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“It's not fair! I wanted to be the master halfling thrower!" Steve complained. Suddenly the air distorted and Steve was thrown over the wall, falling down the inner castle wall. Dave coughed and put a card down as there was a loud metal on stone impact. "I'm okay!" Steve yelled back up. "Seems like these floors are getting slippery," Lox commented. "Very slippery. One might fall once or twice on them," Gurren agreed. "Dave," Deia said with a low voice, looking to her husband, who looked like a paragon of virtue. "Those falls are dangerous," Dave said. "Yes, I hope they don't happen again," Deia said.”

“It's not fair," Linus said, staring off into nothing. "The way some people can be. But as long as you remember to be just and kind like I know you are, what those people think won't matter in the long run. Hate is loud, but I think you'll learn it's because it's only a few people shouting, desperate to be heard. You might not ever be able to change their minds, but so long as you remember you're not alone, you will overcome.”

“It's not generally realized that camels have a natural aptitude for advanced mathematics, particularly where they involve ballistics. This evolved as a survival trait, in the same way as a human's hand and eye coordination, a chameleon's camouflage and a dolphin's renowned ability to save drowning swimmers if there's any chance that biting them in half might be observed and commented on adversely by other humans.”

“It's not going to be easy," she says, looking up at me. "it's probably going to get a lot harder before it gets easier. No one can change what you did or what has happened in the past." I lower my head and start to cry again. "But-" she says so sharply that I have to look up at her again. "But you do have control over who you are no and how you carry yourself. Do you understand?”

“It's not hard to like these foods once you open your mouth to them: the anchovies, the trotters, the pig's head terrines, the sardines, the mackerel, the uni, the liver mousses and confits. Once you admit that you want things to taste like more or better versions of themselves---once you commit to flavor as your god---the rest follows. I started adding salt to everything. My tongue grew calloused, overworked. You want the fish to taste like fish, but fish times a thousand. Times a million. Fish on crack. I was lucky I never tried crack.”

“It’s not his friendship I miss,’ Elizabeth said bluntly. ‘It’s him. The very person of him. His presence. I want his shadow on my wall, I want the smell of him. I can’t eat without him, I can’t do the business of the realm. I can’t read a book without wanting his opinion, I can’t hear a tune without wanting to sing it to him.”