I Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with I. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“I climb into the dark for you
Are you waiting in the stars for me?”
Source: Crossed
“I climb mountains, while you keep sinking in sand.”
“I climb the door instead of a tree
Just to crawl with myself walking free
What if I’m a lizard beneath my skin
Changing my colours of the human I’ve been”
“I climb the mountain, and for a moment leave the world far below, I need, we all need, those moments, that we might recharge the Spiritual battery which the world would so eagerly drain to the point of ruin.”
“I climb the vine-covered walls
using stillness as a braided rope,
and drop like a cat
into the garden of the eternal.”
Source: Something Will Change Me: Poems of Soul and Spirit
“I climb to the edge
into the speckled warlike wave of tea lights.
Alloy railings and spiral stairways
angel headed day sleepers
bearing wild teeth and forgotten memories.”
Source: GAMBA Zine: The Awakening
“I climb upon the highest mountains, laughing at all tragedies - whether real or imaginary.”
“I climb, I backtrack. I float. I ramble my way home.”
Source: West Wind: Poems and Prose Poems
“I climbed a path and from the top looked up-stream towards Chile. I could see the river, glinting and sliding through the bone-white cliffs with strips of emerald cultivation either side. Away from the cliffs was the desert. There was no sound but the wind, whirring through thorns and whistling through dead grass, and no other sign of life but a hawk, and a black beetle easing over white stones.”
Source: In Patagonia
“I climbed aboard a Greyhound bus and rode it to New York without telling anyone, without so much as a goodbye. What was I thinking? I wasn’t. I was young and stupid and broken. I knew from watching movies that broken people hopped on buses and disappeared. New York seemed far away, geographically, mentally.”
Source: Sweet as Cane, Salty as Tears
“I climbed and I climbed and sunk in wonderment as I sat at the peak and wondered how someone could be so beautiful.”
“I climbed down the outside of a Holiday Inn once just to surprise one of my crew by getting on his balcony and knocking on his window.”
“I climbed into bed, wide awake and full of dreams.”
Source: Bookish Hearts
“I climbed into Misery and called Uncle Bob. “We hooking up?” “Why does everything out of your mouth make me sound incestuous?” “Um, I wasn’t aware that it did. Perhaps you have a guilty conscience.” “Charley.” “Is there something you need to get off your chest? Besides that skank I saw you with the other day?”
Source: Fifth Grave Past the Light
“I climbed into my car and started to head home, my visor down against the glare of the sun. But at the last minute, I turned left, because I never had before, and because I had time to go down different road.”
Source: Extraordinary Means
“I climbed like a billion stairs... its not like I can take them two at a time.”
“I climbed nine mountains because I love adventure, and I got addicted to that feeling and I never wanted to stop. I wanted to see what I could accomplish. I finally can say that I stood on top of the world.”
“I climbed on the rowing ergometer, and started to pull - losing myself in the rhythm of sweat and pain.”
“I climbed the wide stone steps to the museum and walked in. As soon as you are through the doors, the air changes. It is softer. The building has the ability to wrap itself around you, making you feel safe. All the animosity if the street is left outside, for everyone in there has come for the same reason. To be humbled by art.”
Source: The Godmother
“I climbed toward God, leaving behind the noise of the world, seeking the silence of eternity.”
“I cling like a miser to the freedom that disappears as soon as there is an excess of things.”
Source: Lyrical and Critical Essays
“I cling to depression, thinking it a form of truth.”
“I cling to him like he's what keeps me thriving. Because he is.”
“I cling to him, wishing I could ease his pain. I wish I could take his burdens and make them mine.
"It's weird, isn't it?" he says.
"What is?"
"If we were naked right now, I'd be dead."
"Shut up," I say, laughing against his chest. We're both wearing long sleeves, long pants. As long as my face and hand don't touch his skin, he's perfectly safe.
"Well, it's true."
"In what alternate universe would I ever be naked with you?"
"I am just”
Source: Ignite Me
“I cling to him, wishing I could ease his pain. I wish I could take his burdens and make them mine.
"It's weird, isn't it?" he says.
"What is?"
"If we were naked right now, I'd be dead."
"Shut up," I say, laughing against his chest. We're both wearing long sleeves, long pants. As long as my face and hands don't touch his skin, he's perfectly safe.
"Well, it's true."
"In what alternate universe would I ever be naked with you?"
"I am just saying," he says. "Shit happens. You never know."
"I think you need a girlfriend."
"Nah," he says. "I just need a hug from my friend."
I lean back to look at him. Try to read his eyes. "You're my best friend, Kenji. You know that, right?"
"Yeah, kid." He grins at me. "I do. And I can't believe I got stuck with your skinny ass.”
Source: Ignite Me
“I cling to hope
Even when it shakes me off”
Source: When One World Ends, Another Begins: poetry for people who are still growing into themselves
“I cling to my anger with every ounce of humanity left in my ruined body, but it's no use. It slips away, like a wave from shore. I am pondering this sad fact when I realize the blackness of sleep is circling my head. It's been there awhile, biding it's time and growing closer with each revolution. I give up on rage, which at this point has become a formality, and make a mental note to get angry again in the morning. Then I let myself drift, because there's really no fighting it.”
“I cling to my imperfection, as the very essence of my being.”
