I Quotes
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“I lied to everybody. I lie very well, being an actress, naturally.”
“I lied to Father . . . to spare him. I broke our family rule: better to hurt with the truth than comfort with a lie. I woke up today with a list of his expectations and I'm tiring of it.”
Source: Persianality
“I lied to hurt you. For letting him be dead while you lived. For being loved by him more than he loved me!
He loved you more than he ever loved any of the rest of us!”
Source: Assassin's Fate
“I lied to Julia, I didn't know what else to do because you - you make me feel..." I had to stop. Not because I didn't have words. I did. But I was afraid to say them. He looked at me, and I knew then I could love him. That if I let myself I would. "You make me feel too," he said, and held out one hand.”
“I lied to you about a lot of things....but I meant every apology.”
“I lied to you because I thought it’d be easier for you, but I was really just trying to make it easier for me.”
Source: In the Lives of Puppets
“I lied to you,’ she said, hanging her head in shame, ‘more than once. In fact, I swore that my lies were truth. I can’t understand how it could have happened. It just came out of my mouth and by the time I realised what I'd done, it was too late.
‘It’s never too late to realise that you were mistaken, Sophiel.”
Source: Breath of Darkness
“I lied. I do that, you know, when it suits me. I would have thought you'd realized that by now.”
Source: The Devil's Waltz
“I lied. I need your help." "Who are we killing?" "Do you have a pen?”
Source: Magic Strikes
“I lift heavy weights and sprint, but I am so bad at it that I develop severe injuries.”
“I lift his chin and gaze into his face, so darkly beautiful, and I lower my mouth to his without a word...
Sometimes, there is no need for words.
It is not a romantic kiss, but a reassuring one.
"You need to let me go, Brian..."
"And you, I, Matthias," he says sadly, as I lift my head, and gaze into the eyes of Timothy, my husband, who has silently approached us on foot, sword drawn.
As I have just stated, sometimes words are unnecessary.
Timothy looks as if the weight of the entire world has fallen upon him. His eyes are wide and solemn, his face, gaunt. One solitary tear trickles down his cheek. His wings drag on the ground, the feathers filthy and dark with mud.
"Matthias, how could you?!" he whispers huskily. "You...of all people...betray me, with a...with a kiss?"
I open my mouth to protest, but no words emerge. Indeed, what can I say?”
Source: Southern Cross
“I lift my arm out of the water. It's a log. Put it back under and it blows up even bigger. People see the log and call it a twig. They yell at me because I can't see what they see. Nobody can explain to me why my eyes work different than theirs. Nobody can make it stop.”
Source: Wintergirls
“I lift my chin and meet his gaze without flinching. “Fine. You want to protect her for your own reasons, go ahead. But I swear, if you ever try to use that as an excuse to control her, or treat her as anything less than a person, I will kill you.”
One eyebrow lifts. “You think you could?”
“I’d have a damn good go at it.”
Unexpectedly, he smiles. “I bet you would.”
Source: Dawn Rising
“I lift my hands to believe again. You are my refuge. You are my strength. As I pour out my heart, these things I remember, You are faithful, God, forever.”
“I lift my voice of warning against praising or flattering your ministers. I have seen the evil, the dreadful evil, of praising ministers. Never, never speak a word in the praise of ministers to their faces. Exalt God.”
“I lift myself from lifeless hands
and cut the tethers from my soul
until I rise, my bonds cut free,
to join the flowers that are whole.”
Source: Faces to the Sun
“I lift myself into the back of the truck, where the warm, sweet smells of freshly baked baguettes and pumpkin muffins waft past my nose. It's how I imagine heaven must smell, the perfume of yeasty bread and cinnamon-laced muffins filling the air as little angels float by on pillows made of billowy croissants.”
Source: A Second Bite at the Apple
“I lift the lid of the chest. Inside, the air is musty and stale, held hostage for years in its three-foot-by-four-foot tomb. I lean in to survey the contents cautiously, then pull out a stack of old photos tied with twine. On top is a photo of a couple on their wedding day. She's a young bride, wearing one of those 1950's netted veils. He looks older, distinguished- sort of like Cary Grant or Gregory Peck in the old black-and-white movies I used to watch with my grandmother. I set the stack down and turn back to the chest, where I find a notebook, filled with handwritten recipes. The page for Cinnamon Rolls is labeled "Dex's Favorite." 'Dex.' I wonder if he's the man in the photo.
