I Quotes
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“I’m ready for round two.”
Source: Wolf's Mate
“I'm ready. Let's read some more.”
Source: Yet Is My Superpower: A Fun and Inspiring Growth Mindset Book for Kids Ages 4-9 | Boost Confidence, Resilience, and Early Reading Skills Pre-K-4
“I'm ready," she whispered, her stomach fluttering as soon as the words left her.
Charles looked at her, the light in his eyes wavering. "Then-"
"Yes," she spoke over him. "I accept."
He drew her close, holding both her hands and bringing them to his lips.
Wishing this moment could last forever, she leaned against the prince's shoulder. At last, she knew.
So this was love.”
Source: So This is Love
“I'm ready to have my house back," I said. "Someone wouldn't play with me while we had a guest." Placing my hands on her hips, I pulled her in gently for a heated kiss.
"Alan would hear us," she whispered.
"I'm trembling with concern," I drawled.
She smacked my chest lightly, but the playful grin she tried to shove off her face told a different story.
"At least wait until after dinner, okay? I'm starving."
With a wicked grin, I stole a kiss. "Be careful making deals with a fae, darling. I'll be holding you to it.”
Source: Dirty Lying Faeries
“I’m realizing it doesn’t really matter if we have a happy ending or not. We’re happy right now. That’s the important part, right?”
Source: This Is Kind of an Epic Love Story
“I'm realizing that if I am to cross the distance between near-death and renewal, instead of trying to bury my pain, I must use it as a guide to know myself better. In confronting my past, I have to reckon not only with the pain of losing other people but also with the pain I've caused others. I must keep seeking truths and teachers on these long, lonely stretches of highway even when--especially when--the search brings discomfort.”
Source: Between Two Kingdoms: A Memoir of a Life Interrupted
“I’m really a-howling!”
Source: Monte Walsh
“I’m really enjoying my solitude after feeling trapped by my family, friends and boyfriend.
Just then I feel like making a resolution. A new year began six months ago but I feel like the time for change is now. No more whining about my pathetic life. I am going to change my life this very minute. Feeling as empowered as I felt when I read The Secret, I turn to reenter the hall.
I know what I’ll do! Instead of listing all the things I’m going to do from this moment on, I’m going to list all the things I’m never going to do! I’ve always been unconventional (too unconventional if you ask my parents but I’ll save that account for later). I mentally begin to make my list of nevers.
-I am never going to marry for money like Natasha just did.
-I am never going to doubt my abilities again.
-I am never going to… as I try to decide exactly what to resolve I spot an older lady wearing a bright red velvet churidar kurta. Yuck! I immediately know what my next resolution will be; I will never wear velvet. Even if it does become the most fashionable fabric ever (a highly unlikely phenomenon)
I am quite enjoying my resolution making and am deciding what to resolve next when I notice Az and Raghav holding hands and smiling at each other. In that moment I know what my biggest resolve should be.
-I will never have feelings for my best friend’s boyfriend. Or for any friend’s boyfriend, for that matter. That’s four resolutions down. Six more to go? Why not? It is 2012, after all. If the world really does end this year, at least I’ll go down knowing I completed ten resolutions. I don’t need to look too far to find my next resolution. Standing a few centimetres away, looking extremely uncomfortable as Rags and Az get more oblivious of his existence, is Deepak.
-I will never stay in a relationship with someone I don’t love, I vow. Looking for inspiration for my next five resolutions, I try to observe everyone in the room. What catches my eye next is my cousin Mishka giggling uncontrollably while failing miserably at walking in a straight line. Why do people get completely trashed in public? It’s just so embarrassing and totally not worth it when you’re nursing a hangover the next day. I recoil as memories of a not so long ago night come rushing back to me. I still don’t know exactly what happened that night but the fragments that I do remember go something like this; dropping my Blackberry in the loo, picking it up and wiping it with my new Mango dress, falling flat on my face in the middle of the club twice, breaking my Nine West heels, kissing an ugly stranger (Az insists he was a drug dealer but I think she just says that to freak me out) at the bar and throwing up on the Bandra-Worli sea link from Az’s car.
