I Quotes
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“I stood face to face with the moon and the ocean and the future that spread out with all its bewildering immensity before me.”
Source: Beach Music
“I stood for almost an hour in a line of shuffling, bitter - eyed late mailers (Christmas is such a carefree, low - pressure time - that's one of the things I love about it).”
Source: Bag of Bones
“I stood for parliament with the amazing support and help of my ex-husband, but it's not something that was handed to me like a peerage. I worked hard and was elected. So my achievements, such as they are, are my own.”
“I stood in a clearing among a stand of beech trees, leaves as red as rubies, branches black as jet. It was sunset, and shafts of richly colored sunlight struck through the delicate pillars of the tree trunks, as if through the lancet windows of a cathedral.”
Source: Bitter Greens
“I stood in a round garden with high white walls. I felt that I had seen it before, but I couldn't remember where. Trees ringed the edge of the garden; all around me were great hedges of rosebushes, blossoming in cascades of crimson, white, and red-tipped gold flowers. Overflowing petals lay spattered on the ground beneath them. The light was a liquid, living thing that swirled and eddied through the leaves, rustling them like wind. In the corner of my eye, I thought it had shaped itself into figures that stood watching with still, perilous attention-- but when I looked, they were gone.
Before me stood a dried bush, barely more than a skeleton, just a few brown leaves clinging to its twigs. On the topmost branch perched a brown-and-gray sparrow, its black eyes bright.
Thank you for the crumbs, it said.
My throat itched and stuck to itself as I swallowed. "You," I whispered. "You're the Lar of this house.”
Source: Cruel Beauty
“I stood in front of him, frustratedly imagining his naked muscular chest, and wanting his hot cock to spear me. My nipples were aroused, feeling as hard and long as coat hooks. They prodded fiercely through the thin blue material at him, like little calling signs of how horny and ready for sex I was.
The best advertisement of all: erect nipples!”
Source: Naked and Sexual
“I stood in front of the black dress, staring it down. I felt like it had taken an aggressive stance against me instead of merely hanging limply from the hanger. It was like a scene from a film noir. One of us wasn’t going to make it out alive.”
Source: The Paris Soulmate
“I stood in front of the class. I announced who I was and what I was going through. I was transparent about my situation and circumstance. I answered questions and endured criticism. Then, I took my seat in the back and remained quiet. I did not make a noise as I waited for my name to be called.”
“I stood in front of the stranger again. Now that I saw him in a lifeless state, I noticed that there was no change in the world around him after he had gone. Babies were being born on the floor above, their cries of life breaking off and floating down through the open window. Outside, trains still whizzed on by, the passengers oblivious to the tragic events that unfolded here every day. People in the next room laughed. Life went on. Life went on and the world continued to turn.”
Source: The Dream To End All Dreams
“I stood in my garden as the rain poured down, eyes closed, and when I opened them I thought to myself how I'd never seen anything more beautiful. Green flashed before my eyes; trees, leaves and grass, glittering with raindrops, the tears of angels weeping with sadness and joy; green, the colour of love, to remind me why I'm here.”
“I stood in my room. I shifted my feet on the white marble. Sunlight poured into the room like a golden waterfall. I looked behind me. The two cat statues of black onyx flanked the door. The bed was made up with a silk sheet. The water fall shower fell from the ceiling into the pool. It all was still here. The white gauze curtain swayed in the window and I grinned. I could not help but grin. I entered the balcony and looked down at the river that fell into the ravine. As always, I could jump and I would land in the pool below. I could smell the earth and the green. I could feel the wind and the spray of mist carried on the breeze like never before. It was real. I could touch it.And I knew, beyond the trees was my cottage and stream.”
Source: Broken
“I stood, in shame and confusion, seeing for the first time despite my anger a different picture of Evie in her life-long struggle to be clean and sweet. It was as if this object of frustration and desire had suddenly acquired the attributes of a person rather than a thing...”
Source: The Pyramid
“I stood in the bay window at our house and I sang Away In A Manger. It was my first time on stage, but there was nobody watching. I just remember it was so natural and it was such a secret - like masturbating. I felt like I had to wait until everybody was gone. So I guess six years old would be my most important age, 'cause in that moment, I just knew what I wanted to do.”
