I Quotes
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“Iactura paucourm serva multos.”
Source: Deception Point
“Iadul durează o oră și trei sferturi. Cartea de față la fel.”
Source: Windows on the World
“Iago is the dominant trance state of our planet. It influences our relationships, our sexuality, our parenting, and our attempts to relax. It permeates corporate business, international politics, and our economic system.”
Source: The Translucent Revolution: How People Just Like You Are Waking Up and Changing the World
“Iago’s treatment of Othello conforms to Bacon’s definition of scientific enquiry as putting Nature to the Question. If a member of the audience were to interrupt the play and ask him: "What are you doing? could not Iago answer with a boyish giggle, "Nothing. I’m only trying to find out what Othello is really like"? And we must admit that his experiment is highly successful. By the end of the play he does know the scientific truth about the object to which he has reduced Othello. That is what makes his parting shot, What you know, you know, so terrifying for, by then, Othello has become a thing, incapable of knowing anything.
And why shouldn’t Iago do this? After all, he has certainly acquired knowledge. What makes it impossible for us to condemn him self-righteously is that, in our culture, we have all accepted the notion that the right to know is absolute and unlimited. […] We are quite prepared to admit that, while food and sex are good in themselves, an uncontrolled pursuit of either is not, but it is difficult for us to believe that intellectual curiosity is a desire like any other, and to realize that correct knowledge and truth are not identical. To apply a categorical imperative to knowing, so that, instead of asking, "What can I know?" we ask, "What, at this moment, am I meant to know?" – to entertain the possibility that the only knowledge which can be true for us is the knowledge we can live up to – that seems to all of us crazy and almost immoral. But, in that case, who are we to say to Iago – "No, you mustn’t.”
Source: The Dyer's Hand and Other Essays
“Iago's soliloquy - the motive-hunting of a motiveless malignity - how awful it is!”
“IAGO: She that was ever fair and never proud, Had tongue at will and yet was never loud, Never lack'd gold and yet went never gay, Fled from her wish and yet said 'Now I may,' She that being anger'd, her revenge being nigh, Bade her wrong stay and her displeasure fly, She that in wisdom never was so frail To change the cod's head for the salmon's tail; She that could think and ne'er disclose her mind, See suitors following and not look behind, She was a wight, if ever such wight were,-- DESDEMONA: To do what? IAGO: To suckle fools and chronicle small beer.”
“Iain didn't go back to sleep for a long while. He continued to think about all the logical reasons he would never allow himself to be turned into a lovesick weakling like Patrick, and when he finally fell asleep, he had convinced himself that he would distance his heart from his mind. He dreamed about her.”
Source: The Secret
“Iain Dowie famously coined the phrase 'bouncebackability' to describe Crystal Palace's ability to come from behind. But this is a typical manager's idea, so optimistic. What fans are interested in is 'throwawayability': which teams toss away hard-earned leads? Now we know that 'throwawayability' exists because we proved last season that 'bouncebackability' exists (although, hilariously, Palace don't have it) and 'throw-awayability' is the flip side of it.”
“Iain MacGregor,” she whispered longingly, looking up. The woods were quiet. Strips of moonlight shone through tree limbs that reached like surreal black fingertips across her vision. A single tear slid down her cheek. She touched her mouth, imagining his kiss.
Taking a small pocket knife out of her cargo pants, she looked about. A mystic had once told her that if she left pieces of herself around while she lived, it would expand her haunting territory when she died. Jane wasn’t sure she believed in sideshow magic tricks—or the Old Magick as the mystic had spelled it on her sign. She had no idea what had possessed her to talk to the palm reader and ask about ghosts. Still, just in case, she was leaving her stamp all over the woods.
She cut her palm and pressed it to a nearby tree under a branch. Holding the wound to the rough bark stung at first, but then it made her feel better. This forest wouldn’t be a bad eternity.
The sound of running feet erupted behind her and she stiffened. No one ever came out here at night. She’d walked the woods hundreds of times. Her mind instantly went to the creepy girl ghosts chanting by the stream.
“Whoohoo!”
Jane whipped around, startled as a streak of naked flesh sprinted past her. The Scottish voice was met with loud cheers from those who followed him. “Water’s this way, lads, or my name isn’t Raibeart MacGregor, King of the Highlands!”
Another naked man dashed through the forest after him. “It smells of freedom.”
Jane stayed hidden in the branches, undetected, with her hand pressed to the bark.
