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“I went with my very being toward language.”
“I went without health insurance until 'Roger & Me,' basically - from about age 20 till about age 35. With 'Roger & Me,' I joined the Directors Guild and the Writers Guild, and since then I've had excellent health care managed by the union.”
“I went, and my first interview was with René Obermann, who was the CEO of Deutsche Telekom at the time - wonderful guy. And right after hello, I told him that it was my opinion that he could only fail one way in the US. I said, "Do exactly what you're doing - nothing."”
“I wept as I remembered how often you and I had tired the sun with talking and sent him down the sky.”
“I wept because from now on I will weep less. I wept because I have lost my pain and I am not yet accustomed to its absence.”
Source: Henry and June: From the Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin
“I wept because I was re-experiencing the enthusiasm of my childhood; I was once again a child, and nothing in the world could cause me harm.”
Source: The diary of a magus
“I wept bitterly, surrendering momentarily to my fear and heartbroken confusion, but slowly I began to quiet a bit, as Jamie stroked my neck and back, offering me the comfort of his broad, warm chest. My sobs lessened and I began to calm myself, leaning tiredly into the curve of his shoulder. No wonder he was so good with horses, I thought blearily, feeling his fingers rubbing gently behind my ears, listening to the soothing, incomprehensible speech. If I were a horse, I'd let him ride me anywhere.”
“I wept for him while he was still alive to know it”
“I wept for hours. For myself, for Tamlin, for the fact that I should be dead and had somehow survived. I cried for everything I'd lost, every injury I'd ever received, every wound- physical or otherwise. I cried for that trivial part of me, once so full of colour and light- now hollow and dark and empty.
I couldn't stop. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't beat her. She won today and she had known it.
She'd won; it was only by cheating that I'd survived. Tamlin would never be free, and I would perish in the most awful of ways. I couldn't read- I was an ignorant fool. My shortcomings had caught up with me, and this place would become my tomb. I would never paint again; never see the sun again.
The walls closed in- the ceiling dropped. I wanted to be crushed; I wanted to be snuffed out. Everything converged, squeezing inward, sucking out air. I was grasping for my body, but it hurt too much each time I tried to maintain the connection. All I had wanted- all I had dared want, was a life that was quiet, easy. Nothing more than that. Nothing extraordinary. But now... now...”
Source: A Court of Thorns and Roses
“I wept for relationships not possible due to denial and dreams locked in the back of people’s minds, all of the bits of life that lay dormant until the babblings of televisions and nursing homes sweep them away. It makes me wonder how many of the dreams we had originally have already been forgotten.”
Source: Unnatural Truth
“I wept for the loss of my innocence, for the erosion of my faith in marriage, for the uncertainty of a future that depended solely on me.”
Source: Rewriting My Happily Ever After: A Memoir of Divorce and Discovery
“I wept heartily over this poor little deceased soul. It was the first sentient being I had ever killed. I was now a killer. I was now as guilty as Cain. I was sixteen years old, a harmless boy, bookish and religious, and now I had blood on my hands. It's a terrible burden to carry. All sentient life is sacred.”
Source: Life of Pi (Illustrated): Deluxe Illustrated Edition
“I wept like a child. It was not because I was overcome at having survived my ordeal, though I was. Nor was it the presence of my brothers and sisters, though that too was very moving. I was weeping because ....fill in the blank with whatever/whoever helped you survive... had left me so unceremoniously.”
“I wept not — so to stone I grew within.”
“I wept to think that life went on even when so much had been lost, that rain still fell and myrtle grew between the rocks.”
Source: The Dovekeepers
“I wept when I was borne, and every day shewes why.
[I wept when I was born and every day explains why.]”
“I wept when the muse Ulla bent over me. Blinded by tears I could not prevent her from kissing me, I could not prevent the Muse from giving me that terrible kiss. All of you who have ever been kissed by the Muse will surely understand that Oskar, once branded by that kiss, was condemned to take back the drum he had rejected years before, the drum he had buried in the sand of Sapse Cemetery.”
“I wept with relief that I would not have to live with the burden of his death. But lodged in my gratitude, I felt a bright thorn of resentment. I wept with rage that I would have to live at all.”
Source: Siege and Storm
“I were an Arab leader, I would never sign an agreement with Israel. It is normal; we have taken their country. It is true God promised it to us, but how could that interest them? Our God is not theirs. There has been anti-Semitism, the Nazis, Hitler, Auschwitz, but was that their fault? They see but one thing: we have come and we have stolen their country. Why would they accept that?”
“I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion.”
“I were but little happy could I say as much.”