-I will never put myself in an embarrassing situation like that again. Ever.
I usually vow to never drink so much when I’m lying in bed with a hangover the next day (just like 99% of the world) but this time I’m going to stick to my resolution.
What should my next resolution be?”
Source: Never Say Never
“I'm really glad you're my sister,' Ruhn said.”
Source: House of Sky and Breath
“I'm really going to have you offed," Henry tells him. "You'll never see it coming. Our assassins are trained in discretion. They will come in the night, and it will look like a humiliating accident."
"Autoerotic asphyxiation?"
"Toilet heart attack."
"Jesus."
"You've been warned."
"I thought you'd kill me in a more personal way. Silk pillow over my face, slow and gentle suffocation. Just you and me. Sensual."
"Ha. Well." Henry coughs.”
Source: Red, White & Royal Blue
“I'm really good a breaking down a problem into small enough parts that everything falls through the cracks
& voilá, problem solved.
—Problem Solver”
Source: Theories of Everything
“I'm really hoping he’s being genuine because I can already tell he isn't the kind of guy a girl gets a simple crush on. He’s the kind of guy you fall hard for, and the thought of that terrifies me. I don’t really want to fall hard for anyone at all, especially someone who’s only making an effort because he thinks I'm easy. I also don’t want to fall for someone who has already branded himself hopeless. But I'm curious. So curious.”
Source: Hopeless
“I'm really not quite as frippery a fellow as you seem to think! I own that in my grasstime I committed a great many follies and extravagances, but, believe me, I've long since out-grown them! I don't think they were any worse than what nine out of ten youngsters commit, but unfortunately I achieved, through certain circumstances, a notoriety which most young men escape. I was born with a natural aptitude for the sporting pursuits you regard with so much distrust, and I inherited, at far too early an age, a fortune which not only enabled me to indulge my tastes in the most expensive manner imaginable, but which made me an object of such interest that everything I did was noted, and talked of. That's heady stuff for greenhorns, you know! There was a time when I gave the gossips plenty to talk about. But do give me credit for having seen the error of my ways!”
Source: The Nonesuch
“I'm really scared now, from choosing, from thinking and from taking risks and going out of the comfort zone. But what can it be done??
Time goes and goes, it eats people and it gives new people life...”
“I’m really sorry, you know,” I say. … “I just wanted to meet you. I didn’t know I’d ruin your whole life.”
“I’m really tired”, you come to understand, is meaningless, giving the impression all will be well with a good rest and that if you’ve ever been tired, you know what it is to be exhausted.”
“I'm reasonably certain,
salmon, swordfish, and hammerhead sharks
do not find themselves paralyzed
by spasms of self-blame for their plight
- What could I do differently to placate these people?
If only I were a better fish they would not hate me -
but instead know precisely who is killing them.
The same can be said for the indigenous.
You can't get much clearer than Sitting Bull, who said,
when forced to speak at a celebration of the completion of a railroad
through what had been his people's land:
"I hate you.
I hate you.
I hate all the white people.
You are thieves and liars.
You have taken away our land and made us outcasts,
so I hate you."
It's important to note, by the way,
that the white translator did not speak these words,
but instead the "friendly, courteous speech he had prepared."
[Glaspell, Kate Eldridge. "Incidents in the Life of a Pioneer."
North Dakota Historical Quarterly, 1941, 187-88.]”
Source: Endgame, Vol. 1: The Problem of Civilization
“I'm reasonably sure that Calvin Klein does not knit.”
Source: At Knit's End: Meditations for Women Who Knit Too Much
“I’m reborn of struggle and strife, fire and failure … and I’m growing stronger by the day.”