There are two ticket stubs from 1959, one to a Frank Sinatra concert, another to the movie 'An Affair to Remember.' A single shriveled rosebud rests on a white handkerchief. A corsage? When I lift it into my hand, it disintegrates; the petals crinkle into tiny pieces that fall onto the living room carpet. At the bottom of the chest is what looks like a wedding dress. It's yellowed and moth-eaten, but I imagine it was once stark white and beautiful. As I lift it, I can hear the lace swishing as if to say, "Ahh." Whoever wore it was very petite. The waist circumference is tiny. A pair of long white gloves falls to the floor. They must have been tucked inside the dress. I refold the finery and set the ensemble back inside.
Whose things are these? And why have they been left here? I thumb through the recipe book. All cookies, cakes, desserts. She must have loved to bake. I tuck the book back inside the chest, along with the photographs after I've retied the twine, which is when I notice a book tucked into the corner. It's an old paperback copy of Ernest Hemingway's 'The Sun Also Rises.' I've read a little of Hemingway over the years- 'A Moveable Feast' and some of his later work- but not this one. I flip through the book and notice that one page is dog-eared. I open to it and see a line that has been underscored. "You can't get away from yourself by moving from one place to another."
I look out to the lake, letting the words sink in. 'Is that what I'm trying to do? Get away from myself?' I stare at the line in the book again and wonder if it resonated with the woman who underlined it so many years ago. Did she have her own secret pain? 'Was she trying to escape it just like me?”
Source: Morning Glory
“I lift things.”
Source: The Kaiju Preservation Society
“I lift up my heart in gratitude for these beautiful yearly bridges that bind us together in love.”
“I lift up my voices and shatter the night with my emptiness, my heartlessness. With nothing now to bind me, the world is a hunting ground.
- Scylla”
Source: Metamorphica
“I lift up the lid and inhale the aromas of what looks like a flaky pot pie, dusted with powdered sugar, the top scored in a crosshatch pattern. And holy moly, mother of the gods, I'm embraced by heavenly scents. Spicy. Sweet. Savory. Delicious. I commandeer a fork, take a bite, chew, and then swallow. Three layers of flavors infused with chicken, egg, and almonds melt on my tongue, the finish topped off with whispers of orange blossom, saffron, ginger, cumin, and turmeric. "This is absolutely incredible. What is this delight?"
"Bastilla," he says with a proud smile. "It's a typical recipe from Morocco, where I'm originally from, usually made with pigeon, but this one is made with chicken. My mother's recipe. It's also called pastilla.”
Source: The Spice Master at Bistro Exotique
“I lift up the women and girls around me. We are just like each other. We all want the joy that comes with being who we really are.”
“I lift weights and I run, thats what I do.”
“I lift weights four times a week, usually run five days a week.”
“I lift weights, but that's not my main focus. I'm a fighter now, and I want to evolve and make myself a well-rounded fighter, so obviously I'm not going to leave any stone unturned, when it comes to submissions, submission defense, striking, knees, leg kicks, and also learning to defend everything. It's not just an offensive sport because you're going to take some punches and you're going to give some punches. You've got to be able to handle both sides of the spectrum. I've brought in a number of highly trained trainers to help me evolve, and I believe we've left no stone unturned.”
“I lifted a brow. “You’re not going to try to blow up our ship, are you?”
Source: The Airship Also Rises
“I lifted my eyes to the heavens and asked for help because if God exists, there's no way he's French.”
“I lifted my head, my gaze meeting his. “Wanting something doesn’t guarantee you will get it.”
“A man can still hope.”
“I’ve never had much room for hope.”
Source: Blood Secrets
“I lifted my right foot to step up into the bus and collided head on with an invisible force that entered my awareness like a silently exploding stick of dynamite blowing the door of my usual consciousness open and off its hinges, splitting me in two. In the gaping space that appeared, what I had previously called "me" was forcefully pushed out of its usual location inside me into a new location that was approximately a foot behind and to the left of my head. "I" was now behind my body, looking out at the world without using the body's eyes.”
“I lifted onto my toes, put my hands aroung his neck, and pulled him down. When our lips met, that first jolt... It was everything I hadn't felt with Simon, everything I wanted to feel. His hands went around my waist, pulling me closer--”
“I lifted the book, firing two words down the bond between us before I blasted my shields up again.
Conversation over.
'Like hell it is,' he snarled. A thrum of power caressed my fingers, and then the book sealed shut between my hands. My nails dug into the leather and paper- to no avail.
Bastard. Arrogant, presuming bastard.
Slowly, I lifted my eyes to him. And I felt... not hot temper- but icy, glittering rage.
I could almost feel that ice at my fingertips, kissing my palms. And I swore there was frost coating the book before I hurled it at his head.
He shielded fast enough that it bounced away and slid across the marble floor behind us.
