I Quotes
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“in her eyes, we saw
an endless world to unfold:
a fiction author.”
Source: Tiny Poems From the Pandemic: Poetry collection of all the moments in between
“In her eyes, which reflected the purest and most eternal love, Michael found serenity amidst the tragedy.”
Source: The Time Codes: The Quest to Unravel the Truth
“In her fantastic mood she stretched her soft, clasped hands upward toward the moon.
'Sweet moon,' she said in a kind of mock prayer, 'make your white light come down in music into my dancing-room here, and I will dance most deliciously for you to see". She flung her head backward and let her hands fall; her eyes were half closed, and her mouth was a kissing mouth. 'Ah! sweet moon,' she whispered, 'do this for me, and I will be your slave; I will be what you will.'
Quite suddenly the air was filled with the sound of a grand invisible orchestra. Viola did not stop to wonder. To the music of a slow saraband she swayed and postured. In the music there was the regular beat of small drums and a perpetual drone. The air seemed to be filled with the perfume of some bitter spice. Viola could fancy almost that she saw a smoldering campfire and heard far off the roar of some desolate wild beast. She let her long hair fall, raising the heavy strands of it in either hand as she moved slowly to the laden music. Slowly her body swayed with drowsy grace, slowly her satin shoes slid over the silver sand.
The music ceased with a clash of cymbals. Viola rubbed her eyes. She fastened her hair up carefully again. Suddenly she looked up, almost imperiously.
"Music! more music!" she cried.
Once more the music came. This time it was a dance of caprice, pelting along over the violin-strings, leaping, laughing, wanton. Again an illusion seemed to cross her eyes. An old king was watching her, a king with the sordid history of the exhaustion of pleasure written on his flaccid face. A hook-nosed courtier by his side settled the ruffles at his wrists and mumbled, 'Ravissant! Quel malheur que la vieillesse!' It was a strange illusion. Faster and faster she sped to the music, stepping, spinning, pirouetting; the dance was light as thistle-down, fierce as fire, smooth as a rapid stream.
The moment that the music ceased Viola became horribly afraid. She turned and fled away from the moonlit space, through the trees, down the dark alleys of the maze, not heeding in the least which turn she took, and yet she found herself soon at the outside iron gate. ("The Moon Slave")”
Source: Ghostly By Gaslight
“In her final months Princess Diana was being shat upon by the tabloids -- basically for sleeping with an Arab. When she died, these same papers were astonished by the millennial wave of emotionalism that swept the country ... One paper had a print-ready story about what a slag the Princess was, and they had to pull it at the last moment. It was replaced with an image of Diana as an angel, ascending to heaven.”
“In her final years she would still recall the trip that, with the perverse lucidity of nostalgia, became more and more recent in her memory.”
Source: Love in the Time of Cholera
“In her first major clash with the English before the walls of Orléans, Joan was injured by an arrow that penetrated the seams of her armor and drove through her chest so far that the point protruded out of her back. When the battlefield medics were debating how to best help her, she simply pulled the arrow out with her own hand. (Now there’s a leadership challenge!)”
Source: The 7 Leadership Virtues of Joan of Arc (Life Changing Classic, Volume 32)
“In her glamorous quest for the darkest light and the lowest high, she now found herself wallowing on the bottom of a filthy garbage bin.”
“In her hand the rice-paper twist releases its battery of scents; bitter chocolate melted with cream and sweetened with vanilla seeds, scented with roses as red as your heart. Try me. Taste me. Test me.”
Source: Peaches for Father Francis
“In her hand was a necklace with a small oval pendant, a half of a locket engraved with one of the same symbols from the mirror frame—what Quinn saw as rolling waves. ~ "The Mirror”
Source: Christmas Lites
“In her head, Aru had envisioned this epic leap where she soared through the air on the shield and pinned someone with her lightning bolt. In reality, she just slid forward and crashed into the back wall with a loud thud. Mini dropped her shield and Brynne ran to her.
"What the heck was that?" demanded Boo.
Aru groaned. "I don't know....It worked in Wonder Woman."
"Are you Wonder Woman?"
"I...am facedown in a pile of shame.”
Source: Aru Shah and the Song of Death
“In her heart and soul she set fire to all things that held her back and from the ashes she stepped into who she always was.”
Source: The Truth About Magic
“In her heart, she carries a river of memories,
Those unforgotten years, weaving through time.
In her eyes is the light of those unerased days,
strong as stars in the sky.
When wild winds blow,
Wild is she, as memories escort her
on the dance floor of meadows.
Her songs that touched the earth,
are woven from the lyrics of the dust
where her loved ones are now asleep.