“Aye, freedom from your proper Cait,” Raibeart answered, his voice coming through the dark where he’d disappeared into the trees.
“Murdoch, stop him before he reaches town. Cait will not teleport ya out of jail again,” a third man yelled, not running quite so fast. “Raibeart, ya are goin’ the wrong way!”
“Och, Angus, my Cait canna live without me,” Murdoch, the second streaker, answered. “She’ll always come to my rescue.”
“I said stop him, Murdoch, we’re new to this place.” Angus skidded to a stop and lifted his jaw, as if sensing he was being watched. He looked in her direction and instantly covered his manhood as his eyes caught Jane’s shocked face in the tree limbs. “Oh, lassie.”
“Oh, naked man,” Jane teased before she could stop herself.
“That I am,” Angus answered, “but there is an explanation for it.”
“I don’t think some things need explained,” Jane said.”
Source: Spellbound
“Iain's gaze went back and forth between Gillian and Brodick. "Father Laggan's back," he remarked. "And there's another, younger priest named Stevens with him." "Why are you telling me this?" Brodick asked. "I just wanted you to know there are two priests available," Iain explained with a meaningful glance at Gillian.”
Source: Ransom
“Iako ne vidim da je po istini... niti je drugo no labirint i zavarak, ijedno prepoznavanje poznavanja sebe kao podumente izbavljenja i nestanka; radije ponovna opsjena, i doimlju se jedva novi uglovi jednakih bezgraničja u stalnom padavanju točno tako, dokle ustavljeni još nesvjesno sežemo za onime čega najposlije nema, naime za trajnim, neizmjenjivim, za vječnim, a kada skladno kraju možemo spoznati cijelog i bez laži onoga koji gleda. Jednako zlim i dobrim ja sam pravdao težinu, a praznoća se ponavljala netaknuta, uvijek jednaka, rastegnuta smrt bez smrti, više nehladna i netopla opetovanja do ne-mučnine, ali nešto što je uporno tu. Kao rubom sna se umoran prevrćući, pokušavao sam biti pobijeđen, od niza mnogo momenata prenavljen sam smišljao sanje te se i njima spuštao na milost; to sam nazivao vjerom, i životom, i za to sam živote otimao svaljujući kamenje, gradeći, dižući sve teže hramove generacijama u težnji za pojavom koja makar nedugo ima smisla i kazuje kako rijeka dana zaista može i stati. Iza mene, nebrojena brda kostiju starih i novih i lažna brojnost jednoga lica, kao mrtvi momenti, lažna glasnost pokopana vremenom, tako mirija riječi te povika te osmijeha, sve šuti sveudilj zakopano, a to sam ja... Više od svega, Atra, to sam stvarno ja.”
Source: Veliki pad
“Iako smisao i svoje pozvanje slutim, ko sam, i ako jesam, ipak ne znam”
Source: Krugovanje
“Ialways think it's funny when Indians celebrate Thanksgiving. I mean, sure, the Indians and Pilgrims were best friends during the first Thanksgiving, but a few years later, the Pilgrims were shooting Indians. So I'm never quite sure why we eat Turkey like everybody else. (101)”
“Iam a writer. I just happen to propagate mint and love bundt cake.”
“Iam kind of hoping the rest of my night will be full os regretful behavior and irreversible decisions.”
“Iambics march from short to long;--
With a leap and a bound the swift Anapaests throng”
Source: Selected Poetry
“Iamque opus exegi, quod nec Iovis ira nec ignes
nec poterint ferrum nec edax abolere vetustas.
cum volet, illa dies, quae nil nisi corporis huius
ius habet, incerti spatium mihi finiat aevi:
parte tamen meliore mei super alta perennis
astra ferar, nomenque erit indelibile nostrum,
quaque patet domitis Romana potentia terris,
ore legar populi, perque omnia saecula fama,
siquid haben veri vatum praesagia, vivam.”
“Ian and Steve knew there were no hotels cater- ing to the taste and lifestyle of their clientele. It was obvious to them that the hotel business was stale with sameness; if they could infuse art and lifestyle into this segment of commerce, they would disrupt the industry.”
Source: The Age of Ideas: Unlock Your Creative Potential
“Ian and Sylvia, who, when you got right down to it, were essentially country and western singers. I just recorded his Four Strong Winds. It's a wonderful song.”
“Ian Ashby is very underrated and it's right he gets the accolades he gets”
“Ian Baird is dashing around like a steam roller up front.”