“I stood in the lee of an overhanging rock and thought of many things.”
“I stood in this unsheltered place, 'til I could see the face behind the face.”
“I stood in time to get knocked back into my seat by her flying hug. “I’ve missed you, too.” She clutched me tight. “Can’t...breathe.”
Releasing me, she laughed. “That’s my necklace-snake move. I clamp on and squeeze until the person passes out. Do you like it?”
“It’s very effective.”
She beamed.
“Did you invent it or—”
“Lacole taught me. She said since I’m small, my best defense in hand to hand is to clamp on and not let go.”
“Death by hug. I love it,” Janco said.
“Which explains why no one wants to date you,” Onora muttered.”
Source: Night Study
“I stood in unimaginable trance And agony that cannot be remembered.”
Source: Specimens of the Table Talk of Samuel Taylor Coleridge
“I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand.”
“I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs; A palace and a prison on each hand; I saw from out the wave of her structure's rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand: A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble pines, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles.”
Source: Delphi Complete Works of Lord Byron (Illustrated)
“I stood in your doorway this morning
dreaming you’d turn around
you’d tilt your head
you’d softly whisper ”stay”
or that you’d grab my arms
to shake me while asking
what the hell are we doing
we love
each other
and this is not right
so we will make this work
now stay!
You poured your coffee. Stirred the spoon like a crystal man
with your back to me and not a sound. the fridge humming elegies while the clock ticked on
and the streets are so clean here people rushing to work
and maybe I should be too
by now
at this age
this stage
this town.
I will stand in that doorway
dreaming
for many nights to come.”
“I stood laughing in the kitchen because for the first time since my mom had died, I saw my whole self in my grief. I embraced her and let her be what she was. I didn’t reject her life, and I didn’t reject her in mine. I allowed her to show up as the messy, heartbroken, rage-filled nut that she was...and I loved her. I was delighted by her and humored by her and honored to be in her powerful, awesome presence.”
Source: Permission to Grieve: Creating Grace, Space, & Room to Breathe in the Aftermath of Loss
“I stood like Adam in his lonely garden
On that first morning, shaken out of sleep,
Rubbing his eyes, listening, parting the leaves,
Like tissue on some vast, incredible gift.”
Source: New and Selected Poems, Volume One
“I stood lonely enough, but to that feeling of isolation I was accustomed: it did not oppress me much.”
Source: The Bronte Sisters: Three Novels: Jane Eyre; Wuthering Heights; and Agnes Grey (Penguin Classics Deluxe Edition)
“I stood looking down out of the window. The street seemed miles down. Suddenly I felt as if I'd flung myself out of the window. I could see myself lying on the pavement. Then I seemed to be standing by the body on the pavement. I was two people. Blood and brains were scattered everywhere. I knelt down and began licking up the blood and brains”
“I stood looking down through the beech trees. When I threw a stone I could count to five before the splash. Then I jumped in a rush of gold to the head, through black and cold, red and cold, brown and warm, giving water the weight and size of myself in order to imagine it, water with my bones, water with my mouth and my understanding. When my body was in some way a wave to swim in, one continuous fin from head to tail, I steered through rapids like a canoe, digging my hands in, keeping just ahead of the river.”
“I stood looking over my damaged home and tried to forget the sweetness of life on Earth.”
Source: Station Eleven: A novel
“I stood my ground. "You evil scientist are all the same--evil. Count me out." Fang and I brushed past Mr. God and walked quickly but smoothly to the exit. It was barely noon, and I'd already made a huge enemy. Dang, I'm good.”
“I stood on a rise, overlooking the plague valley. Matthew was beside me.
The last thing I remembered was crawling into my sleeping bag after the whiskey had hit me like a two-by-four to the face. Now my friend was here with me. “I’ve missed you. Are you feeling better?” How much was this vision taking out of him?
“Better.” He didn’t appear as pale. He wore a heavy coat, open over a space camp T-shirt.
“I’m so relieved to hear that, sweetheart. Why would you bring us here?”
“Power is your burden.”
I surveyed all the bodies. “I felt the weight of it when I killed these people.”
“Obstacles multiply.”
