I Quotes
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“i let you love me.
i let you take care of me.
i let you do things to me
no one was allowed to do before.”
“I let you walk away ten years ago and it's the biggest regret of my life. I couldn't let you overthink this.”
Source: The Ten Year Reunion
“I lettori sono personaggi immaginari creati dalla fantasia degli scrittori.”
“I lettori sono viaggiatori: circolano sulle terre altrui.”
“I leveled the gun and fired until it was empty.”
“I libri le aprivano mondi nuovi e le facevano conoscere persone straordinarie che vivevano una vita piena di avventure. Viaggiava su antichi velieri con Joseph Conrad. Andava in Africa con Ernest Hemingway e in India con Kipling. Girava il mondo restando seduta nella sua stanza, in un villaggio inglese.”
Source: Matilda
“I libri non sono la riserva dei nostalgici che hanno tempo da perdere. Sono il segreto di chi di tempo ne ha così poco che è costretto a inventarlo.”
“I libri per me sono una casa. I libri non fanno una casa, sono una casa, nel senso che, così come pari una porta, apri un libro e ci entri. Dentro trovi un'altra dimensione temporale, e un'altra dimensione spaziale.
Trovi un calore, un focolare. Mi siedo a leggere un libro e avverto una sensazione di tepore. Come mi succedeva in quelle fredde notti passate sui gradini d'ingresso.”
“I libri scritti per pura bontà sono rarissimi. Sono opere che si creano in abiezione e in solitudine, ben sapendo che dopo averle scagliate in faccia al mondo si sarà ancora più soli e più abietti. È normale, la principale caratteristica della gentilezza disinteressata è di essere irriconoscibile, inconoscibile, invisibile, insospettabile, perché un beneficio che dica il suo nome non è mai disinteressato.”
Source: Hygiène de l'assassin
“I libri si scelgono come si sceglie una moglie. I libri si sfogliano, si legge una pagina e ci si rende conto che quelle parole sono proprio quelle che avremmo voluto sentire in quel momento. I libri che leggi entrano nella tua vita e cambiano un pezzettino di quello che sei. Io ho solo libri usati. I libri già sfogliati sono più preziosi di quelli nuovi perché sono già entrati nella vita di qualcun altro.”
Source: I grandi scrittori non mangiano
“I libri sono firmati parola per parola. I loro pregi e tradimenti sono visibili, la loro libertà o corruzione o inutilità apparirà chiaramente, sulla pagina sterminata dei secoli. Alcuni dureranno, altri scompariranno. Ogni segno su di loro è nobile ruga di tormentata e ripetuta lettura, logorio del breve vento da una pagina all'altra, sbiadire di copertine tra amori e rifiuti, sottolineature, polvere di abbandono. Mentre inalterabili, mai scelti né respinti, ma veramente nostri, i dominanti schemi ci circondano di felicità non abitata, colpiscono ipocritamente, con falsa neutralità e velenosa indifferenza, creano parodie di sentimenti che evaporano nello spazio di una sigla. Hanno soldi, potenza, ma meno idee di una singola pagina. Scrivere nasce dal leggere e al leggere è grato. Scrivere è una delle poche cose rimaste uniche e nostre, dalla firma al romanzo, dal primo tema al testamento”
“I libri sono meno fastidiosi delle persone e certamente meno impegnativi. Io la penso allo stesso modo riguardo alle piante.
{Bryce Vandemberg}”
Source: L'Ordine della chiave
“I libri sono una scelta, perciò dicono sempre molto del proprio lettore.”
Source: Champagne
“I lick my fingers because I don't like when my hands get slick. Licking my fingers helps me keep a good grip on the ball.”
“I lick my lips as his teeth nibble on my earlobe. Between my muscles melting under his touch, my blood tingling with the teasing of my ear and the way my foot rubs against his calf, my thoughts become hazy.
My shirt rides up and Isaiah rubs his thumb in small circles on the bare skin of my stomach. The sensation causes me to arch my back and Isaiah groans as I kiss his neck. I like these feelings. Actually, I more than like them. They’re addicting, and I love how every little thing I do causes Isaiah to kiss and touch me more.