“Ian Brady was born Ian Duncan Stewart on 2 January 1938 in Glasgow, Scotland, he’s responsible for a series of murders that took place from 1962 until 1965 in Greater Manchester. Brady and Myra Hindley met in 1961, she was a 19-year-old typist, he was a 23-year-old stock clerk. By 1966, both were tried at Chester Assizes for multiple murder. The trial lasted 15 days; Brady and Hindley were convicted on 6 May 1966, sentenced to life imprisonment.”
Source: Scottish Hard Bastards
“Ian brushes his thumb over my bottom lip, and I study the amusement and frustration in his eyes as he brings his lips to my ear. “Because you’re forgetting the part where I get to fuck you too.”
Source: Harmonious Hearts
“Ian Callaghan is everything good that a man can be. No praise is too high for him. Words cannot do justice to the amount he has contributed to the game. Ian Callaghan will go down as one of the game's truly great players.”
“Ian cleared his throat. "Lady Elizabeth." He reached behind him and handed her a single red rose. "A rose... for the bonniest lass who ever graced the Highlands.”
Source: Kill or Be Kilt
“Ian closed his eyes. Beth watched emotions flicker across his face, the uncertainty, the stubbornness, the raw pain he’d lived with for so long. He didn’t always know how to express his emotions, but that didn’t mean he didn’t feel them deeply.”
Source: The Madness of Lord Ian Mackenzie
“Ian colgó el teléfono y me besó. Me apretó más fuerte contra su cuerpo y con su mano libre me tomó del cuello, sin ninguna prisa. Sus labios jugaron con los míos, su lengua paseaba con ligereza por mi boca, suavemente metió su mano bajo mi suéter. Acarició mi cintura, mi abdomen. Su otra mano la acompañó y recorrieron mi espalda. Yo coloqué mis brazos alrededor de su cuello, enredé mis manos en su cabello y lo atraje hacia mí.”
Source: Café y Martinis
“Ian didn't come. He just sat here with you--he said he didn't care what you looked like. He wouldn't let anyone else put a finger on your tank at all, not even me or Mel. But Doc let me watch this time. It was way cool, Wanda. I don't know why you wouldn't let me watch before. They wouldn't let me help, though. Ian wouldn't let anyone touch you but him.' Ian squeezed my hand and leaned in to whisper through all the hair. His voice was so low that I was the only one who could hear. 'I held you in my hand, Wanderer. And you were so beautiful.”
“Ian Gillan, Roger Glover and I wanted to be a hard rock band - we wanted to play rock and roll only.”
“Ian grinned at her, trailing a pale hand down his chest. “Luscious, aren‟t I, poppet? Go on, stare. I don‟t mind.”
“Ian grinned before leaning down to lick the blood off my lip. "I know, it's a lot to take in. Never thought you'd be this happy, did you? Or this lucky. Blimey, go ahead and envy yourself. Countless other people will, I assure you.”
Source: Shades of Wicked
“Ian held him tighter. Close enough to see the cluster of freckles spread over the bridge of his nose. The tiny beads of sweat gathered over his full upper lip. One bottom tooth’s
crooked angle, standing out from a row of near symmetrical
whiteness, for once, Ian wanting to observe and claim those minute details, wanting him in every conceivable way. His entire
body burning turned inside and out, yet how to tell him what he meant to him. Not only something but everything.”
“Ian held the serving dish while Helen carefully placed on each white plate five squares of ravioli no thicker than paper, their edges crinkled, their surfaces kissed with melted butter, scattered with bits of shallots and hazelnuts, like rice thrown at a wedding.
They each took their places at the table. "Happy Thanksgiving, everyone," Lillian said, raising her glass.
They sat for a moment, simply looking. The smell from their plates rose with the last bits of steam, butter releasing whispers of shallots and hazelnuts. Antonia raised a bite to her mouth. A quick crunch of hazelnut, and then the pasta gave way easily to her teeth, the pumpkin melting across her tongue, warm and dense, with soft, spicy undercurrents of nutmeg.”
Source: The School of Essential Ingredients
“Ian: I don't believe in luck. I do believe we've known each other since forever, though.
Sofi: Really?
Ian: Yeah. You know how? When the big bang happened, all the atoms in the universe, they were all smashed together into one little dot that exploded outward. So my atoms and your atoms were certainly together then, and, who knows, probably smashed together several times in the last 13.7 billion years. So my atoms have known your atoms and they've always known your atoms. My atoms have always loved your atoms.”