So she carries it, a river of memories,
the living walkway, the ripples of light
between what once was and what now is.”
“In her heart she is a mourner for those who have not survived. In her soul she is a warrior for those who are now as she was then. In her life she is both celebrant and proof of women's capacity and will to survive, to become, to act, to change self and society. And each year she is stronger and there are more of her.”
“In her heart she longed for this man, dreamed of a life that could never be.”
“In her heart, she still waited for Noin to extend his hand to her before everything ultimately came to an end.
She pushed such a miserable wish to the back of her mind, putting a lid on it.
Revenge and wishes were different.
‘Who would save you’; ‘who would kill you’—
—it all came down to that.”
Source: 長い夜の国と最後の舞踏会 1 ～ひとりぼっちの公爵令嬢と真夜中の精霊～
“In her heart stirs a revolution...a true revolutionary believes in the best in people, in their courage and brains.”
Source: The Republic of East L.A.
“In her inestimable audacity, Julia was the catalyst in my life for something beautiful. I hadn't anticipated her-hadn't even wanted her, truthfully-but there she was. A little something extra that made all the difference in the world.”
Source: Sin Boldly: A Field Guide for Grace
“In her inmost heart Lily knew it was not by appealing to the fraternal instinct that she was likely to move Gus Trenor; but this way of explaining the situation helped to drape its crudity, and she was always scrupulous about keeping up appearances to herself. Her personal fastidiousness had a moral equivalent, and when she made a tour of inspection in her own mind, there were certain closed doors she did not open.”
Source: The House of Mirth
“In her kitchen, I found my cravings weren’t culinary.”
Source: Flour & Fury: A Sweet Rivalry
“In her life, when faced with yet more adversity, a woman straightened her shoulders and said, "All right, I'll take on another burden." Strength was endurance, not escape. It was looking at a piece of granite and noticing flecks of fool's gold.”
Source: By Any Other Name
“In her lived an innocence of soul of which she seemed unaware.”
Source: Archangel's Legion
“In her loneliness, Lee collected a legion of animals in her room, where she left the window open to let them come and go. There were barn kittens and baby mice and tiny raccoons and little possum. They always grew up and eventually left her, but she was okay with that. Sometimes she'd see them in the woods months or years after, and they'd make eye contact, and an understanding would pass between them. It was the type of memory that she questioned now, skeptical of its plausibility. Yet, she could still remember the feeling of falling asleep with quivering fur against her cheek.”
Source: Strange Folk
“In her memoir, Anne Robinson recounts the wake-up call which motivated her to stop drinking. Leaving her eight-year-old daughter alone in their car while she went to buy liquor, she returned to find her daughter with tears running down her cheeks. The guilt and horror Ms. Robinson felt at this sight jolted her into sobriety.”
“In her mind, her Dad was like a knight taking a birthday cake to a dragon and inviting it to blow out the candles.”
Source: Terra Dark
“In her mind's eye, they seemed to glimmer until the connections had so many ties that the world appeared to be brighter. It was a golden light in her mind.”
Source: The Blossoming
“In her mind, the ground rumbled and split open revealing the edge into a dark abyss. The shadows were always calling to her. Laughing at her. The familiar strains of loneliness flared under their torment. Drawing in a deep breath, she screamed to the black, “You’re not allowed to hurt me and know it!” Her voice echoed off the earthen walls and whispered back, “Be free. Be fearless.”
Source: Transitions
“In her mind the U.S. was nothing more and nothing less than a país overrun by gangsters, putas, and no-accounts. Its cities swarmed with machines and industry, as thick with sinvergüencería as Santo Domingo was with heat, a cuco shod in iron, exhaling fumes, with the glittering promise of coin deep in the cold lightless shaft of its eyes.”
Source: The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao
“In her mind's eye she saw it, saw it all at last: the rolling armies and the flames of battle; the graves and pits and dying cries of a hundred million souls; the spreading darkness, like a black wing stretching over the earth; the last, bitter hours of cruelty and sorrow, and the terrible, final flights; death's great dominion over all, and, at the last, empty cities, becalmed by the silence of a hundred years. Already these things were coming to pass.”
Source: The Passage: A Novel (Book One of The Passage Trilogy)
“In her naïve imaginings, he had been like the tortured hero of a gothic romance, possessing a heart filled with dark passions borne from even darker tragedies. His gregarious charm was belied only by the shadows in his eyes, and in their clear amber depths she had thought she had seen a Byronic torment to which she might pose the balm. And she had been right about all of that, save for one crucial thing:
He was not the hero. He was, in fact, the villain.”
Source: Raise the Blood
“In her new book, Sarah Palin says she once gave up chocolate for an entire year just to prove she could do it. Still think she's not qualified to be President?”
