I Quotes
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“I sit for two or three hours and then in 15 minutes I can do a painting, but that's part of it. You have to get ready and decide to jump up and do it; you build yourself up psychologically, and so painting has no time for brush. Brush is boring, you give it and all of a sudden it's dry, you have to go. Before you cut the thought, you know?”
“I sit for what feels like a long time, knowing that when I close the lid on the box, I'll be doing the same thing to Jack, and to the girl I was when I loved him. Maybe my mom is right—maybe it won't be forever—but for now I'm accepting the fact that it could be. I'll walk away knowing I've given him all my bests. Now I've got nothing left.
I put the lid on the box and cover it with dirt until it disappears. I wipe the dust from my hands. A clean slate.”
Source: All My Bests
“I sit here before you trying to figure out how to pay a tax debt? If that's not like enough to slavery, I don't know.”
“I sit here, day after day, waiting for release. Waiting for death. Because I know when my heart no longer beats, my beloved will be waiting for me, and we will howl together in the stars.”
Source: Wolfsong
“I sit here drunk now. I am a series of small victories and large defeats and I am as amazed as any other that I have gotten from there to here without committing murder or being murdered; without having ended up in the madhouse. as I drink alone again tonight my soul despite all the past agony thanks all the gods who were not there for me then.”
“I sit here in this chair, I pour myself some whiskey, and watch my troubles vanish into the air.”
“I sit in front of the notebook and feel like it’s just too late for me. And that this book isn’t working, nothing’s working, everything feels like it’s made of spiders.”
Source: Growing Gills: How to Find Creative Focus When You’re Drowning in Your Daily Life
“I sit in grief, knowing that his death is a foreshadowing of my own.
I think, We know it will happen to us.
But somehow, we believe we can be lucky.
We don’t realize that we are lucky.
We are still here.”
Source: Clandestine: A Classic Book of Poetry
“I sit in meditation…and soon all sounds, and all one sees and feels, take on imminence, an immanence, as if the Universe were coming to attention, a Universe of which one is the center, a Universe that is not the same yet not different from oneself: within man as within mountains there are many parts of hydrogen and oxygen, of calcium, phosphorus, potassium, and other elements. ‘You never enjoy the world aright, till the Sea itself flows in your veins, till you are clothed with the heavens, and crowned with the stars…’(Thomas Traherne, Centuries of Meditation)
The secret of the mountains is that the mountains simply exist, as I do myself: the mountains exist simply, which I do not. The mountains have no ‘meaning,’ they are meaning; the mountains are. The sun is round. I ring with life, and the mountains ring, and when I can hear it, there is a ringing that we share.”
Source: The Snow Leopard
“I sit in my garden, gazing upon a beauty that cannot gaze upon itself. And I find sufficient purpose for my day.”
“I sit in my loft with the haves and look out at the have-nots - the bottom of the bottom - and I have to rationalize it, ... Am I pushing out the homeless?”
“I sit in my new room and write everything down. My heart never stops talking.”
Source: Of love and life: three novels selected and condensed by Reader's Digest
“I sit in my tree I sing like the birds My beak is my pen My songs are my poems.”
“I sit in one of the dives
On Fifty-second Street
Uncertain and afraid
As the clever hopes expire
Of a low dishonest decade”
“I sit in places like Costa Coffee in Banstead and write rubbish. I need a deadline. I think about the 44 tour dates and keep imagining standing in front of all these people. Then every day I write 15 jokes minimum.”
“I sit in the car, staring up at the big corporate beast of a hotel where everyone from prime ministers, presidents, pop stars and the red carpet parade had fucked, pissed, slept and golfed away our taxes and respect. I would need to strap on a pair before I enter.”
Source: Untethered
“I sit in the dark and wait for a little flame to appear at the end of my pencil.”
“I sit in the dark. And it would be hard to figure out
which is worse; the dark inside, or the darkness out.”
“I sit in the field, just waiting for the rain again,
with patience, yet without an ounce of stress,
I wait to have the heart that’s my refrain,
the heart which heals me without to poison press…”
Source: На чист Български...: Pristine Bulgarian sayings...
“I sit in the Senate, and see what Republicans are often advocating, it's those kind of tax loopholes for the richest of the rich or, frankly, for corporations and giving incentives for them to move jobs and opportunity overseas.”
