Source: The Dream To End All Dreams
“Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.”
Source: Kurt Vonnegut: The Last Interview: And Other Conversations
“Everything was becoming allegorical, understood by the group mind, and especially this: "You're either on the bus...or off the bus.”
Source: The electric kool-aid acid test
“Everything was believed except the truth.”
Source: Camille
“Everything was better because she was here, and now she's not, and I don't want this world without her. I don't want anything if I can't share it with her.”
Source: The Bone Witch
“Everything was black, and warm- and thick. Inky, but bordered with gold. I was swimming, kicking for the surface, where Tamlin was waiting, where life was waiting. Up and up, frantic for air. The golden light grew, and the darkness became like sparkling wine, easier to swim through, the bubbles fizzing around me, and-
I gasped, air flooding my throat.
I was lying on the cold floor. No pain- no blood, no broken bones. I blinked. A chandelier dangled above me- I'd never noticed how intricate the crystals were, how the hushed gasp of the crowd echoed off them. A crowd- meaning I was still in the throne room, meaning I... I truly wasn't dead. Meaning I had... I had killed those... I had... The room spun.
I groaned as I braced my hands against the floor, readying myself to stand, but- the sight of my skin stopped me cold. It gleamed with a strange light, and my fingers seemed longer where I'd laid them flat on the marble. I pushed to my feet. I felt- felt strong, and fast and sleek. And-
And I'd become High Fae.”
Source: A Court of Thorns and Roses
“Everything was black in the harbor, but there were still some fires burning on the ships.”
“Everything was blamed on Castro. Mudslides in California. The fact that you can't buy a decent tomato anymore. Was there an exceptionally high pollen count in Massapequa, Long Island, one day? It was Castro, exporting sneezes.”
“Everything was blurry. She needed her spectacles. And it was awfully difficult to go looking for something when you couldn't see more than two feet in front of your face. Moreover, if one of the housemaids found the spectacles in Leo's room, or God help her, in his bed, everyone would find out.
Abandoning the slipper, Dodger trotted to her and stood tall, bracing his long, slender body against her knee. He was shivering, which Beatrix had told her was normal for ferrets. A ferret's temperature lowered when he was sleeping, and shivering was his way of warming himself upon awakening. Catherine reached down to stroke him. When he tried to climb into her lap, however, she nudged him away. "I don't feel well," she told the ferret woefully, although there was nothing wrong with her physically.
Chattering in annoyance at her rejection, Dodger turned and streaked out of the room.
Catherine continued to lie with her head on the table, feeling too dreary and ashamed to move.
She had slept late. She could hear the sounds of footsteps and muffled conversation coming from the lower floors. Had Leo gone down for breakfast?
She couldn't possibly face him.
Her mind returned to those blistering minutes of the previous night. A fresh swell of desire rolled through her as she thought of the way he had kissed her, the feel of his mouth on the intimate places of her body.
She heard the ferret come back into the room again, chuckling and hopping as he did whenever he was especially pleased about something. "Go away, Dodger," she said dully.
But he persisted, coming to her side and standing tall again, his body a long cylinder. Glancing at him, Catherine saw that something was clamped carefully in his front teeth. She blinked. Slowly she reached down and took the object from him.
Her spectacles.
Amazing, how much better a small gesture of kindness could make one feel.
"Thank you," she whispered, tears coming to her eyes as she stroked his tiny head. "I do love you, you disgusting weasel."
Climbing onto her lap, Dodger flipped upside down and sighed.”
Source: Married by Morning
“Everything was bright and white, even in the night.”
Source: The Art Of Black
“Everything was brighter and more colorful in those years, as if my childhood was ending in an explosion of unreal passion that made my life feel sacred and holy.”
“Everything was chocolate ice cream and kisses and wind.”
“Everything was coming my way, but I was going down. I was painfully empty.”
“Everything was coming together by coming apart . . . It is the most difficult Zen practice to leave people to their destiny, even though it's painful - just loving them, and breathing with them, and distracting them in a sweet way, and laughing with them . . . if something was not my problem, I probably did not have the solution.”
