I Quotes
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“I turned to photography because I thought it was the dominant language of our culture.”
“I turned to run, but I didn't actually take a step, even though I wanted to. That wasn't the way I was raised. My mother taught me that if you knock on a door, you have to wait there until someone answers.”
Source: The Strange Library
“I turned to see his expression. When I saw that he was serious, I shot hum a dubious look. “Sleeping in between the toilet and the tub on a cold, hard tile floor with a vomiting idiot was one of your best nights? That’s sad, Trav.”
“No, sitting up with you when you’re sick and you falling asleep in my lap was one of my best night.” (…) “Thanks, Trav. I won’t make you babysit me again.”
He leaned against his pillow. “Whatever. No one can hold your hair back like I can.”
Source: Beautiful Disaster
“I turned to speak to God About the world's despair But to make bad matters worse I found God wasn't there.”
Source: The poetry of Robert Frost
“I turned to Thalia. ‘I’ll hold the flower while you beat up the thief?’
She sighed. ‘Fine. Let’s go catch this jerk.”
Source: The Demigod Files
“I turned to the clarinets. They were a resourceful lot.”
Source: Major Crush
“I turned to the courtyard and waved at Roman and the witch next to him.
"Is that his sister?" Andrea asked me.
"No." I had spoken with both of them. "I'd asked her that. Her name is Alina, she isn't his sister, and she feels deeply sorry for his sisters, because if she had to put up with being in his presence for longer than a day, she would throw herself off the nearest bridge just to end the agony."
"Well," Andrea said. "Glad she cleared that up.”
Source: Magic Breaks
“I turned to the medical profession for help in getting better. Instead, they turned me into a drug addicted sickened zombie.”
“I turned to the Partition experiences, which were churning in my mind. Then came my first novel Train to Pakistan.”
“I turned to the teeming small creatures that can be held between the thumb and forefinger: the little things that compose the foundation of our ecosystems, the little things, as I like to say, who run the world.”
“I turned to the Times crossword puzzle and asked Kate, “What’s the definition of a moderate Arab?” “I don’t know.” “A guy who ran out of ammunition.”
Source: Wild Fire: Number 4 in series
“I turned to you
on the fourth of July
and the sky was quiet.
I see the flags waving
but I promise you,
the breeze is a trick.”
Source: Swan Wreck
“I turned up my nose at yoga for years. I was a rugby player growing up. But now I know. When I'm on those long international flights, like 22 hours from L.A. to Sydney, I'll get up sometimes and do yoga in the aisle just to stretch out a little bit.”
“I turned vegetarian after 9/11. A friend of mine came back from New York and said that he couldn't stand the smell of burnt flesh. It immediately reminded me of a barbecue.”
“I turned what was a wonderful case of self-reliance into a case of self-exile. Which is not uncommon, I think, in people who grow really early and have to learn how to take care of themselves. They have trouble hinging their lives with anybody else.”
“I turned you into a stranger in order to forget you and now I'm the stranger.”
“I tweak one of my favorite recipes for chocolate mousse to match Natasha's vague description, using both rum and crème de cacao, along with a dash of coffee, to heighten the chocolate flavor. I'd originally developed the recipe with François Bardon back in Chicago as the filling to his famous chocolate charlotte, a towering confection of velvety chocolate mousse surrounded by fluffy ladyfingers, the whole thing capped off with a billowy layer of whipped cream. But for this version, I streamline the process and adjust the ratios of chocolate, cream, and eggs so that it's more in line with what Natasha's grandmother might have made.”
Source: Too Many Cooks
“I tweet because it allows me to say anything I want and sometimes people respond.”
“I tweet myself and do all the Facebook updates. It started off with me wondering whether I was showing off and I was very careful about what I wrote.”
“I tweet too much. I can't even pretend it's because I'm talking to fans.”
“I tweet when the tweet arrives. Never force a tweet or you will hurt your babymaker - and this is true of literature as well.”
“I tweet, therefore my entire life has shrunk to 140 character chunks of instant event and predigested gnomic wisdom. And swearing.”
“I Tweeted Keri Hilson the other day and she actually wrote back! I was so excited.”
“I twirl away, then back to him, staying on my toes, my hips always lightly rotating. He reacts clumsily at first, but soon the awkwardness fades away and he begins matching my movements, reflecting them in reverse. We dance like this, wrist to wrist, twirl and turn, step for step, for several more minutes. He holds my gaze, our eyes connecting at every turn, anticipating one another’s movements.
His pulse is so strong against my wrist that it echoes through me, almost like a heartbeat of my own. My skin warms; my breath catches in my throat. I know how closely I dance along the line of destruction, but I cannot pull myself away. He is intoxicating, his force of life an addiction I cannot refuse. I have not felt this alive in centuries, not since you, Habiba, when you taught me the dance of Fahradan. Ours was a dance of giddy laughter, a dance of friends, sisters, a dance of life and youth and hope.
But this dance is different.
It is not I but he who entices, reversing the ancient roles of the dance. And I resist because I must, because if I don’t, because if I give in to the all-too-human desires racing through me—then it is Aladdin who will pay the terrible price.