“I sit in the sink (while applying makeup). I do. I've broken more sinks...I sit in the sink, on top of a big square sink in my bathroom with my feet in the basin so I'm very close to the mirror with the good light, and I'm very comfortable. I also manage to put my two phones in the sink so that nothing, but nothing, could get me out of there.”
“I sit in the sky like a sphinx misunderstood; My heart of snow is wed to the whiteness of swans; I hate the movement that displaces the rigid lines, With lips untaught neither tears nor laughter do I know.”
“I sit in the top of the wood, my eyes closed. Inaction, no falsifying dream Between my hooked head and hooked feet: Or in sleep rehearse perfect kills and eat.”
Source: A Ted Hughes Bestiary: Selected Poems
“I sit in thy shadow but not alone.”
“I sit now, as I have before, with the question of balance,
balance between
hanging on (planning, setting goals and expectations)
and letting go (complete presence, in the moment, no attachment
to any one way).
Do they have to be in contradiction?
Yes.
Can they be contradictory co-existing realities?
Yes, yes, definitely.
But only only only
when we balance them through fullness,
allowing them to co-exist,
letting the plans and goals in deeply,
but not clutching them for dear life,
and allowing the results of the process
to be what they are,
as they continue to affect the plans and goals,
and us...
And so begin again
again again
hold on again
let go again
again again
all at the same time.”
“I sit on a man's back, choking him and making him carry me, and yet assure myself and others that I am very sorry for him and wish to ease his lot by all possible means - except by getting off his back.”
“I sit on a rock and watch children playing
in the park below
They don't see me
Or know my thoughts
Or that you haven't called
But I forgive them their indifference today
Above me a crow caws
Perhaps he smells the crumbs on my dress
Or my anger
But he flits away over the trees
Probably has a home
Probably has a wife
Probably knew to call
The children leave
The coffee in my can turns cold
The wind nips at me
Some street lights flicker on
But I won't move
Not yet
I will wait for the night to chase me
Back where I came from
Up the empty street
To a quiet house”
Source: Years: a book of tiny poetry
“I sit on hard chairs — soft ones spread the hips. Unlike Oscar Levant, who said he never stood when he could sit and never sat when he could lie down, I stand and walk as much as I can. I don’t think any of us walk enough, especially those of us who have desk work to do. When the work is done, the day is gone, and we take the shortest (sitting-down) route home. A walk before bedtime is the best cure for insomnia as well as a way of getting a little more exercise.”
Source: My Way of Life
“I sit on my bed and think about Nader McMillan and wonder what I’m going to do. Ignore him. Stand up to him. Avoid him. Be “tough.” I think of the stuff Dad has said over the years. How he finally gave up suggesting things. Why are you asking me this? I never figured out what to do about my own bullies. How am I supposed to know what to do with yours?”
Source: Everybody Sees the Ants
“I sit on my duff, smoke cigarettes and watch TV. I'm not exactly a poster girl for healthy living.”
“I sit on the bed and kick off my shoes, and he kneels before me and takes the riding boots, holding one open for my bare foot. I hesitate; it is such an intimate gesture between a young woman and a man. His smiling upward glance tells me that he understands my hesitation but is ignoring it. I point my toe and he holds the boot, I slide my foot in and he pulls the boot over my calf. He takes the soft leather ties and fastens the boot, at my ankle, then at my calf, and then just below my knee. He looks up at me, his hand gently on my toe. I can feel the warmth of his hand through the soft leather. I imagine my toes curling in pleasure at his touch.
‘Anne, will you marry me?’ he asks simply, as he kneels before me.”
Source: The Kingmaker's Daughter
“I sit on the couch watching her arrange her long red hair before my bedroom mirror. she pulls her hair up and piles it on top of her head- she lets her eyes look at my eyes- then she drops her hair and lets it fall down in front of her face. we go to bed and I hold her speechlessly from the back my arm around her neck I touch her wrists and hands feel up to her elbows no further.”
Source: The Pleasures of the Damned: Selected Poems 1951-1993
“I sit on the damn iron seat when I must. Does that mean I don't have the same hungers as other men? A bit of wine now and again, a girl squealing in bed, the feel of a horse between my legs? Seven hells, Ned, I want to hit someone.”