“I weren't an actor, I'd be a wildlife biologist or forest ranger.”
“I… What are you doing " Mircea had run a hand through his waterfall of hair and now he was sliding those beautifully shaped hands down his chest to glide over his nipples. His torso was hairless and perfectly sculpted with toned muscles and a long waist. He followed the lines of his flat stomach to the low-slung border of his only remaining garment. His fingers lingered there sliding along that insubstantial barrier teasingly drawing my eyes to the line of dark hair that started below his navel and disappeared beneath the black silk. It was startling against the pale perfection of his skin and except for the faint pink of his
nipples gave the only color to his upper body.
"Doing dulceaţă " he asked innocently. "I am trying my best to seduce you.”
Source: Touch the Dark
“I… What are you saying, Zsadist?" she stammered, even though she'd heard every word.
He glanced back down at the pencil in his hand and then turned to the table. Flipping the spiral notebook to a new page, he bent way over and labored on top of the paper for quite a while. Then he ripped the sheet free.
His hand was shaking as he held it out. "It's messy."
Bella took the paper. In a child's uneven block letters there were three words: I LOVE YOU
Her lips flattened tight as her eyes stung. The handwriting got wavy and then disappeared.
"Maybe you can't read it," he said in a small voice. "I can do it over."
She shook her head. "I can read it just fine. It's… beautiful."
"I don't expect anything back. I mean… I know that you don't… feel that for me anymore. But I wanted you to know. It's important that you knew.”
Source: Lover Awakened
“I . . . what . . . no,' I stammer. 'No. We’re just friends. I like her as a friend now. That’s all.' 'Right, except that we’re friends,' Taylor says. 'And you have no problem juggling being friends with us and everything else you do. Sure, we became friends a long time ago and circumstances were different, but you were so undone by Amira, you made her enemy number one.' 'And, for all your concerns about her distracting you from your goals, you’ve still ended up spending the majority of these last three years with that girl living in your mind rent-free,' Kerry adds. 'Plus, you know what they say. There’s a thin line between hate and love.' Taylor nods in agreement. Meanwhile, I feel like my head is going to explode. It’s one thing when the possibility crosses my mind, as a total hypothetical, of course, but it’s another thing entirely to hear it from my two best friends. 'Oh my God.' I bring my hands up, covering my face. 'Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God.' 'Yeah, girl,' Kerry says, patting my back gently. 'You’re in trouble now.”
Source: If We Were a Movie
“I. What value is to be attached to the theory that Eve sprang, not from Adam's rib, but from a tumour in the fat of his leg (arse?).
2. Did the serpent crawl or, as Comestor affirms, walk upright?
3. Did Mary conceive through the ear, as Augustine and Adobard assert?
4. How much longer are we to hang about waiting for the antechrist?
5. Does it really matter which hand is employed to absterge the podex?
6. What is one to think of the Irish oath sworn by the natives with the right hand on the relics of the saints and the left on the v i r ile member?
7. Does nature observe the sabbath?
8. Is it true that the devils do not feel the pains of hell?
9. The algebraic theology of Craig. What is one to think of this?
10. Is it true that the infant Saint-Roch n:fused suck on Wed nesdays and Fridays?
II. What is one to think of the excommunication of vermin in t he sixteenth century?
12. Is one to approve of the Italian cobbler Lovat who, having cut off his testicles, crucified himself. 13. What was God doing with himself before the creation?
14. Might not the beatific vision become a source of boredom, in the long run?
15. Is it true that Judas' torments are suspended on Saturdays?
16. What if the mass for the dead were read over the living? And I recited the pretty quietist Pater, Our Father who art no more in heaven than on earth or in hell, I neither want nor desire that thy name be hallowed, thou knowest best what suits thee. Etc. The middle and the end are very pretty. It was in this frivolous and charming world that I took refuge, when my cup ran over. But I asked myself other questions concerning me perhaps more c!osely. As for example.
1. Why had I not borrowed a few shillings from Gaber?
2. Why had I obeyed the order to go home?
3. What had become of Molloy?
4. Same question for me.
5. What would become of me?
6. Same question for my son.
7. Was his mother in heaven?
8. Same question for my mother.
9. Would I go to heaven ?
10. Would we all meet again in heaven one day, I. my mother, my son. his mother, Youdi, Gaber. Molloy, his mother, Yerk, Murphy, Watt, Camier and the rest?
11. What had become of my hens. my bees? Was my grey hen still living?
12. Zulu, the Elsner sisters, were they still living?
13. Was Youdi's business address still 8, Acacia Square? What if I wrote to him? What if I went to see him? I would explain to him. What would I explain to him? I would crave his forgive ness. Forgiveness for what?