Source: The garden of Epicurus
“I cling to nowhere until I fall - the crash of Nothing.”
“I cling to some saving romance in things.”
Source: The Wings of the Dove
“I cling to the basic set of tenets laid out in Tom Wolfe's 'New Journalism' - to get out there like the great French novelists of the 19th century and study life. I am a Tom Wolfe fan of the first order.”
“I cling to the fantasy that I could have done something more creative. Like actually writing a script, or writing a book. But the awful truth is that I... probably can't!”
“I cling to the Milan women's understanding of these literary heroines as mothers. I wish I had learned to read them in this way years ago--with the same complicated, ambivalent, essential freedom that a daughter feels when she looks at her mother, understanding her as a figure that she simultaneously resists and depends on; a figure that she uses, cruelly and lovingly and gratefully, as the base from which to become something more.”
Source: Trick Mirror: Reflections on Self-Delusion
“I cling to the optimistic belief that the haphazard and the hopscotch, the creature that sips among many flowers, may actually come up with something.”
“I cling unto the burning Æthyr like Lucifer that fell through the Abyss, and by the fury of his flight kindled the air. And I am Belial, for having seen the Rose upon thy breast, I have denied God. And I am Satan! I am Satan! I am cast out upon a burning crag! And the sea boils about the desolation thereof. And already the vultures gather, and feast upon my flesh.”
Source: The Best of the Equinox, Enochian Magic
“I clip coupons all the time. Why should you pay more for something that someone else is paying less for?”
“I clipped a Ferrari, hit the gravel trap at a fair old speed, which lifted the car up into the barrier, and then rolled a few times. I had no injuries or anything - I just had to wait for the marshals to right the car before I could get out.”
“I clock countless hours in the gym, where log thousands of reps and run and ride my bike obscene distances, to cultivate believe, Despite what you may think, I don't consider myself an ultra-athlete because those races are not who I am. They are tools. Each one provides me a stockpile of faith so when I get stuck in the maze of life like a broke-down savage, I still believe I am capable of achieving my unreasonable goals, such as becoming a smokejumper at forty-seven years old, no matter what society or the good doctors say.”
Source: Never Finished: Unshackle Your Mind and Win the War Within
“I close my eyes and all I can think of is red. So I get a tube of watercolour, cadmium red dark, and I get a big mop of a brush, and I fill a jar with water, and I begin to cover the paper with red. It glistens. The paper is limp with moisture, and it darkens as it dries. I watch it drying. It smells of gum arabic. In the centre of the paper, very small, in black ink, I draw a heart, not a silly Valentine but an anatomically-correct heart, tiny, doll-like, and then veins, delicate road-map of veins, that reach all the way to the edges of the paper, that hold the small heart enmeshed like a fly in a spiderweb. See, there's his heartbeat.”
Source: The Time Traveler's Wife
“I close my eyes and black out the day. The exhaustion of living through it, surviving.”
“I close my eyes and can see men drawing lines in the dust. America pushes through the membrane of mist and smoke, and I'm a small boy again in Bogalusa.”
“I close my eyes and feel the universe within me.”
“I close my eyes and he smells like him. His arms are his. Everything is normal, except I’m wearing clothes and he’s in a hospital robe, and we’re not in a hotel room. He is still him, wearing my heart on his sleeve. Everything I want, right here, in my arms.”
Source: Mine
“I close my eyes and hear wind rushing through palm trees again. And then laughter. The scene is foggy at first, and then it comes into sharp focus. I am standing in a kitchen. It's one of those big, well-appointed spaces you see in magazines, but this one is well loved, not just staged. A cake bakes in the oven. Carrot. There are matches and a box of birthday candles at the ready by the stove. Stan Getz's smoky-sweet saxophone filters from a speaker somewhere nearby. I'm stirring a pot of marinara sauce; a bit has splattered onto the marble countertop, but I don't care. I take a sip of wine and sway to the music. A little girl giggles on the sofa. I don't see her face, just her blond ponytail. And then warm, strong arms around my waist as he presses his body against me. I breathe in the scent of rugged spice, fresh cotton, and love.”
Source: All the Flowers in Paris
“I close my eyes and I can see a better day. I close my eyes and pray”
“I close my eyes and I take a deep breath and I think about my life and how I ended up this way. I think about the ruin, devastation and wreckage I have caused to myself and to others. I think about self-hatred and self-loathing. I think about how and why and what happened and the thoughts come easily, but the answers don't.”
Source: A Million Little Pieces
“I close my eyes and it's so real and all at once I know just what I feel - And baby it's the kind of rush that terrifies.”
“I close my eyes and let myself find in music what I've always searched for: a way away.”
Source: The Poet X
“I close my eyes and listen as they circle the living room, making polite offerings. The house is full and yet quiet; it’s as if my ear is pressed against a wall, listening for some great truth. As if we’re underwater, our lives submerged. I imagine the furniture dunking and bobbing, floating and sinking in the sea as we try to arrange it on the ocean floor, one hopeless piece at a time.”
Source: Someone You Love Is Gone
“I close my eyes and listen to every thought, every dream, every sigh, and I; at some point may win the battle and exhale heavily everything and everyone including myself. And then, only then I may become so light that I can fly away to the sky.. become the wind and get lost in the horizon.”