I Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with I. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“i'm too lazy to go find happiness,but i'm sure it will swing by sometime”
“I’m too old for wanderlust and games. It was time to come home.”
Source: Mistletoe Magic
“I'm too old to be ignorant as I am."
--Twelve-year-old Gabriella to the general, who does not want her to know about Emmett Till and the world's brutality.”
Source: The Girl Who Swam to Atlantis
“I'm too old to be sixteen again!”
Source: The Hidden Oracle
“I'm too old to figure out the rights and wrongs of everything.”
Source: The Travelling Restaurant: Jasper's Voyage in Three Parts
“I’m too old to worry about who likes me and who doesn’t. I have more important things to do.
If you love me, great, I love you right back. If you support me, I support you too. If you hate me, I don’t care.
I stopped worrying about popularity contests back in 9th grade. Life keeps rolling on with or without you, and I’m perfectly okay with that.”
“I’m too outspoken for most people, they think you’re rude if you tell the truth. ‘Punk’ was the only time I fitted in. Just one tiny sliver of time where it was acceptable to say what you thought.”
Source: Clothes, Clothes, Clothes. Music, Music, Music. Boys, Boys, Boys
“I'm too short. So, up on your toes. Lift someone up.”
“I'm too short to be strong!”
“I'm too tired to cook, and I reckon you are, too. Let's grab some grub at the diner on the way home."
Nodding at everyone, there not being one person they didn’t know, they sat at a corner table. Both ordered the special: chicken-fried steak, mash and gravy, turnips, and coleslaw. Biscuits. Pecan pie with ice cream. At the next table, a family of four joined hands and lowered their heads as the father said a blessing out loud. At “Amen” they kissed the air, squeezed hands, and passed the cornbread.”
Source: Where the Crawdads Sing
“I'm too weak to be as angry as I should be. I'd end up destroying myself completely if I were, evaporating oceans and burning forests. I'll just bury it under layers of solidifying lava that is the result of small outbursts that I couldn't help but release when the energy at my core became too much to bear.”
“I'm too young for this, I thought. Not too old, as you might expect, but too young, too inept, too uninformed. How come there weren't any grownups around? Why did everyone just assume I knew what I was doing?”
“I'm too young to die. The fallacy of youth. Death had never cared about the ages of those it claimed.”
Source: Quichotte
“I'm torn between my own dreams and my duty as a son.”
Source: Pieces of a Broken Mind
“I’m torn, between the Wards and the Singhs and what’s right. I don’t even know what’s right any more – everything is so muddied. I’m not sure I’m the good girl I once thought I was. I’ve lost her along the way.”
Source: A Good Girl's Guide to Murder
“I'm totally unworthy of this love which you are offering to me.”
Source: The Black Prince
“I'm totally vulnerable to all conditions of existence all the time, no matter where I go or how good I am. Really getting this deconditions me from illusion and entitlement. It’s a fast track to letting go of the ego. To say yes, to the conditions of existence liberates me. I face them directly rather than F.A.C.E them, with fear, attachment, control, and entitlement.”
Source: How to Be an Adult in Love: Letting Love in Safely and Showing It Recklessly
“I’m tougher than you think. You just need to believe in me. You know, like a fairy.”
Source: Long Way Down
“I’m training tuna fish to land travel using slices of tomatoes as wheels. You wouldn't believe how many swimming creatures are jealous of ducks' versatility of movement.”
Source: Music is fluid, and my saxophone overflows when my ducks slosh in the sounds I make in elevators.
“I'm trap in marriage with gangsta rhyme and my street life.”
“I'm trapped in a Salvador Dali painting”
Source: The Da Vinci Code
“I'm trapped in my mind and I know it's crazy
Hey, it's not that bad at all”
“I'm traveling a speed
unknown to man
and I carry love for all
in the mirror of my hand.
I say love for all…don't try to run away...
look at the mirrors of your heart.
Face the truth today—
I am what I am, thank God.