14. Was not the winter exceptionally severe?
15. How long had I gone now without either confession or communion?
16. What was the name of the martyr who, being in prison, loaded with chains, covered with wounds and vermin. unable to stir, celebrated the consecration on his stomach and gave himself absolution?
17. What would I do until my death? Was there no means of hastening this, without falling into a state of sin? But before I launch my body properly so-called across these icy. then. with the thaw, muddy solitudes. I wish to say that I often thought of my bees, more often than of my hens. and God knows I thought often of my hens. And I thought above all of their dance, for my bees danced, oh not as men dance, to amuse themselves. but in a different way”
“I. What value is to be attached to the theory that Eve sprang, not from Adam's rib, but from a tumour in the fat of his leg (arse?).
2. Did the serpent crawl or, as Comestor affirms, walk upright?
3. Did Mary conceive through the ear, as Augustine and Adobard assert?
4. How much longer are we to hang about waiting for the antechrist?
5. Does it really matter which hand is employed to absterge the podex?
6. What is one to think of the Irish oath sworn by the natives with the right hand on the relics of the saints and the left on the v i r ile member?
7. Does nature observe the sabbath?
8. Is it true that the devils do not feel the pains of hell?
9. The algebraic theology of Craig. What is one to think of this?
10. Is it true that the infant Saint-Roch refused suck on Wednesdays and Fridays? II. What is one to think of the excommunication of vermin in t he sixteenth century?
12. Is one to approve of the Italian cobbler Lovat who, having
cut off his testicles, crucified himself.
13. What was God doing with himself before the creation?
14. Might not the beatific vision become a source of boredom, in the long run?
15. Is it true that Judas' torments are suspended on Saturdays?
16. What if the mass for the dead were read over the living? And I recited the pretty quietist Pater, Our Father who art no more in heaven than on earth or in hell, I neither want nor desire that thy name be hallowed, thou knowest best what suits thee. Etc. The middle and the end are very pretty. It was in this frivolous and charming world that I took refuge, when my cup ran over. But I asked myself other questions concerning me perhaps more c!osely.
As for example.
1. Why had I not borrowed a few shillings from Gaber?
2. Why had I obeyed the order to go home?
3. What had become of Molloy?
4. Same question for me.
5. What would become of me?
6. Same question for my son.
7. Was his mother in heaven?
8. Same question for my mother.
9. Would I go to heaven ?
10. Would we all meet again in heaven one day, I. my mother, my son. his mother, Youdi, Gaber. Molloy, his mother, Yerk, Murphy, Watt, Camier and the rest?
11. What had become of my hens. my bees? Was my grey hen still living?
12. Zulu, the Elsner sisters, were they still living?
13. Was Youdi's business address still 8, Acacia Square? What if I wrote to him? What if I went to see him? I would explain to him. What would I explain to him? I would crave his forgive ness. Forgiveness for what?
14. Was not the winter exceptionally severe?
15. How long had I gone now without either confession or communion?
16. What was the name of the martyr who, being in prison, loaded with chains, covered with wounds and vermin. unable to stir, celebrated the consecration on his stomach and gave himself absolution?
17. What would I do until my death? Was there no means of hastening this, without falling into a state of sin? But before I launch my body properly so-called across these icy. then. with the thaw, muddy solitudes. I wish to say that I often thought of my bees, more often than of my hens. and God knows I thought often of my hemore c!osely. As for example.
1. Why had I not borrowed a few shillings from Gaber?
2. Why had I obeyed the order to go home?
3. What had become of Molloy?
4. Same question for me.
5. What would become of me?
6. Same question for my son.
7. Was his mother in heaven?
8. Same question for my mother.
9. Would I go to heaven ? 10. Would we all meet again in heaven one day, I. my mother, my son. his mother, Youdi, Gaber. Molloy, his mother, Yerk, Murphy, Watt, Camier and the rest?
11. What had become of my hens. my bees? Was my grey hen still living?
12. Zulu, the Elsner sisters, were they still living?
13. Was Youdi's business address still 8, Acacia Square? What if I wrote to him? What if I went to see him? I would explain to him. What would I explain to him? I would crave his forgive ness. Forgiveness for what?”
“I wheeled and dealed with leaders from all over the world on behalf of the American people. In fact, my favorite headline from Washington Speaks magazine was “She Walks, She Talks, She Negotiates”.”
Source: The Most Popular President Who Ever Lived [So Far]
“I, when I could not find what I was in need of, had to fashion it for myself, counterfeiting it or imagining it (and what poet or writer has ever done anything else, and what other purpose can all the art in the world possibly have?)”
