I Quotes
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“I'd be stunned, shocked, and amazed if there were a human being on the planet in 2030.”
“I'd be supper-pissed in the afterlife if I died a virgin in this crap hole.”
Source: Half-Blood
“I'd be the catcher in the rye and all.”
“I'd be the first. The last.”
Source: Mafia Prince
“I'd be the safest wrong thing you could do.”
Source: Wrong to Need You
“I’d be the sunlight that shined down on him on a warm summer day, and I’d be the crackle in the fire that hypnotized him on a cool fall evening. I’d be there by his side until the day he was there by mine.”
Source: When I Was Becca Green
“I'd be very good at being rich, but no one has offered to test my talents in that department. ... New York was like a wealthy, handsome, intensely artistic, complex, slightly manic man who, for some inexplicable reason, was enthralled with me. Not that I ever met a man like that. Who needed men anyway? I'll take Manhattan.”
Source: Bukowski in a Sundress: Confessions from a Writing Life
“I'd be very happy if someone remembered that there are no capitals in my name. (Sigh)
cj petterson”
Source: Deadly Star
“I'd be willing to bet that the notion of the end of time is more common today in the secular world than in the Christian. The Christian world makes it the object of meditation, but acts as if it may be projected into a dimension not measured by calendars. The secular world pretends to ignore the end of time, but is fundamentally obsessed by it. This is not a paradox, but a repetition of what transpired in the first thousand years of history.
... I will remind readers that the idea of the end of time comes out of one of the most ambiguous passages of John's text, chapter 20...
This approach, which isn't only Augustine's but also the Church Fathers' as a whole, casts History as a journey forward—a notion alien to the pagan world. Even Hegel and Marx are indebted to this fundamental idea, which Pierre Teilhard de Chardin pursued.
Christianity invented History, and it is in fact a modern incarnation of the Antichrist that denounces History as a disease. It's possible that secular historicism has understood history as infinitely perfectible—so that tomorrow we improve upon today, always and without reservation... But the entire secular world is not of the ideological view that through history we understand how to look at the regression and folly of history itself. There is, nonetheless, an originally Christian view of history whenever the signpost of Hope on this road is followed. The simple knowledge of how to judge history and its horrors is fundamentally Christian, whether the speaker is Emmanuel Mounier on tragic optimism or Gramsci on pessimism of reason and optimism of will.”
Source: Belief or Nonbelief?
“I'd be your sky.”
Source: Above
“I'd become a follower of Emerson for that one sentence: the miracle of "the blowing clover and the falling rain." Just imagine what it would do for your religion if you shifted your sense of the miraculous from some astounding feat of a master magician to a profound appreciation of the miracle of rain. You would be a different kind of person living a different kind of life You wouldn't be sad from the weight of your religious obligations, but rather joyful at the beauty and holiness of the natural world. You'd be happy, open, and graceful, all because of your positive, world-based spiritual vision.”
Source: A Religion of One's Own: A Guide to Creating a Personal Spirituality in a Secular World
“I'd become an uncertain creature in her mind, and I found I liked it; she couldn't fathom what else I might be doing when her eyes weren't on me.”
Source: The Fair Fight
“I’d become friendly with Tom Courtenay on Doctor Zhivago. He was an English actor, based in London, and didn’t want the hassle of navigating Paris alone. To make things simple, he moved in with Omar Sharif and me in the Avenue Foch apartment provided by the production. With angular features and a conventionally English look, Tom was young, sensitive, and an avid supporter of Hull City football club. While shooting in Paris, he would dart back to England whenever he could to see them play. Once, upon returning to Paris, he discovered assorted pubic hairs in his bedsheets—telltale evidence that one of Omar’s sleepovers had made use of his room. Tom was enraged. He confronted Omar, and their relationship almost didn’t survive. Never in all my life have I seen someone so angry.”
Source: Chasing the Panther: Adventures and Misadventures of a Cinematic Life
“I'd been a fool. I'd been a clown. I loved being a fool. I loved being a clown. It helped keep me sane—but my sanity was revered in a different universe, as if forcing my desires to be real. I realized at that moment that what I was doing was wrong, and it was finally time to open my shell of pride and bloated ego.”
Source: The Medicine That Is Love
“I’d been a straight-A student in elementary school—whatever that means to anyone—but as soon as I hit puberty . . . everything went downhill.”
Source: How to Murder Your Life
“I’d been an outcast my entire life. Growing up with technophobe parents in the dawn of a Cyborg Age did that to a person.”
Source: Open Source
“I’d been called a freak, and worse, all through school. Now that I’d finally graduated, I was sick of it. I’d hoped that no one would ever call me names again. Oh well, if wishes were flying monkeys, we’d all be wearing tiny hats.”
Source: The Pirate Curse
“I’d been called ma’am at least two dozen times in the past week, and despite learning the term was a southern courtesy used on any woman, it still set my teeth on edge. Unless you were geriatric, no one used 'ma’am' up north.”