“Which ones?” A breeze soughed over the valley. “Bagmen, slavers, militia, or cannibals?”
He held up the fingers of one hand. “There are now five. The miners watch us. Plotting.”
“But miners are the same as cannibals, right?”
He shuffled his boots with irritation. “Miners, Empress.”
“Okay, okay.” I rubbed his arm. “Are you and Finn being safe?”
His brows drew together as he gazed out. “Smite and fall, mad and struck.”
I looked with him, like we were viewing a sunset, a beautiful vista. Not plague and death. “You’ve told me those words before.”
“So much for you to learn, Empress. Beware the inactivated card.”
One Arcana’s powers lay dormant—until he or she killed another player. “Who is it?”
“Don’t ask, if you ever want to know.”
Naturally, I started to ask, but he cut me off. “Do you believe I see far?” He peered down at me. “Do you believe I see an unbroken line that stretches on through eternity? Centuries ago, I told an Empress that a future incarnation of hers would live in a world of ash where nothing grew. She never believed me.”
I could imagine Phyta or the May Queen surveying verdant fields and crops, doubting the Fool.
“Now I tell you that dark days are ahead. Will you believe me?”
“I will. I do. Please tell me what will happen. How dark?”
“Darkest. Power is your burden; knowing is mine.” His expression turned pleading, his soft brown eyes imploring. “Never hate me.”
I raised my hands, cradling his face. “Even when I was so mad at you, I never hated you.”
“Remember. Matthew knows best.” He sounded like his mom—when she’d tried to drown him: Mother knows best, son.
I dropped my hands. “It scares me when you say that.”
“Do you know what you really want? I see it. I feel it. Think, Empress. See far.”
I was trying! “Help me, then. I’m ready. Help me see far!”
“All is not as it seems. What would you sacrifice? What would you endure?”
“To end the game?”
His voice grew thick as he said, “Things will happen beyond your wildest imaginings.”
“Good things?”
His eyes watered. “Good, bad, good, bad, good, good, bad, bad, good-bye. You are my friend.”
“I stood on a tower in the wet, And New Year and Old Year met, And winds were roaring and blowing: And I said, "O years, that meet in tears, Have ye aught that is worth the knowing? Science enough and exploring, Wanderers coming and going, Matter enough for deploring, But aught that is worth the knowing?”
Source: Delphi Complete Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson (Illustrated)
“I stood on my toes and stole a soft kiss from his lips. "Surprise attack," I said. Sam leaned down and kissed me back, his mouth lingering on mine, teeth grazing my lower lip, making me shiver. "Surprise attack back." "Sneaky," I said, my voice breathier than I intended.”
Source: Shiver Trilogy (Shiver, Linger, Forever)
“I stood on Susan Boone's front porch, feeling lame. But then, since I've pretty much felt lame my entire life, this was no big surprise. On the other hand, usually I felt lame for no particular reason. This time I really had a reason to feel lame.”
Source: All American Girl
“I stood on the balcony dark with mourning... hoping the earth would spread its wings in my uninhabited love.”
Source: Winter garden
“I stood on the outside of disaster, looking in.”
“I stood on the street, staring up at the most normal-looking house in the world. My house. I'd lived there my entire life. It was home. It was safe. It was haunted. The only other explanation was that I was demented. I couldn't say which I was rooting for.”
Source: The Light
“I stood slowly and deposited Rimmel beside Ivy. “Watch her,” I said.
Rimmel huffed and muttered something about not being a dog.
Then she barked.
Ivy laughed.
It probably wasn’t my best idea to have one drunk girl look after another, but I had a jaw to punch.”
Source: #Hater
“I stood staring to heaven and nothing came from there, no mercy or redemption. Whatever had come had come already and it was not sent by God. I stood, arms outstretched and empty, like a man praying but I was not praying, I was crying, because it had come to this and I had come to this place, and they were not with me... they were gone for ever.”
Source: The Professor of Truth
“I stood staring, not as yet realising that this was death leaping from man to man in that little distant crowd.”
Source: The Works of Wells
“I stood still, vision blurring, and in that moment, I heard my heart break. It was a small, clean sound, like the snapping of a flower's stem.”