“In her novel Regeneration, Pat Barker writes of a doctor who 'knew only too well how often the early stages of change or cure may mimic deterioration. Cut a chrysalis open, and you will find a rotting caterpillar. What you will never find is that mythical creature, half caterpillar, half butterfly, a fit emblem of the human soul, for those whose cast of mind leads them to seek such emblems. No, the process of transformation consists almost entirely of decay.”
Source: A Field Guide to Getting Lost
“In her obsession, infatuation, love blindness - call it what you will - she gave of herself so as not to appear ungenerous, but especially to please. In giving, she was buying Gilbert's affections. He in turn would rarely put his hand in his pocket - metaphorically or otherwise - for anyone.”
Source: A Brief History of Several Boyfriends: Stories
“In her opinion, Alexander Graham Bell and Clarence Birdseye are the two greatest Americans that ever lived excluding Robert E. Lee. She believes we never lost the War Between the States, that General Lee thought General Grant was the butler and just naturally handed him his sword.”
Source: Daisy Fay And The Miracle Man
“In her opinion, the parrots were annoying arrogant. You could buy the most beautiful one in town, she observed, but that won't make it love you. You could feed it, care for it and exclaim over its loveliness, but there was nothing to guarantee that it would stay home with you. There had to be a lesson in there somewhere.”
“In her own fumbling way, she’d reminded him he was just a man, fallible, needful, a member of the supremely imperfect human race…and shamefully undeserving of what she had to offer.
Looking at Billie, touching her, tasting her, had filled him with a wanting fiercer than any he’d known. For the first time, he was faced with something he couldn’t truly have, because of what he’d become.”
Source: The Fifth Favor
“In her own special category, she was quite beautiful. This was the category of all the women, in his entire life, who had ever thought he was worth smiling at.”
“In her past were sweet passages, in her future rosy hopes.”
Source: Shirley
“In her phone, his number was saved as “Gladiator”—not his real name. That way, it wouldn’t hurt as much to delete it later.”
Source: The Russian Gladiator: A Psychological Dystopian Thriller Set in Modern Russia
“In her piercing language, Dona let out a long and strong squeal, and everyone in its surroundings would vibrantly applause. 'If I ever leave this place one day', Randolfo wondered, 'who'll take care of Dona'?”
Source: Dona
“In her presence I could dare everything: sincerity, emotion, pathos.”
“In her presence, you would always miss the pieces, which aren't even yours.”
Source: The wrecked windows: The whispers of the beautiful hearts
“In her presence, I was reminded again of why I was an anoretic: fear. Of my needs, for food, for sleep, for touch, for simple conversation, for human contact, for love. I was an anoretic because I was afraid of being human. Implicit in human contact is the exposure of the self, the interaction of the selves. The self I'd had, once upon a time, was too much. Now there was no self at all. I was a blank.”
“In her present ignorance, woman's religion, instead of making her noble and free, by the wrong application of great principles ofright and justice, has made her bondage but more certain and lasting, her degradation more hopeless and complete.”
“In her religious role, the Queen is head of the Church of England, but in her civic role she cares for all her subjects, and no one is better at making everyone she meets feel valued.”
“In her satiric play Songs of the Dragons Flying to Heaven, the playwright Young Jean Lee said: "The reason why so many white men date Asian women is that they can get better-looking Asian women than they can get white women because we are easier to get and have lower self-esteem. It's like going with an inferior brand so that you can afford more luxury features. Also, Asian women will date white guys who no white women would touch.”
Source: Minor Feelings: An Asian American Reckoning
“In her search for solutions [to high conflict], [Amanda] Ripley shows that the process of escaping these situations usually involves five steps. Participants in the conflict, she suggests, need to “investigate the understory” that made them so invested in the first place. They should “reduce the binary,” recognizing that they may share more values and interests with their adversaries than they realize. They must “marginalize the fire starters,” ceasing to listen to those who seem to get a thrill out of the fight. They should “buy time and make space,” stopping themselves from escalating when they feel triggered. Most important, they need to “complicate the narrative,” recognizing that any story in which one side consists of pure heroes and the other of cartoonish villains is unlikely to be altogether accurate.”
“In her single person she managed to produce the effect of a majority.”
Source: Virginia
“In her smile, Idris sees how little of the world he has known, even at thirty-five years of age, its savageness, its cruelty, its boundless brutality.”
Source: And the Mountains Echoed
“In her spare time, she looked to books or the stars for company.”
Source: Gods of Jade and Shadow
“In her tight-fitting Persian dress, with turban to match, she looked ravishing.”
Source: Plexus