He rolls and I move with him. Our tangled legs become unraveled as my thighs fall open, accepting his weight. Isaiah’s body over mine is heavier than I would have imagined, but it’s a weight I craved without knowing it.
Isaiah kisses up my neck and when his lips meet mine again, he rocks his hips. Suddenly very aware parts of him are touching very aware parts of me, and my head falls to the side as a new sensation spikes through my body.”
Source: Crash into You
“I lick my lips as I stare at it and Dubh smiles. “Does it make you salivate, Lucy? Do you want it in your mouth?”
I glare at him for just a moment before I slap him hard on the cheek again. “Quiet. And put your hands behind your back.”
“Holy. Shit,” he mutters under his breath, and he complies. He squeezes his eyes shut for a second, and I think it’s to wallow in the sting.”
Source: Bloody Fingers & Red Lipstick
“I lick my lips as I take her in; she’s an enigma. Earlier as I watched her I was sure I had her pegged; pretty, rich, party girl, slightly shy but up for some fun. With my profile of her character in mind I had felt in control. Now that she’s surprised me my grasp on control feels looser. I don’t know what to expect from her and it leaves me feeling off kilter.”
Source: Broken Rules
“I licked my lips where I could still taste their glove's fabric. Bitter leather and sweat. The taste of being alive.”
Source: Stalker Stalked
“I licked my sugary, lemonade-soaked lips and leaned my head against the porch post. The sky was bluer than the ocean- a light, jewel-toned blue. What would it be like to wear a necklace made of sky stones? I tossed the idea around in my mind, smiling to myself.”
Source: Interrupted: A Life Beyond Words
“I lie a lot - it's really useful.”
“I lie around and play guitar, that's something I do for sure. In fact that's all I do, I think.”
“I lie around the floor with my cats Billy and Jazz or watch DVDs with my best friends.”
“I lie as truthfully as I can.”
“i lie at your hips
to touch your bliss
is to die in this
we kiss
without breath
we felt
before i felt this”
“I lie awake in bed until way past midnight, fervently hoping Ky is going make an appearance at any moment to explain his behavior. But as the clock chimes two, I have no choice but to face facts.
He isn’t coming.
And it feels ominous.
Like the winds are changing, and destiny is altering.
His absence is more than telling.
It has a finality to it that scares me half to death.”
Source: Losing Kyler
“I lie constantly. All the time. I’m nothing but one big mass of lies.”
Source: Perfect Lies
“I lie down and think about how this whole long, strange summer ought to end in a substantial event. But, probably, won't. For the first time I acknowledge the possibility that nothing will die, or change, or even happen.”
Source: A Line Made By Walking
“I lie down on many a station platform; I stand before many a soup kitchen; I squat on many a bench;--then at last the landscape becomes disturbing, mysterious, and familiar. It glides past the western windows with its villages, their thatched roofs like caps, pulled over the white-washed, half-timbered houses, its corn-fields, gleaming like mother-of-pearl in the slanting light, its orchards, its barns and old lime trees.
The names of the stations begin to take on meaning and my heart trembles. The train stamps and stamps onward. I stand at the window and hold on to the frame. These names mark the boundaries of my youth.”
Source: All quiet on the western front
“I lie here by myself in the dark at two o'clock in the morning and think about that cell in the library. About how it feels to be alone, and the depth of the darkness surrounding me. Darkness as pitch black as the night of the new moon.”
Source: The Strange Library
“I lie in an early bed thinking late thoughts, waiting for the black to replace my blue. I do not struggle in your web because it was my aim to get caught. But daddy long legs I feel that I'm finally growing weary of waiting to be consumed by you.”
“I lie in bed at night, after ending my prayers with the words 'Ich danke dir für all das Gute und Liebe und Schöne' (Thank you, God, for all that is good and dear and beautiful)”
Source: The diary of a young girl
“I lie in bed most nights, thinking of things.”