“Everything was curved to fit the walls: the stove, the sink and the cupboards, and all of it had been painted with flowers, insects and birds in bright primary colours.”
“Everything was different now. Everything. I'd not only survived - I'd enjoyed.”
Source: Kitchen Confidential: Adventures in the Culinary Underbelly
“Everything was fabulous, even our breakdowns.”
Source: Let The Great World Spin
“Everything was fine until I left and then I ran out of talent!”
“Everything was fine until I walked on to the first tee!”
“Everything was fine with the Zen Lunatics, the nut wagon was too far away to hear us. But there was a wisdom in it all, as you'll see if you take a walk some night on a suburban street and pass house after house on both sides of the street each with the lamplight of the living room, shining golden, and inside the little blue square of the television, each living family riveting its attention on probably one show; nobody talking; silence in the yards; dogs barking at you because you pass on human feet instead of on wheels. You'll see what I mean, when it begins to appear like everybody in the world is soon going to be thinking the same way and the Zen Lunatics have long joined dust, laughter on their dust lips.”
Source: The Dharma Bums
“Everything was fine, would continue to be fine, would eventually get even better as long as the supermarket did not slip.”
“Everything was fine, and she had the rare, new sensation of being exactly where she wanted to be.”
Source: One Day
“Everything was fine, but Weetzie wanted a baby. “How could you want one?” My Secret Agent Lover Man said. “There are way too many babies. And diseases. And nuclear accidents. And crazy psychos. We cant have a baby,” he said.”
Source: Dangerous Angels: Five Weetzie Bat Books
“Everything was for this moment- of silence, of bliss! I am speechless at this shrine of You and I understand that life was just a journey to find You, the deepest consciousness living in even the dead!”
Source: The Solitary Shores
“Everything was God, holy; as God is total, so the driftwood branch was holy. This must be the stuff religion is made of.”
Source: The Silent Pulse
“Everything was going for me, I didn't even know the meaning of the word insecurity and suddenly I am surrounded by words like operation, cancer, chemotherapy, radiation.”
“Everything was going my way. I was happily marching into the history books. Then it all just fell apart.”
“Everything was going perfectly well until Dr. Roy paused for a long minute to stare at me with utter shock and revelation.
I knew I had messed up. I should have just worn my black, full-sleeved dress instead. But again, I thought that the scars had lightened to an unnoticeable extent. But I guess I was wrong. That was when I realized that scars never went away entirely.
“Did you do that to yourself?” he asked.”
Source: Imperfect Mortals : A Collection of Short Stories
“Everything was good. But it was awful, too.”
Source: The Book Thief: Enhanced Movie Tie-in Edition
“Everything was hallowed by the haze of his own youth.”
Source: This Side of Paradise
“Everything was handed to me - looks, fame, wealth, honour, love. I rarely had to fight for anything”
“Everything was happening all the time. You never needed television.”
“Everything was hysterically funny, even the playground slide was smiling at us, and at some point, deep in the night, when we were winging on the jungle gym and showers of sparks were flying out of our mouths, I had the epiphany that laughter was light, and light was laughter, and that this was the secret of the universe.”
Source: The Goldfinch
“Everything was in stark and dreadful contrast with the trivial crises and counterfeit emotions of Hollywood, and I returned to England deeply moved and emotionally worn out.”
“Everything was invented when somebody was alone.”
“Everything was just as he had expected; everything was done just as it always is. The doctor’s pretentious self-importance was familiar—he had seen the same in himself at court —and the sounding, and listening, the needless questions with obvious answers, and a heavy look that seemed to say, Listen, just leave it to us, we’ll take care of everything—we know precisely how to
make the arrangements, it’s the same for anybody. It was exactly the same as at court.”
Source: The Death of Ivan Ilych
“Everything was just so spot on and character-building for me in terms of creating Celia [Bryant]. The ability to get to wear all these vintage pieces and immerse yourself in that world and get to wear all these amazing hats. And the shoes!”
“Everything was leveled, there were no extremes of joy or sorrow any more but only habit, routine, ancient family names and rites and customs, slow careful old people moving cautiously around furniture that had sat in the same positions for fifty years.”
Source: Anne Tyler: a new collection : three complete novels