“I’m red poppy from the mountains of the homeland
The winds are my tunes
The thunder is my voice
When I object what is going on…
Rains are my tears
When I’m speechless
The gushing sounds of water
Are my hearty songs…
***
I’m red poppy from the mountains of the homeland
When I welt,
I shall leave smiling
And assured that my seeds
Shall create vast meadows of wildflowers
For future generations
Wiser than you and I…”
Source: أنا زهرة برية [I am a Wildflower]
“I'm regal. I'm royal. I'm a queen. That's my stance and I'm sticking to it.”
“I’m relieved to see
that even brilliant physicists make mistakes.”
Kohler looked over. “What do you mean?”
“Whoever wrote that note made a mistake. That column isn’t Ionic. Ionic columns are uniform in width. That one’s tapered. It’s Doric—the Greek counterpart. A common mistake.”
Kohler did not smile. “The author meant it as a joke, Mr. Langdon. Ionic means containing ions—electrically charged particles. Most objects contain them.”
Source: Angels & Demons
“I’m remarrying you, Lil. Fuck, I’d remarry you a hundred times until it stuck.”
Source: Ricochet
“i’m remembering my soul dna…
how it's magic-touched.
how i’m flower essence.
how i’m fire soul.”
Source: wild spirit, soft heart
“I’m remembering there’s a word in Russian, izgoy, that describes someone with a flaw that makes that person singularly unfit to perform his or her professional role. A blocked writer, I lascivious priest, a drunken chauffeur. As a screwed-up therapist,someone like me should not be working at all. Not yet. It is far too soon. And you can tell that. Bethany, with her Competence Scale, already has. But here I am. An izgoy.”
Source: The Rapture
“I'm reminded of a conversation between a little girl and her mother as they walked out of church. The mother asked her how she liked church that day. The girl replied that she thought it was good, but that she was a little confused. "The pastor said that God was bigger than we are. Is that true?" she asked. The mother responded that it was indeed true. "He also said that God lives inside of us. Is that true, Mommy?" Again the mother replied, "Yes." "Well, then," said the girl, "if God is bigger than us, and if He lives inside of us, then shouldn't some of Him show through?”
Source: Dancin' Toward the Dawn: Discovering Joy in the Darkness of Loneliness
“I’m reminded of a dream that the aunt of a friend of mine had; the woman’s name is Cleo and she grew up in Kansas during the Great Depression. In the dream, she is lifted to Heaven when just a child. There, she is greeted by an angel who says, “Take my hand and I will show you to your new home.” The angel and Cleo stroll through Heaven’s shining streets, more radiant than anything the small and nervous girl had seen. However, instead of stopping before one of the lovely houses, they keep walking, then walking some more. The lights begin to dim, the houses are smaller now and the streets not so smooth. Finally, they arrive at a tiny hut near the edge of a dense forest with just enough light to see. Cleo asks, “Is this my new home?” The angel replies, “I’m afraid so; you were just barely good enough to get in.”
“I’m reminded of a long-standing debate at my childhood dinner table. Whenever we’d eat steak, I would use my knife in my left hand and my fork in my right, which would infuriate my mother. She’d remind me to cut with my right hand since I was right-handed and to switch my fork to my right hand for each bite. When pressed for a reason, she’d reply “because that’s how to cut”. Dissatisfied, I’d press further. She’d reply “because that’s proper manners”.
As a six-year old, I found this to be the most pointless and inefficient process in the world, and I’d voice this opinion. Why would I switch hands every single bite to maintain some arbitrary convention? The final reply: “One day you’re going to meet a nice girl, and when you go out to dinner with her you’ll need to use proper manners”. My response then, and still a fundamental belief to this day, is that anyone who cares about something so small and insignificant, is maybe not someone I want to spend my time with.”
“I’m reminded of how passionate Kuan Yin is about the importance of being human on this earth,” continues Lena.
“It’s the most important thing in your existence,” states Kuan Yin. “Your existence is eternal. This phase (of your soul) is so important because you learn so much in human form. This is where the individual’s ‘spark’ of existence can expand into bigger, more powerful energies.”
Source: Oracle of Compassion: The Living Word of Kuan Yin
“I'm reminded of what Susan Sontag is supposed to have said about the great lesson of the Second World War: that 10 percent of people are fundamentally good, 10 are fundamentally evil, and the other 80 swayable in either direction.”