“Ian is sure this display will blow over, but he hopes the police show up soon. With the amount of tax dollars he hypothetically pays, it's really not too much to ask.”
Source: The Thursday Murder Club
“Ian Kabra rolled up his window. "My god, what's that smell?" Behind the wheel, Sinead laughed. "It's called fresh air. Growing up in London, you've probably never breathed it before." "And I hope I never breathe it again.”
Source: The Medusa Plot
“Ian MacKaye was in London while I was living there. We both decided that even though we had very different lifestyles, we had the same mentality - politically, and in a lot of other different ways. His statement was, "We're going to the same place, except you're taking a taxi, and I'm driving my own car." That's me and Ian MacKaye's relationship. I love him, he's great.”
“Ian McEwan is a very good writer; the first half of Atonement alone would ensure him a lasting place in English letters.”
“Ian McKellen is brilliant with research. I paid really close attention to the sources he goes to. He's a very, very intelligent man.”
“Ian paused and leaned closer to me so that I couldn't seem to see anything around his face, just snow and sapphire and ink.”
“Ian pretended that not knowing what to do was the hard part when, somewhere inside, I think he knew that making a choice about something is when the real uncertainty begins. The more terrifying uncertainty is wanting something and not knowing how to get it. It is working toward something even though there is no sure thing. When we make choices, we open ourselves up to hard work and failure and heartbreak, so sometimes it feels easier not to know, not to choose, and not to do.”
Source: The Defining Decade: Why Your Twenties Matter - And How to Make the Most of Them Now
“Ian Rush unleashed his left foot and it hit the back of the net”
“Ian's eyes settled on him, his expression grim. He bypassed everything, coming to a stop in front of the nervous young male. “I want all of your medicines to relieve fever, including liquids and capsules. Plus, I want a thermometer, the best one you have, and make sure it's not rectal.” He narrowed his eyes at the wide-eyed clerk in front of him. “I don't do rectal, and I won't use anything that involves an ass.”
Source: Voluptuous Vindication
“Ian saw the tears shimmering in her magnificent eyes and one of them traced unheeded down her smooth cheek.
With a raw ache in his voice he said, "If you would take one step forward, darling, you could cry in my arms. And while you do, I'll tell you how sorry I am for everything I've done - " Unable to wait, Ian caught her, pulling her tightly against him. "And when I'm finished," he whispered hoarsely as she wrapped her arms around him and wept brokenly, "you can help me find a way to forgive myself."
Tortured by her tears, he clasped her tighter and rubbed his jaw against her temple, his voice a ravaged whisper: "I'm sorry," he told her. He cupped her face between his palms, tipping it up and gazing into her eyes, his thumbs moving over her wet cheeks. "I'm sorry." Slowly, he bent his head, covering her mouth with his. "I'm so damned sorry.”
Source: Almost Heaven
“Ian sighed wanly. "I once had the means to be gaga over art–before I found myself in a country where the standard of beauty is toaster waffles shaped like cartoon characters.”
Source: The 39 Clues: Cahills vs. Vespers Book 1: The Medusa Plot
“Ian squeezed my hand and leaned in to whisper through all the hair. His voice was so low that I was the only one who could hear. 'I held you in my hand, Wanderer. And you were so beautiful.”
Source: The Host
“Ian was a good man—honest, trustworthy, loyal, and of honorable character. His desire to keep his promise to Angelle and to be a respectable servant of Harrowbeth would always take president over any personal feelings, no matter how intense or gratifying they might be. He would never betray Harrowbeth. He would never cheat Derian or Angelle. He would never deceive his queen, even if in so doing he would find a love and happiness they both longed to share. His commitment to what he saw as right meant more.”
Source: Eena, The Curse of Wanyaka Cave
“Ian was the kind of smart that makes your straight A student look like she’d drown in a wet paper bag. Ian was the kind of smart that scares people.”
Source: Genesis
“Ian Watson did an almost full novel length treatment which I've never seen and when he finished it Stanley said to him. I need somebody to smear this with vaginal jelly, and I have to say when I first heard this that I was rather shocked, because he was quite gentlemanly.”
“Ianthe bowed her head again. 'I will endeavour to be worthy of my friends.'
Lucien seemed to be trying very, very hard not to roll his eyes.
But Tamlin said, 'We'll all try.'
That was his new favourite word: try.”
Source: A Court of Wings and Ruin