Source: Upright Beasts
“I lie in the dark wondering if this quiet in me now
is a beginning or an end.”
Source: The Dance Most of All: Poems
“I lie more convincingly than I tell the truth.”
Source: Nightmarish Sacrifice
“I lie on the floor, washed by nothing and hanging on. I cry at night. I am afraid of hearing voices, or a voice. I have come to the edge, of the land. I could get pushed over.”
“I lie splayed out on the bed, staring numbly at the world's most beautiful bedroom. I've been given the Duchess Suite, a relic from the days when husbands and wives slept in separate rooms.
The bedroom's damask walls are painted robin's-egg blue, the same shade as Tiffany's famous little boxes, with matching curtains framing the French windows. The ceiling above my bed is gilded in a mosaic pattern, and impressionist paintings grace the walls. Delicate white-and-gold furniture softens the room's edges, and the freshly cut peonies in a vase on my bedside table lend the air a sweet smell.”
Source: Suspicion
“I lie there for a while in the dusk, then make a decision, little knowing how it will affect every facet of my life and fiber of my being for the rest of my life: I say no to shame.”
Source: Not My Father's Son
“I lie there with my eyes closed, listening to her hum. It's a song I know. It's a song I hear in dreams. The echo of my love's death. The song sung by the one they call Persephone. Hummed by an Aureate, an echo of Eo's dream. I weep. If ever I've felt there was a God, it is now as I listen to the mournful chords. My wife is dead, but something of hers lingers still.”
Source: Red Rising
“I lie to her. Because this world is not safe. The people who are supposed to protect us, the people we are supposed to trust -- I know that sometimes they are the ones who do the most harm.”
Source: The Long Game
“I lie to myself all the time. But I never believe me.”
Source: That Was Then, This Is Now
“I lie when I drink and I drink a lot.”
“I lie with my eyes open and think about everything that has happened in my entire life and it doesn't take me very long to het to where I am now.”
Source: Solitaire
“I lie without a mask, thus I am an honest man.”
“I lie! I cheat! I steal!”
“I lied and said I was busy.
I was busy;
but not in a way most people understand.
I was busy taking deeper breaths.
I was busy silencing irrational thoughts.
I was busy calming a racing heart.
I was busy telling myself I am okay.
Sometimes, this is my busy -
and I will not apologize for it.”
“I lied,' he said. 'I do wish that we could have had a different ending.' He uncorked the vial. 'Goodbye, Evangeline.”
Source: A Curse for True Love
“I lied. I said goodbye and never left.”
“I lied!' I spat my whisper at him. 'I knew you read my journal. I knew you read my dreams. I wrote there what I thought would hurt you most! I lied to hurt you. For letting him be dead while you lived. For being loved by him more than he loved me!' I took a breath. 'He loved you more than he ever loved any of the rest of us!”
Source: Assassin's Fate
“I lied on my Weight Watchers list. I put down that I had 3 eggs... but they were Cadbury chocolate eggs.”
“I lied," the dragon said with a fearful complacency. "Everyone you have ever met has lied to you. Life exists, and all who live are born to suffer. The best moments are fleeting and bought with the coin of exquisite torment. All attachments end. All loved ones die. All that you value passes away. In such a vexatious existence laughter is madness and joy is folly. Shall we accept that it all happens for no reason, with no cause? That there is nobody to blame but ourselves but that accepting the responsibility is pointless for doing so cannot ease, defer, or deaden the pain? Not likely! It is so much more comforting to erect a straw figure on which to blame it all.
"Some bow down before the Goddess and others curse her every name. There is not a fart's difference between the two approaches. They cling to the fiction of the Goddess because admitting the alternative is unbearable."
"Then what—why—what do you want me for?" To her dismay, tears coursed down Jane's face. Oh how Melanchthon must be enjoying this, she thought. What satisfaction it must give him. "You've toyed with me, made promises, gone through Hell-knows-what machinations to bring me here. Why? What's the point of it?"
"I want your help to destroy the universe.”
Source: The Iron Dragon's Daughter