Some people don't understand,
Help them, God—
I say find yourself first, and then your tool.
I say find yourself first, don't you be no fool.
Here comes a woman, sweat all down her back.
For birth or for pleasure, she's on the right track…
But for being free, she ain't supposed to plea.
And don't rely on no man to try and understand.
I say find yourself first
and then your talent.
Work hard in your mind
for it to come alive.
And then prove to the man
that you're as strong as him.
'Cause in the eyes of God…
you're both children to him…
You are what you are, thank God.
You gonna shine like a star
with the help of God—
But we find ourselves first
and then our tool…
Find yourself, don't be no fool.”
Source: Cherokee Mist: The Lost Writings
“I'm traveling from, to and between time frames searching, waiting and finding things that I deserve, people I want to meet, and places where I want to be. For now, I’m just walking ahead in pursuit of something, I don’t know if it exists.”
“I'm trustful, but not naive.”
“I’m trusting that the pain of letting go will be eclipsed by the relief of moving on.”
“I’m trying. God knows. I’m trying. But I’m only halfway there. Don’t trust me too far.” His voice suddenly grew harsh. “I like your friends, Sara, but I hated seeing them with you. I didn’t
want you to smile at them. I don’t want you to smile at anyone but me. It rubs me raw to see you—” He stopped and drew a ragged breath. “But you’re a woman people will always want to smile at and touch and—” He broke off again. “So I’d better get used to it, hadn’t I”
Source: Man From Half Moon Bay
“I'm trying so hard to be right for you. I'm becoming wrong, so wrong, for me.”
“I'm trying to be a better man, Liz. Are you watching?”
Source: The Darcy Monologues
“I'm trying to be a man like a woman”
Source: "Zaki's Gift Of Love"
“I’m trying to be an adult. I’m trying to be responsible. I’m trying not to call home crying. But it’s hard. It’s hard when every morning feels like a hangover. It’s hard when I hear voices every time I go to sleep. It’s hard when the only thing that would make me feel better is to crawl in bed with the one person who truly knows me, but I’m more afraid of her than the bears or the perverts or whoever the hell visits her when I’m away.”
Source: Fallout Dreams
“I'm trying to be good here, Karlie. But you're making it damn hard to resist.”
Source: Luke
“I’m trying to be more conscientious towards myself! I need to slow down and celebrate the small milestones in my life instead of hurrying up to complete the next goal on my to-do list. I need to speak up when I am feeling stressed. I need to be calm and patient and kind to myself.”
Source: Be The Sunshine
“I'm trying to be proactive. And since we did so well with baking during a murder investigation last time, why not?"
Alan shook his head in an almost pitying manner. "There is something very twisted about what you just said, Claire."
"Plaited, if you please, Mr. Gables," she shot back. "I'm a good loaf, perfectly proved.”
Source: Mayhem on the Marzipan Express
“I'm trying to court you," Will said in exasperation.”
Source: Clockwork Princess
“I’m trying to deal with all of these protective feelings I have for you. They’re not innocent.”
“What if that’s… what I want too?”
Source: Bare for the Alpha
“I'm trying to decide if I'm having hallucinations and you're really an angel--or witch. Either one, I can't tell yet.”
Source: Toxic Game
“I'm trying to decide what's worse. Someone being gone, but still out there, or someone being gone forever, dead. I think someone being gone, but still out there, might be worse. Then there’s always the chance, the hoping, the wondering if things might change. If maybe one day he’ll come back. There’s also the wondering about what his new life is like. The life without you. Is he happier? And if he is, you’re left being sad, wondering what it would be like if you were happy with him. But when someone is dead, he’s dead. He’s not coming back. There is no second chance. Death is a period at the end of a sentence. Someone gone, but still out there, is an ellipsis…or a question to be answered.”
Source: You Are Not Here
“I’m trying to decide whether to tell you two to get a room or go barf in the trash can,” Emma said. “I’m leaning toward the second choice. You are both getting way too weird. And gross.”