Source: Midnight at the Blackbird Café
“I’d been claimed by a monster. A beast I’d yet to see, covered in fur, but as intelligent as any person. Bonded, with no way to escape.”
Source: Monster's Find
“I’d been compelled to confront her. People always have a way of chasing what’s bad for them, and I wasn’t immune. Maybe it was that instinct, that primeval pull to run straight at what could take you down, that appealed to me. Hell, that was how men like me ended up heading off to war.”
Source: Christmas Cancellation a Holiday Romance
“I'd been exposed to alternate ways of thinking and it seriously affected the way my mother had reared me.”
Source: Misadventurous
“I’d been feeling like this for a while; the continual looking back the stuckness of it all. I blamed it on the coming new year only 4 1/2 months away when the clocks would read zero and we would start again, could start again, but I knew we wouldn’t. Nothing would. The world would be the same, just a little bit worse.”
Source: When God Was a Rabbit
“I'd been feeling the sharp deterioration of our love for some time.”
Source: Show Them a Good Time
“I’d been fighting the idea for weeks. It kept coming to my mind and I kept battling it out. No matter how hard I fought against it, I found myself veering towards that which I despised.”
Source: Pursued: God’s relentless pursuit and a drug addict’s journey to finding purpose
“I'd been forced to love her from afar.”
“I'd been given a foreign text to decipher, but I couldn't even identify the language, much less the meaning behind the words; she was speaking in some code (229)”
Source: Ivy Lodge: A Memoir of Translation and Discovery
“I’d been given the hard stare by men a lot more dangerous than Donald Cole, men who would cut you up before breakfast then eat your heart and liver for lunch, and laugh with glee while they were doing it.”
Source: Broken Dolls
“I'd been going to study Pre-Flowering History," Tiercel offered.
"Now you're living it," Kave said.”
Source: The Phoenix Transformed
“I'd been hiding from myself...but I've found her now.”
“I'd been holding my breath all that time and as soon as she turned, I let it out. My heart twisted again and for a moment I panicked. I wanted to call her back, take it back. I wanted to go to Blake, take him back. Live the way we had always lived together. But then I remembered, habit.”
Source: The Time of My Life
“I'd been in love, and I'd meant it- the happiness, the lust, the peace... I'd felt all of those things. Once.
...
But maybe those things had blinded me, too.
Maybe they'd been a blanket over my eyes about the temper. The need for control, the need to protect that ran so deep he'd locked me up. Like a prisoner.”
Source: A Court of Mist and Fury
“I’d been in love dozens of times, but it was always the unrequited kind.”
Source: Look for Me by Moonlight
“I'd been jealous, trying to get a rise out of him, and had basically just thrown his own honesty back in his face.”
Source: Love and Other Words
“I’d been just like her, a youngster with something to say, a rebel through street art, leaving my mark on public buildings, to taunt the government and humor the public”
Source: 420
“I’d been kissed before. Many times. There were awkward and sloppy kisses, those tension-fraught moments of fumbling intensity as a teenager. There were more skilled kisses, passionate and intentional. There were kisses that stole my breath, kisses that merged seamlessly with the shedding of clothes and the joining of bodies. But never, before this moment, had there ever been a kiss that stole my will to pull away, that devoured my capacity for thought, that removed my ability to resist, to feel anything but the kiss.”
Source: Alpha
“I’d been living in this room for years, it was the same as when I’d left it a few hours ago. And yet the way I looked around it, you’d think I’d never seen it before. So maybe it wasn’t quite the same to me—as when I’d left it.
I closed the door behind me. I suddenly caught my head between both hands, as suddenly as though it was something that had just fallen from the ceiling, alighting on my shoulders. I dragged myself sort of stickily across into the bathroom, as though something were impeding my feet, as though I had on snowshoes. I shrugged off my coat, rolled up my cuffs, spun the hot-water tap, tempered it with a little cold so I wouldn’t scald myself.
I started to wash my hands. They weren’t particularly grimy. I happened to look up, caught sight of my face in the cabinet-mirror before me. I quickly opened the cabinet, folded the mirror back out of the way. It’s a rare man that can’t stand the sight of his own face.”
“I'd been making desicions for days.
I picked out the dress Bailey would wear forever-
a black slinky one- innapropriate- that she loved.
I chose a sweater to go over it, earrings, bracelet, necklace,
her most beloved strappy sandals.
I collected her makeup to give to the funeral director with a recent photo-
I thought it would be me that would dress her;
I didn't think a strange man should see her naked
touch her body
shave her legs
apply her lipstick
but that's what happened all the same.
I helped Gram pick out the casket,
the plot at the cemetery.
I changed a few lines
in the obituary that Big composed.
I wrote on a piece of paper what I thought
should go on the headstone.
I did all this without uttering a word.
Not one word, for days,
until I saw Bailey before the funeral
and lost my mind.