Source: One Day, Everyone Will Have Always Been Against This
“I'm renowned within the ton as being cool under fire- around you, I'm never cool. I'm heated- I seethe- I burn with desire. If I'm in the same room, all I can think about is heat- your heat- and how you'll feel around me."
Patience felt the heat rise, a real force between them.
"I've gained the reputation of being the soul of discretion- now look at me. I've seduced my godmother's niece- and been seduced by her. I share her bed openly, even under my godmother's roof." His lips twisted wryly. "So much for discretion."
He drew a deep breath; his chest brushed her breasts.
"And as for my vaunted, up-until-you 'legendary' control- the instant I'm inside you that evaporates like water on hot steel."
What prompted her Patience never knew. His lips were so close- with her teeth, she nipped the lower. "I told you to let go- I won't break."
The tension, pouring off him in waves, eased, just a little. He sighed, and rested his forehead on hers. "I don't like losing control- it's like losing myself- in you."
She felt him gather himself, felt the tension swell and coalesce about them.
"It's giving myself to you- so that I'm in your keeping."
The words, low and gravelly, rolled through her; closing her eyes, she drew in a shallow breath. "And you don't like doing that."
"I don't like it- but I crave it. I don't approve of it, yet I yearn for it." His words feathered her cheek, then his lips touched hers. "Do you understand? I haven't any choice."
Patience felt his chest swell as he drew a deep breath.
"I love you."
She shivered, eyes shut tight, and felt the world shift about her.
"Losing myself in you- giving my heart and soul into your keeping- is part of that."
His lips brushed hers in an inexpressibly tender caress.
"Trusting you is part of that. Telling you I love you is part of that."
His lips touched hers; Patience didn't wait for more. She kissed him. Letting go of the post, she slid her hands up, framing his face, so she could let him know- let him feel- her response to all he'd said.
He felt it, sensed it- and reacted; his arms locked tight about her. She couldn't breathe, but she didn't care. All she cared about was the emotion that held them, that flowed so effortlessly between them.
Silver and gold, it wound about them, investing each touch with its magic. Silver and gold, it shimmered about them, and quivered in their fractured breaths. It was immediate compulsion and future promise, heavenly delight and earthly pleasure. It was here and now- and forever.”
Source: A Rake's Vow
“I'm repeating, the dogma has been forbidden.”
Source: Voor een betere wereld
“I'm resourceful," she called after him.
Resourceful, he thought, rinsing his hands with the ladle she'd left in the bucket. "A euphemism commonly used by successful criminals," he called out to her.
"If I were so successful," she called back, "I wouldn't be talking to you.”
Source: Saving the Sheriff
“I'm Resting in the Lord
I must be carried to the skies
On flowery beds of ease
Let others fight to win the prize
And passel on their knees
I cannot fight, but I must rein
In heaven's blessed abode
I'm glad that some enjoy the pain
I'm resting in the Lord
There are no foes to face
My pastor is so good
He says, "Just draw on saving grace.
"And love the brotherhood."
I am a soldier for Christ
Unfaithful though I am
I pay my tithes for His own cause
But blush to speak His name
I'm sure on that day of rewards
He'll give me some small prize
And so my gracious, loving Lord
Will wipe tears from my eyes”
Source: Revival God's Way
“i’m restless and wild again… and all i wanna do is get lost with you.”
“i’m restless
and wild again and all
i wanna do is get lost with you…
i’m on edge in my skin
and the stillness feels loud
and slowing it all down isn’t going
to calm this wildfire heart…
i want to chase where it’s racing to
and follow what it’s aching for,
so take me somewhere beautiful and
show me something breathtaking;
let’s go somewhere with less gravity…
break free with me.
touch stars with me.
lose time with me…
because this restlessness
is running wild again, but the peace
always feels like you.”
“I'm retired, not tired!”