“Stop.” I drop my wrists and step away, and he does the same, still caught up in mirroring me. Except that he is breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling with exertion, his eyes filled with a strange, wondrous, curious look as he stares at me. He moves closer, his eyes fixed on mine, and despite myself I cannot look away.
Aladdin raises a tentative hand to my cheek. Immobile with both dread and longing, I can only stare up at him, flushing with warmth when he gently runs his hand down the side of my face. I shut my eyes, leaning into his touch just slightly, my stomach leaping. Longing. Wishing.”
Source: The Forbidden Wish
“I twirled for a moment, moonlight kissing my
shoulders.
It felt like not simply the sky, but the air, was
composed of starlight.”
Source: Peter
“I twist and pin my hair at the nape of my neck, and then stand with legs wide. It’s what Nash told me to do before speaking because men, no matter how many times they profess women are equal, prefer to take direction from bodies like theirs.”
Source: The Vestige
“I twist away, pulling her with me, and the battle begins. We roll over each other, tumbling, wrestling, tangling in the sand until my hands find her hands and my lips find her lips and then we slow. We slow and slow and slow until we move together as one.”
Source: Roar and Liv
“I twist like a flower
at the sound of your voice
But you leave the receiver
static most days
You have me growing into a dial tone
All it would take is your voice
saying my name
And I would behead myself
to be carried around on your lapel”
“I twist my fingers through his hair, press my lips to his cheek. The words tangle in my throat, being born and dying a thousand times. I love you.”
Source: The Love That Split the World
“I twisted my arm to curl him behind me and he unfolded there, the two of us snuggled like quotation marks in his room full of words.”
Source: The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer
“I twisted, studying his face. There was nothing warm in his eyes, nothing of the friend I'd made. I opened my shield enough to let him in. What? His voice floated into my mind.
I reached down the bond between us, caressing the wall of ebony adamant. A small sliver cracked- just for me. And I said into it, You are good, Rhys. You are kind. This mask does not scare me. I see you beneath it.
His hands tightened on me, and his eyes held mine as he leaned forward to brush his mouth against my cheek. It was answer enough- and... an unleashing.”
Source: A Court of Mist and Fury
“I type 40 words per minute on a normal computer with my left foot. And with two cups of coffee, I can do 53 words per minute.”
“I type 90 words per minute on the typewriter; I type 100 words per minute on the word processor. But, of course, I don't keep that up indefinitely - every once in a while I do have to think a few seconds.”
“I type a 101 words a minute. But it's in my own language.”
“I type even faster than I talk. I'm very proud of that. I type so fast. And I have to because the characters are living in real time and I've got to keep up with them. It's a miracle they even give me a royalty.”
“I type in one place, but I write all over the house.”
Source: Conversations with Toni Morrison
“I typed regret
into a search engine
and the familiar face
of Hemingway appeared.
Were his words
poured out for me
like wine waiting
for lost hearts?”
“I typically don't adopt the ascetic approach. In part, that's because I do use the Net for research even as I'm writing (to check facts, or so on). But I think it's also because I find the possibility of distraction comforting.”
“I typically don't use the distinction 'positive' and 'negative' liberty, because negative sounds bad and positive sounds good, and I don't think that the terminology ought to prejudice us one way or the other. So I think the more descriptive term is 'liberty rights' versus 'welfare rights'. So, liberty rights are freedom-of-action type rights, and welfare rights are rights-to-stuff, of various kinds...And, property rights are not rights-to-stuff. I think that's one of the key misunderstandings about property. Property rights are the rights to liberty within your jurisdiction.”
“I typically enjoy a beautiful beach destination, as I find the water and sand to be the most replenishing.”
“I typically get around to most major cities at least once a year. I think people see that as their chance to go nuts for the year if they're into the style of music.”
“I typically go for a more classic aesthetic, though I like to contrast that with bold statement pieces throughout my house.”
“I typically go overboard when I research new projects.”
“I typically have a martini.”
“I typically like to train with the mentality of a high-performance athlete. I put in the work and do what it takes to be successful. A typical workout routine consists of sprint-based training combined with strength moves two days a week. Along with the balance of total-body workouts that challenge my core and shape my body twice weekly.”
“I typically start out almost every speech I give making some kind of joke about me being in a wheelchair.”
“I typically will work on a lyric in a three-ring binder. On the right side, I'll write the lyric, and on the left side, I put in alternate things...and things that might be alternates or improvements. I'll turn the page and do it again. I'll turn the page and do it again, or incorporate the improvements. Eventually, I end up with some material, and often it needs to be ordered.”
“I, uh, didn't mean to upset everyone."
"Didn't you though?" he spoke softly. "You seem to have a habit of coming in like a storm and leaving a path of destruction and confusion in your wake.”
Source: The Silver Siren
“I ultimately decided that I couldn't beat it more than three times a day, (I) was just too drained and chapped. That's what Radiohead is about. You're just drained and chapped, down there.”
“I ultimately decided to hold my tongue and settle instead for the comfort of ignorance. Not knowing the truth, I retained hope, and that hope I held like a smooth warm stone against my heart.”
Source: Princess Ben