'Good,' he said, his breathing a bit uneven. 'What else do you have, Feyre?'
Ice melted to flame, and my fingers curled into fists.
And the High Lord of the Night Court honestly looked relieved at the sight of it- of that wrath that made me want to rage and burn.
A feeling, for once. Not like that hollow cold and silence.
And the thought of returning to that manor with the sentries and the patrols and the secrets... I sank back into my chair. Frozen once more.
'Any time you need someone to play with,' Rhys said, pushing the plate toward me on a star-flecked wind, 'whether it's during our marvellous week together or otherwise, you let me know.'
I couldn't muster up a response, exhausted from the bit of temper I'd shown.
And I realised I was in a free fall with no end. I had been for a while. From the moment I'd stabbed that Fae youth in the heart.”
Source: A Court of Mist and Fury
“I lifted the white cloth from the white face of the man that I had worshipped as an idol-looked upon as a demi-god. Notwithstanding the violence of the death of the President, there was something beautiful as well as grandly solemn in the expression of the placid face. There lurked the sweetness and gentleness of childhood, and the stately grandeur of godlike intellect. I gazed long at the face, and turned away with tears in my eyes and a choking sensation in my throat. Ah! never was man so widely mourned before. The whole world bowed their heads in grief when Abraham Lincoln died.”
“I lifted you from darkness, only for you to leave me there.”
“I light a candle
for those taken
from their schools
against their will
at noon
and forced into sex slavery,
at the prime of girlhood,”
Source: I Will Be Silent
“I light another cigarette. I'm starting to get nervous as fuck. I normally don't do pillow talk with girls I make love to. God, but I need this. Nobody really knows my story. They all think they do. I've buried the truth in a hurricane of words. That's really what I did. A novel every six months or so. Damn, I hide a lot.
"I don't know. I've tried replacing her with somebody else. Believe me, I tried. But I can't. I spent ten years of my life chasing her ghost. I try to find her in other women. It's unfair to them. That's why I just them home. I fuck them, love them, then I kick them out. I don't want them knowing.”
Source: The Hack
“I light candles because I want to have candles lit, not because I need to see!”
“I light candles. I meditate. And I don't believe in anything. By default I move simultaneously towards mysticism and atheism. It's not something that's ever going to get fixed.”
“I lightly grasped the edges of my shirt and dropped into a neat curtsy, batting my eyes coquettishly. “Thank you, Liege,” I said, Gratefully Condescending. “You’re still not in Cadogan attire, you know.” I frowned, awash in the disheartening realization that I’d tried again, and failed, at playing Cadogan vampire. Was I ever going to be able to be good enough for Ethan? I doubted it, but faked a smile and cheekily offered, “You should have seen what I was going to wear.” Ethan rolled his eyes.”
Source: Some Girls Bite
“I like "As Long As You Love Me" and "Boyfriend" by Justin Bieber. It gets you moving - you just can't help it! And "Teach Me How to Dougie" gets Zendaya and I every time.”
“I like "God Give Me the Strength" very much. It's not really a blues and to call it a ballad is absurd. I don't know, its mid-tempo. Mark (St. John) actually wrote it and I think its very telling of our lives in the 60s. Its just a good song, ya know.”
“I like "Rock, Paper, Scissors Two-Thirds." You know. "Rock breaks scissors." "These scissors are bent. They're destroyed. I can't cut stuff. So I lose." "Scissors cuts paper." "These are strips. This is not even paper. It's gonna take me forever to put this back together." "Paper covers rock." "Rock is fine. No structural damage to rock. Rock can break through paper at any point. Just say the word. Paper sucks." There should be "Rock, Dynamite with a Cutable Wick, Scissors."”
“I like "Talk to Her" by [Pedro] Almodovar and "Happiness" by Todd Solondz, "Mullholland Drive" by David Lynch .”
“I like "Training Day" very much. Denzel Washington's performance was spectacular. I also like "The Godfather"and "Kill Bill." I love Tarantino's mind and I believe that "Kill Bill" describes very well his mind and thoughts.”
“I like '50s and '60s American art. I have 85 or 90 Warhols.”
“I like 'Breaking Bad' and 'Game of Thrones.' I like that era. I like that fantasy world.”
“I like 'Donnie Darko;' it's a cool take on dreams and sleep.”
“I like 'Elle' magazine. I love things online, like when all the big brands have a fashion show, I like to see the new collections.”
“I like 'em big. And stupid. Don't tell my husband.”
“I like 'Futurama.' That's kind of the only thing that's my sci-fi thing, although I was big into zombies for a time.”