Cal barked out a laugh and slid his fingers down my arm to entwine with mine. His touch, and Emma’s comments, only made me blush more. Looks like Emma saw Cal lick my face after all.
Now that wasn’t awkward or anything.”
Source: Legend of Witchtrot Road
“I'm trying to do the honourable thing and not take advantage of you after you've had a shit day.' His jaw flexes.
I smile and kiss the side of his mouth. 'It's always a shit day around here. And it's not taking advantage when I'm asking' -my teeth nip at his lips- 'correction, begging you to make my day better.”
Source: Fourth Wing
“I'm trying to find something wrong with you so that I don't want you so much.”
“I'm trying to find where I fit into this world."
Salem's purr changed tone. "Ah, I see your confusion. You've made an incorrect assumption you believe is the truth and are trying to validate it."
"Huh?"
"People don't fit anywhere, Arnold. You aren't building materials that are made to fit a perfect purpose. There is no place set aside where you perfectly slot into. No place which exists in adulthood, anyway. If you go around expecting to find that place, you will only find frustration and disappointment."
"So, if I can't find where I fit into this world, what can I do?"
"You get to know yourself, your skills, your limitations, your hopes and fears, you understand your shape and substance, and then make a place in the world that fits you.”
Source: Oh Great! I was Reincarnated as a Farmer
“I’m trying to help,” Albert said.
“By paying him with beer?”
“I paid him what he wanted, and Sam was okay with it. You were at the meeting,” Albert said. “Look, how else do you think you get someone like Orc to spend hours in the hot sun working? Astrid seems to think people will work just because we ask them to. Maybe some will. But Orc?”
Lana could see his point. “Okay. I shouldn’t have jumped all over you.”
“It’s okay. I’m getting used to it,” Albert said. “Suddenly I’m the bad guy. But you know what? I didn’t make people the way they are. If kids are going to work, they’re going to want something back.”
“If they don’t work, we all starve.”
“Yeah. I get that,” Albert said with more than a tinge of sarcasm. “Only, here’s the thing: Kids know we won’t let them starve as long as there’s any food left, right? So they figure, hey, let someone else do the work. Let someone else pick cabbages and artichokes.”
Lana wanted to get back to her run. She needed to finish, to run to the FAYZ wall. But there was something fascinating about Albert. “Okay. So how do you get people to work?”
He shrugged. “Pay them.”
“You mean, money?”
“Yeah. Except guess who had most of the money in their wallets and purses when they disappeared? Then a few kids stole what was left in cash registers and all. So if we start back using the old money we just make a few thieves powerful. It’s kind of a problem.”
“Why is a kid going to work for money if they know we’ll share the food, anyway?” Lana asked.
“Because some will do different stuff for money. I mean, look, some kids have no skills, right? So they pick the food for money. Then they take the money and spend it with some kid who can maybe cook the food for them, right? And that kid maybe needs a pair of sneakers and some other kid has rounded up all the sneakers and he has a store.”
Lana realized her mouth was open. She laughed. The first time in a while.
“Fine. Laugh,” Albert said, and turned away.
“No, no, no,” Lana hastened to say. “No, I wasn’t making fun of you. It’s just that, I mean, you’re the only kid that has any kind of a plan for anything.”
Source: Hunger
“I’m trying to hold back my emotions, but I can feel my face contorting. That strange heat moving to my cheeks. I always thought it was magic moving through me, but now I know it to be rage.”
Source: The Grace Year
“I'm trying to keep you safe."
Safe as a porcelain bowl wrapped in cotton linen and boxed up. It would be a lie to say she didn't want to feel safe, or that Nolan's worry didn't leave her feeling warm and even a bit precious. But it also left her feeling trapped, like an ornamental bird kept in a cage, its wings clipped.”
Source: The Wondrous and the Wicked
“I’m trying to live without my best friend.
It’s hard.