I hadn't realized that when people say so-and-so
snapped
that's what actually happens-
I started shaking her-
I thought I could wake her up
and get her the hell out of that box.
When she didn't wake,
I screamed: Talk to me.
Big swooped me up in his arms,
carried me out of the room, the church,
into the slamming rain,
and down to the creek
where we sobbed together
under the black coat he held over our heads
to protect us from the weather.”
Source: The Sky Is Everywhere
“I’d been on the PCT for a little more than a month. It seemed like a long time and also it seemed like my trip had just begun, like I was only now digging into whatever it was I was out here to do. Like I was still the woman with the hole in her heart, but the hole had gotten ever so infinitesimally smaller.”
Source: Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail
“I'd been raised on excuses. But the Marine Corps taught me that excuses don't matter. That excuses--even when prettied up as reasons--are just a way to avoid doing what needs doing.”
Source: Dead Stop
“I’d been raised to be confident and see no limits, to believe I could go after and get absolutely anything I wanted. And I wanted everything. Because, as Suzanne would say, why not? I wanted to live with the hat-tossing, independent-career-woman zest of Mary Tyler Moore, and at the same time I gravitated toward the stabilizing, self-sacrificing, seemingly bland normalcy of being a wife and mother. I wanted to have a work life and a home life, but with some promise that one would never fully squelch the other. I hoped to be exactly like my own mother and at the same time nothing like her at all. It was an odd and confounding thing to ponder. Could I have everything? Would I have everything? I had no idea.”
Source: Becoming
“I'd been right about Jack Holland. He had the kind of face that could make you believe.”
Source: Dust Girl
“I'd been so alone that I'd thought it was just the feeling of life when it went on too long.”
Source: The Book of the Most Precious Substance
“I’d been so deep in my self-loathing I thought everyone just hated me. I was wrong. Everyone hated everyone.”
Source: The Last Smile in Sunder City
“I'd been so focused on my existential malaise, my navel-gazing, I seemed to be oblivious to the reality around me.”
Source: Privilege
“I’d been so used to the court system and thinking of myself as a criminal. I’d been so used to pleading in abeyance, proclaiming my guilt and unworthiness and asking the judge for mercy. But God’s love went beyond anything I’d seen in my lifetime. He wasn’t just giving me mercy by overlooking my sins, He was giving me justice by paying off every debt I’d ever created and bearing every damnation I’d ever deserved.”
Source: Pursued: God’s relentless pursuit and a drug addict’s journey to finding purpose
“I'd been spending my professional life, at GQ and Esquire both, reading fiction by men about men. The sub-subjects: The Land of Marriage. A middle-aged man coming to terms with Something. Extramarital affairs. Hotel rooms. Adult life as unwinnable game. A man trying, and failing, to be a man - whatever that thing was. A wife. A waif. Oh, God, the mothers. How many trailer parks were there upon the greensward? There sure were a lot of trains. Why were there so many prostitutes? And why were so many of the women dead? Rarely did any children appear in the stuff I read, and when they did, they tended to serve as devices for the teaching of moral lessons - touching ones, usually. And the women - voluble, irrational, rarely all that smart, but, with any luck, sexy, sexy, sexy - functioned as instruments to male enlightenment. Oh, if I had a dime for each time I read the sentence "She made me feel alive..." (to which my private stock response was always "And you made her feel dead").”
“I’d been stuck in one gender my whole life. It never bothered me. Now I wondered how that would feel for Alex. The only analogy I could come up with wasn’t a very good one. My second grade teacher, Miss Mengler (aka Miss Mangler), had forced me to write with my right hand even though I was left-handed. She’d actually taped my left hand to the desk. My mom had exploded when she found out, but I still remembered the panicky feeling of being restrained, forced to write in such an unnatural way because Miss Mengler had insisted, 'This is the normal way, Magnus. Stop complaining. You’ll get used to it.”
Source: The Hammer of Thor
“I'd been such an age bigot. When you get to know someone as a person, they cease being an adjective.”
Source: Shadow Life: Aerospace, Love, and Secrets
“I'd been surprised by the depth of emotion that was invested in that curiously archaic phrase 'great power'. What would it mean, I'd asked myself, to the lives of working journalists, salaried technocrats and so on if India achieved 'great power status'? What were the images evoked by this tag?
Now, walking through this echoing old palace, looking at the pictures in the corridors, this aspiration took on, for the first time, the contours of an imagined reality. This is what the nuclearists wanted: to sign treaties, to be pictured with the world's powerful, to hang portraits on their walls, to become ancestors. On the bomb they had pinned their hopes of bringing it all back.”
Source: Countdown
“I'd been teaching him the whole time, with every last little thing I did, even when I didn't realize I was teaching him. With every last little thing I did, not just those things I tried to teach him. Every moment I had been teaching him, and how I wanted now to take back some of those moments.”
Source: Borne