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“In the darkest hour of winter, when the starlings had all flown away, Gretel Samuelson fell in love. It happened the way things are never supposed to happen in real life, like a sledgehammer, like a bolt from out of the blue. One minute she was a seventeen year-old senior in high school waiting for a Sicilian pizza to go; the next one she was someone whose whole world had exploded, leaving her adrift in the Milky Way, so far from earth she was walking on stars.”

“In the darkest hour through which a human soul can pass, whatever else is doubtful, this at least is certain. If there be no God and no future state, yet even then it is better to be generous than selfish, better to be chaste than licentious, better to be true than false, better to be brave than to be a coward.”

“In the darkest time, I have always believed, the light will shine.”

“In the darkness, every ray that broke through was not only noticeable but absolutely brilliant. Although this cavern surely did nothing to make the sun’s rays more brilliant than they already were, it did serve to elucidate their existing beauty. In the same way, my chronic brokenness and failures didn’t hinder the beauty of what God had done for me. Instead, my mistakes reminded me of the extent He went to in order to forgive me, heal me, and free me.”

“In the darkness of my soul, I have wondered if God enjoys watching despair, the way voyeurs watch sex. That would explain a great deal of human history! My faith in the meaning of Jesus's life and in Christian doctrine has been shaken to its core ...if I am to sustain my belief in a good and loving God who is not arbitrary and capricious and vicious, I must believe that some higher purpose is served by all this...and the greatest service I can do Emilio Sandoz is to make it possible for him to discover what that purpose may have been.”

“In the darkness with no ember, cold coals bear no flaming tinder. All the shadows, man resemble. In the darkness, wise men tremble. Prodigious foes made thee for pointless sake of prosaic power. Visited upon thyself no vestige of vision by late nights hour. In the stillness of normal eve, in longing for the night's reprieve. In air and earth arise a faint and subtle shift, tis follies gift. With tremulous breath, whisper faintly from thy spirits tower. 'Woe to me!', thy soul says. Cometh nigh, The Rez.”

“In the dawn of my youth, my mother's gentle wake-up calls were met with defiant protests, a rebellion against the inevitable start of the day. As the sands of time shifted, age settled in, and my mother, understanding the fatigue that accompanies the passing years, graciously allows me the luxury of uninterrupted sleep. Yet, in the quiet moments, an unspoken ache lingers—a subtle yearning for the attention that once sparked resistance, now sought in the soft touch of a mother's waking whispers.”