Source: A Game of Thrones
“I sit on the precipice of my creative sensibilities staring over and out into a wide expanse of sparkling madness and sometimes envy those who simply fall into it and let everything else go. I suppose that’s what writing poetry is for.”
Source: Splendid Literarium: A Treasury of Stories, Aphorisms, Poems, and Essays
“I sit on the steps in the heat of the sun and listen as one by one these car alarms extinguish themselves until once more only the muted roar of the city is audible, and the city, bathed in sunlight, once again resumes dreaming its collective dream. Cars roll down the city's roads, plants grow from its soil, wealth is generated in its rooms, hope is created and lost and recreated in the minds and souls of its inhabitants, and the city continues its dream and searches for those ideas that will make it strong.”
Source: Shampoo Planet
“I sit quietly and repeat my mantra until I'm in a meditative state, taking it all in but not focusing on any one thing.”
“I sit quietly and think about my mom. It's funny how memory erodes, If all I had to work from were my childhood memories, my knowledge of my mother would be faded and soft, with a few sharp memories standing out.”
“I sit there and think how it isn't fair that I can't drink at all, even a little. I realize I have crammed an entire lifetime of moderate drinking into a decade of hard-core drinking and that is why. I blew my wad.”
Source: Dry: A Memoir
“I sit there bloodless
And my lust, too
It rings”
Source: Rome: Poems
“I sit there in my bed staring at the wall, feeling happy, enjoying the way the wall looks, how pink and how white it is. Pink and white, as far as I’m concerned, have never looked quite so pink and white before.”
Source: Prozac Nation: Young and Depressed in America
“I sit there in total silence. It's always interesting to leave Europeans in silence. For them it's a vacuum in which the tension grows and converges toward the intolerable.”
Source: Smilla's Sense of Snow
“I sit there. My breasts press against the cotton of my chemise; my thighs burn under my petticoat. I am conscious of my throat, my earlobes, my pulsing blood. My body is throbbing but this is because I have a fever. This is why I am aching, why I am both heavy and featherlight.
The painter works. His eyes flick to me and back to his canvas. As he paints I feel his brush stroking my skin....
I am in bed with my sisters. I keep my eyes squeezed shut because I know he's sitting there, watching me. His red tongue flicks over his teeth. If I open my eyes the wolf will be there, sitting on his haunches beside my bed. My heart squeezes. I mutter my rosary... Holy Mary, Mother of God... I can feel his hot, meaty breath on my face. My hands cupping my budded breasts. I mutter faster, willing him to move closer.”
Source: Tulip Fever
“I sit there thinking about how much courage it takes to live an ordinary life.”
Source: Let The Great World Spin
“I sit, tired of reading. I am sick of books. I can't tell where I leave off and the books begin. I'm nobody. I'm a polluted nothing. A confessed sin, an open door, the clutterer in the clutter.”
Source: Truck
“I sit up and stare with eyes closed, perceiving the infinity of this dimension, so grateful to experience this, comfortable with the idea of this journey either ending shortly or continuing forever.”
Source: Ayahuasca: An Executive's Enlightenment
“I sit up, edge over close to my window, and push it open, slipping one leg in, then the next, turning back to Jase. “Come on.”
His smile flashes in the gathering dark as his eyebrows lift, but he climbs carefully in as I lock my bedroom door.
“Be still,” I tell him. “Now I’m going to learn all about you.”
Source: My Life Next Door
“I sit up in bed and watch her fiddle about in the back of my wardrobe. I think she's got a plan. That's what's good about Zoey. She'd better hurry up though, because I'm starting to think of things like carrots. And air. And ducks. And pear trees. Velvet and silk. Lakes. I'm going to miss ice. And the sofa. And the lounge. And the way Cal loves magic tricks. And white things- milk, snow, swans.”
Source: Before I Die
“I sit up in bed slowly, feeling the disappointment trickle away like puddles after a rain shower.”
Source: The End Of Mr. Y
“I sit up straight and do the first thing a person is supposed to do in an emergency, which is send a text message.”
Source: Mr Penumbra's 24-hour Bookstore
“I sit waiting for things that I can't refuse.”