Source: Human, All Too Human: A Book for Free Spirits
“I while away my time wishing I were someone else when simply being me is the most magnificent thing I could ever wish to do.”
Source: Flecks of Gold on a Path of Stone: Simple Truths for Profound Living
“I, while the gods laugh, the world's vortex am;
Maelström of passions in that hidden sea
Whose waves of all-time lap the coasts of me;
And in small compass the dark waters cram.
- I, While the Gods Laugh, the World's Vortex Am”
Source: Collected Poems
“I while yet a youth wrote in a quite large volume three books of magical things, which I called De occulta philosophia, in which whatever was then erroneous because of my curious youth, now, more cautious, I wish to retract by this recantation, for formerly I spent much time and goods on these vanities.”
Source: The Devil's Doctor: Paracelsus and the World of Renaissance Magic and Science
“I whimpered, biting my lip. "I'm here, I'm here, I'm here," i whispered. Because I was and there was no way out.”
Source: Binti
“I whirled and locked gazes with him, shucked my pride, doffed my prickly alpha stubbornness and said, You are my world, Jericho Barrons. Not him. Never him.”
Source: Feversong
“I whirled around and saw no one. No psychotic mad scientists, anyway. "Jackpot, Max! Jackpot!" It was was Fang, and he was giggling hysterically. For those of you just joining us, Fang doesn't giggle. Especially hysterically. So for a second, this seemed like one of the weirder dreams of recent days.”
“I whirled around. “It wasn’t just a kiss,” I said. I was getting really mad. “Maybe that’s how you wanted it to look, like it was just a kiss. But you and I both know what it really was: A media event. And one that you’ve been planning since you saw me in the Post. Well, thank you, Josh, but I can get my own publicity. I don’t need you.”
Source: The Princess Diaries
“I whisper and you close your eyes. I speak and you turn away. If I scream, will you finally hear me beg you to hold me close to you, promise you'll never let go?”
Source: Tricks
“I whisper like the sea in the horse's ear.”
Source: The Scorpio Races
“I whisper my secrets to the wind,
I don't trust humans.”
“I whisper, “What do I need?”
“Release.”
That one word scrapes across my nerves and lights me on fire.
His deep voice dances on the air, murmuring hotly, “You need someone who will take all of your thoughts and responsibilities away from you, who lets you be free to just feel.”
Suddenly, his hands are on my waist and he’s pulling me onto his lap and I’m straddling his thigh and his hands are in my hair and his lips are on mine…
And the world stops.”
Source: Sir: The Awakening
“I whisper your name, Ty. I whisper the most important thing:
I love you. I love you. I love you.
Livvy”
Source: Queen of Air and Darkness
“I whispered into the secret, dark corners of her soul that I could fulfil everything she ever craved — every hidden fantasy, every forbidden desire.”
Source: Where the Dark Knelt
“I whispered to Dad during Rosh Hashanah services, "Do you believe in God?" "Not really," he said. "No." "Then why do we come here?" He sucked thoughfully on his Tums tablet and put his arm around me, draping me under his musty woolen prayer shawl, and then shrugged. "I've been wrong before," he said. And that pretty much summed up what theology there was to find in the Foxman home.”
“I whispered to him,
You'll regret it if you let me go.
I don't wait for a man, if he's not willing to grow'
He didn't believe me, he made his choice
&
That was the last time, he ever heard my voice.”
“I whispered to Jas, "I hope they haven't got a cat," and she said, "Don't you mean a dog?" and I said, "Have you met Angus?”
Source: Angus, Thongs and Full-Frontal Snogging
“I whispered to my heart “Is everything meaningless?”
“It doesn’t really matter,” It smiled. “Nothing matters.”
Source: I Am The Architect of My Own Destruction
“I whispered to my mind self with my maddened joy—the precious feelings emitted from the furnace of solitude,and those steps I ever had searched since my isolation on this doomed Earth.”
Source: The Bell Ringing Woman: A Blue Bell of Inspiration
“I whispered to the lurking dark behind me, 'What is your price?'
...
Company. Send me company.
I opened my mouth, but them said, 'To- eat?'
A laugh that made my skin crawl. To tell me of life.
...
'It's a bargain,' I breathed. The skin along my left forearm tingled. The thing behind me... I could have sworn I felt it smile.”
Source: A Court of Wings and Ruin
“I whispered, 'I am too young,' and then, 'I am old enough'; wherefore I threw a penny to find out if I might love.”
Source: The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats
“I whistled a great deal in those days”
Source: Art Young: His Life and Times