Source: The Outlander Series 8-Book Bundle: Outlander, Dragonfly in Amber, Voyager, Drums of Autumn, The Fiery Cross, A Breath of Snow and Ashes, An Echo in the Bone, Written in My Own Heart's Blood
“I stood there a long while, staring at that tree.
It looked so strong
So beautiful.
Hurt right down the middle
But alive and well.
Cee touched my shoulder
Lightly.
Frank?
Yes?
Come on, brother. Let's go home.”
Source: Home
“I stood there and stared, into the sky and at the city around me. I stood, hands at my side, and I saw what had happened to me and who I was and the way things would always be for me. Truth. There was no more wishing, or wondering. I knew who I was, and what I would always do. I believed it, as my teeth touched and my eyes were overrun.”
“I stood there feeling the lightness of my bones, knowing now this was not only lack of sleep that had transformed my bones into feathers, but my body's recognition that soon I would be leaving this place I had inhabited for one year, this place made entirely of grief.”
Source: The Shape of Water
“I stood there in the doorway before you saw me and I watched you,' he said.'And I watched the other girls. And they all looked as though their faces came out of one mold. Yours didn’t.”
“I stood there in the kitchen, watching her staring across the meadow still searching for her nemesis and I thought, suddenly, that this is all our lives - this is the one fact that applies to us all, that makes us what we are, our common mortality, our common humanity. One day someone is going to come and take us away: you don't need to have been a spy, I thought, to feel like this.”
Source: Restless
“I stood there in the shadowed doorway thinking with my tears. Yes, tears can be thoughts, why not?”
“I stood there, staring at the sleeping man snoring peacefully in my bed, unaware of the intrusion. I felt like a boy trying to steal the golden goose from under a giant’s nose. Any minute now, he would wake up and he would smell the scent of my fragrant flesh. I could kill him now, fuck the consequences. But it would mess everything up if I failed. Not just for me, but I felt in some ridiculous way, Ian's hopes were tied to me as well. Rho was already creating a life for himself. How much could he possibly care about the man he lost? Out of sight, out of mind. It was still the worst kind of betrayal, the one I got from Rho. My knight had stabbed my heart, left me to bleed out. And I was supposed to just act like nothing happened. Like it didn’t feel like dying, over and over. Like it wasn’t killing me. Just as I had nothing to hold me back, when I took this road with Rho, there was nothing holding me back now, without Rho, in this world so far away from him. Even if he didn't have a clue what was going on, it still hurt that he managed to find someone so quick. It wasn’t like him. But then again, maybe I put too much faith in the people who I loved so desperately.”
Source: And then the Devil Cried: Episode Two
“I stood there, the distant noise of war coming to an end. Blood and bone scarring the earth. The dead bodies of innocent people forced into this all because of ego. What was that saying? When the rich went to war, it was the poor who died.
Fuck that. We had enough.
Though we might have won, it didn't feel like a victory.
We lost too many.
"Kovacs," Warwick spoke out loud, our link burned up for now.
He took my hand, pulling me away from Markos. We started to walk away, exactly like my vision, dead bodies lying all around us, fire burning, our boots soaked with blood. Hand in hand through the valley of death.
The Grey and The Wolf.”
Source: Shadow Lands
“I stood there, watching her. The whole world was a dream, I realized. Everyone was acting in a bad soap opera. The whole world was one big FOX TV show.”
Source: Paranoid Park
“I stood there watching Phoebe arrange the pillows and the sheets. She isn't thinking that I... I mean, she doesn't think that she and I would... WHAT?”
“I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, The air was cooling, and so very still, That the sweet buds which with a modest pride Pull droopingly, in slanting curve aside, Their scantly leaved, and finely tapering stems, Had not yet lost those starry diadems Caught from the early sobbing of the morn.”
Source: Poetry Manuscripts at Harvard
“I stood transfixed, the silence ringing in my ears. From the field of wild grasses; cocksfoot, tufted hair, wild oat, tall fescue, reed canary and perennial rye, their subtle shades of green, ochre and pink softly patching and blending in rustling movement, suddenly rose a small flock of starlings that had been feeding quietly unseen among the tall waving stems, the swish of their glossy wings startlingly loud in the stillness of midday. Heat held me captive.”