My whole reason for waking up in the morning and putting on a smile was taken from me.”
“I’m trying to make a profit. I’m using batteries, toilet paper, and paper towels as currency. Each is something that will eventually be in short supply.”
“You’re trying to get all the toilet paper in town?” Astrid shrilled. “Are you kidding?”
“No, Astrid, I’m not kidding,” Albert said. “Look, right now, kids are playing with the stuff. I saw little kids throwing rolls of it around on their lawns like it was a toy. So—”
“So your solution is to try and take it all away from people?”
“You’d rather see it wasted?”
“Yeah, actually,” Astrid huffed. “Rather than you getting it all for yourself. You’re acting like a jerk.”
Albert’s eyes flared. “Look, Astrid, now kids know they can buy their way into the club with it. So they’re not going to waste it anymore.”
“No, they’re going to give it all to you,” she shot back. “And what happens when they need some?”
“Then there will still be some left because I made it valuable.”
“Valuable to you.”
“Valuable to everyone, Astrid.”
“It’s you taking advantage of kids dumb enough not to know any better. Sam, you have to put a stop to this.”
Sam had drifted away from the conversation, his head full of the music. He snapped back. “She’s right, Albert, this isn’t okay. You didn’t get permission—”
“I didn’t think I needed permission to give kids what they want. I mean, I’m not threatening anyone, saying, ‘Give me your toilet paper, give me your batteries.’ I’m just playing some music and saying, ‘If you want to come in and dance, then it’ll cost you.’”
“Dude, I respect you being ambitious and all,” Sam said. “But I have to shut this down. You never got permission, even, let alone asked us if it was okay to charge people.”
Albert said, “Sam, I respect you more than I can even say. And Astrid, you are way smarter than me. But I don’t see how you have the right to shut me down.”
That was it for Sam. “Okay, I tried to be nice. But I am the mayor. I was elected, as you probably remember, since I think you voted for me.”
“I did. I’d do it again, man. But Sam, Astrid, you guys are wrong here. This club is about all these kids have that can get them together for a good time. They’re sitting in their homes starving and feeling sad and scared. When they’re dancing, they forget how hungry and sad they are. This is a good thing I’m doing.”
Sam stared hard at Albert, a stare that kids in Perdido Beach took seriously. But Albert did not back down.
“Sam, how many cantaloupes did Edilio manage to bring back with kids who were rounded up and forced to work?” Albert asked.
“Not many,” Sam admitted.
“Orc picked a whole truckload of cabbage. Before the zekes figured out how to get at him. Because we paid Orc to work.”
“He did it because he’s the world’s youngest alcoholic and you paid him with beer,” Astrid snapped. “I know what you want, Albert. You want to get everything for yourself and be this big, important guy. But you know what? This is a whole new world. We have a chance to make it a better world. It doesn’t have to be about some people getting over on everyone else. It can be fair to everyone.”
Albert laughed. “Everyone can be equally hungry. In a week or so, everyone can starve.”
Source: Hunger
“I'm trying to say that I think doing what you feel can't always be easy, but at least you're being true to yourself.”
Source: Taken
“I'm trying to see Olly in his darkened room when the Bundt leaps from the sill and plunges to the ground.
I gasp. Did the cake just commit suicide?”
Source: Everything, Everything
“I'm trying to stitch these scenes from a life together, I am trying to master the art of cinematic collage, but I find the material has become amorphous. I can no longer tell what is true apart from what I want to be tru anymore. It's like a movie I watched when I was high. The images shimmer somewhere in the mirky depths, I know I have watched this film before, but I can't pull up anything I would trust as real, true detail, because everything has been embellished by these years of grief, guilt and remorse. The celluloid has tarnished, it wasn't ever deemed to be worth much, it wasn't stored properly, so now the writer can't even decipher the director's name on the film can. I can no longer separate what happened on screen from the stoner wisecracks I made whilst watching it.”
Source: At Certain Points We Touch