Source: No Return Address
“I’m riding a tram and, as is my habit, slowly absorbing every detail of the people around me. By ‘detail’ I mean things, voices, words. In the dress of the girl directly in front of me, for example, I see the material it’s made of, the work involved in making it – since it’s a dress and not just material – and I see in the delicate embroidery around the neck the silk thread with which it was embroidered and all the work that went into that. And immediately, as if in a primer on political economy, I see before me the factories and all the different jobs: the factory where the material was made; the factory that made the darker coloured
thread that ornaments with curlicues the neck of the dress’ and I see the different workshops in the factories, the machines, the workmen, the seamstresses. My eyes’ inward gaze even penetrates into the offices, where I see the managers trying to keep calm and the figures set out in the account books, but that’s not all: beyond that I see into the domestic lives of all those who spend their working hours in these factories and offices...A whole world unfolds before my eyes all because the regularly irregular dark green edging to a pale green dress worn by the girl in front of me of whom I see only her brown neck.
‘A whole way of life lies before me.
I sense the loves, the secrets, the souls of all those who worked just so that this woman in front of me on the tram should wear around her mortal neck the sinuous banality of a thread of dark green silk on a background of light green cloth.
I grow dizzy. The seats on the tram, of fine, strong cane, carry me to distant regions, divide into industries, workmen, houses, lives, realities, everything.
I leave the tram exhausted, like a sleepwalker, having lived a whole life.”
Source: The Book of Disquiet
“I’m riding motorcycles for a job, Mother! They’re calling us the Flying Wrens, and in case you’ve forgotten, there’s a war going on! People are losing their families.’ She shook her head. ‘It’s not about me wanting to do something forbidden; I’m actually doing an important job, work that truly means something.’ She thought of Florence losing her family, and of the people all over Great Britain who had someone who wasn’t coming home. When she’d applied for the job, all she’d been able to think about was the freedom it would afford her, but now it already seemed like so much more than that.”
Source: The London Girls
“I'm right and wrong, moral and immoral, good and bad, a hero and a villain, and I've been just as capable of truth as I have been lies.”
Source: Chasing Impossible
“I'm romantic - a sentimental person thinks things will last - a romantic person hopes against hope that they won't.”
Source: This Side of Paradise
“I’m Ron Redish, one of the many news puppets that tell you what to believe and what to think. If a run-of-the-mill person, who isn’t a trusted and official news anchor like myself, says something that differs from the official news, you can be sure it’s misinformation or a flat-out lie. Such a person is for sure one or more of the following: a sexist; a racist; a misogynist; a Nazi; is part of a different political party than yourself; a terrorist, domestic or otherwise; a conspiracy theorist—or whatever label works best for you in shutting down your freethinking mind and hating the person so you won’t listen to them. Take your pick. Feel free to mix and match.”
Source: The Beasts of Success
“I'm rotted, but I flow.”
“I’m Rowan,” she said. “These are my sisters, Caraline and Saoirse.”
“Irish names,” the woman said, and then she muttered to herself just loud enough for them to hear, “The shamrock, the triskele, and the Triple Goddess. Powerful Celtic symbols.”
Source: House of Spells and Secrets
“I'm running as if the force of the wind whipping around my body will be enough to keep all the pieces of me from crumbling.”
Source: A Million Suns
“I'm running late, but there's always time to scribble weird messages in guest signage books. Also, am I really late? The Catholic Church added a thousand years to history, so I figure I'm actually way ahead of schedule.”
Source: Eggs, they’re not just for breakfast
“I'm running my own race,
I don't compete
with anyone okay!!”
“I'm running on hate.”
Source: Mockingjay
“I’m sad, but not with a definite sadness, nor even with an indefinite sadness. I’m sad down there, on the street littered with packing crates.”
Source: The Book of Disquiet: The Complete Edition
“I’m sallow-Mama Alice says olive-and I have straight black hair and crooked teeth and no real chin, which is okay because I’ve already decided nobody’s ever going to kiss me.”
Source: Shoggoths in Bloom and Other Stories