I Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with I. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“It’s the silent scream of the inner ocean.”
Source: Reliquary of the Soul
“It’s the simplest things that can convey a message….”
Source: The Four Corners, a Sicilian Story
“It's the sketch Edward did of me before he went away, the one he said was fine but didn't want to keep. It's as if he's drawn me not once but twice. In the main drawing I have my head turned to the right. It's so detailed, you can see the tautness of my neck muscles and the arch of my clavicle. But underneath or over that there's a second drawing, barely more than a few jagged, suggestive lines, done with a surprising energy and violence: my head turned the other way, my mouth open in a kind of snarl. The two heads pointing in opposite directions give the drawing a disturbing sense of movement.
Which one's the pentimento, and which the finished thing? And why did Edward say there was nothing wrong with it? Did he not want me to see this double image for some reason?”
Source: The Girl Before
“It’s the small and ordinary things that snowball to make a life truly magical”
Source: Tinsel: The Girls Who Invented Christmas
“It's the small sins that save you. That's how you survive when all around you are getting their heads sawed off.”
Source: Heart of the Assassin
“It’s the small things people do for others that define the largest parts of them.”
Source: Maybe Now
“It’s the small things that matter, the daily routines. We struggle and dream, strive for meaning, for purpose, but a pint with a mate in the pub or ten minutes in a café having coffee with your lover. These are the things that make us human, the things we remember.”
“It's the small things we do in life that typically become the greatest.”
Source: Even If: Faith in the Face of Adversity
“It's the smell of him in the bathroom, all I need to get ready for the day. Watching him get dressed, and the sound in the kitchen; a slow hum of a song and his movements, picking things to eat. The way I could observe him, for hours, just go on with his day – or as he sleeps – simply breathing in and out, in and out, and it's like the hymn that sings me to peace.
I know the world is still out there and I know I'm not yet friendly to its pace, but as long as I know him with me, here, there, somewhere – us – I know I have a chance.”
“It's the soldiers, not him, that your death should have weighed on, so why did he grow so old before his time, so much quicker than all his friends? Is he still troubled by thoughts of revenge? Whenever I think this, my heart sinks.”
Source: Human Acts
“It's the solitude that slays you. Maybe because you'd expected ruin to arrive in a grander and more romantic form.”
Source: A Wild Swan: And Other Tales
“It’s the song of a man trying to forget a woman, but then he realizes it’s impossible, that not being with her is harmful and he dies of despair, not knowing whether she still wants to be with him.”
Source: What I Love About Dublin
“It's the soul that's starving, not the body”
Source: The Satisfied Soul: Transforming Your Food and Weight Worries
“It’s the spark that ignites the flame, spontaneity.”
Source: In Limbo
“It’s the state mechanism that will bring unity within the nation and make the population collaborate with the government.”
Source: Destiny of Liberty
“It's the sting of knowing that exactly as the world starts expanding for most boys, it begins to shrink for [girls].”
Source: Rage Becomes Her: The Power of Women's Anger
“It’s the storms of life that make us strong, and as with all dark nights, sometimes we just have to hang on in there. Doggedly. The dawn will always come. The light will always win. And the fire, in nature, is all powerful.”
“It's the strangest feeling at the end of pregnancy: you look down at this huge belly and try to imagine how some little person, whom you haven't even met, is going to emerge from it any day and completely change your lives. First, you wonder how this pregnancy, to which you've grown so accustomed over much of the last year, can, with barely any notice, come to an abrupt end. Then you try to fathom how this baby is ever going to come out; your bowling ball stomach seems misproportioned for what lies between it and the outside world. And only then do you realize what it all means-that the easy part, pregnancy, is almost over, and it's time to gear up for the tough stuff: childbirth!”
Source: What's Going On in There? How the Brain and Mind Develop in the First Five Years of Life
“It's the strangling feeling, like you've been buried alive and are struggling to breathe, like you don't exist. That the most important part of you is invisible and, thus, unreal. If people don't see me as a boy, then they don't see me at all.”
“It's the symbol of freedom (the gray wolf) for all the Turks. We are all Gray Wolves now, and Elchibey is the leader of a greater Turkic world!”
“It’s the tale of one ominous Dextra Hyde, who spent her childhood in the cold confines of the Happy Forest Orphanage just outside of Sceaux.”
Source: Sleight of Hand
“It's the things that we crave the most that have us bound in chains.”
“It’s the things we don’t know, don’t rightly understand, that frighten us most.”
“It's the things we love most that destroy us'"
- Coriolanus Snow (The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes)”
Source: The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes & The Hunger Games Mockingjay By Suzanne Collins 2 Books Collection Set
“It's the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important...”
“It's the time you spent on your rose that makes your rose so important.”
Source: The Little Prince
“It's the time you spent on your rose that makes your rose so important...People have forgotten this truth, but you mustn't forget it. You become responsible forever for what you've tamed. You're responsible for your rose.”
Source: The Little Prince
“It’s the times, Joey. Muslims are guilty of everything these days, even the destruction of our own place of worship, the center of our community. I cannot explain it, this prejudice and hatred. The jihadists have brought some of this upon us, but non-Muslims are just as guilty when they paint an entire society with such a broad brush.”
Source: Betrayal of Justice
“It's the times. Young people these days."
"No respect for their elders. The way they throw rocks at our houses."
"We used to throw rocks."
"Yeah, but we did it respectively.”
Source: Beneath Ceaseless Skies Issue #261
“It's the truth, even if it didn't happen...
...if they don't exist, how can a man see them?”
Source: One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest
“It's the truth." Her voice was barely more than breath.
"I believe you." He was gently kissing his way along her jaw. "You came all this way to bring me a photo."
"Yes." She said. "Well, I can..this morning..here bring it."
He raised his head, "What?"
She glared at him, "I can't talk when you're doing that."
He grinned, dimples appearing. "Sorry. Say it again.”
Source: These Sheltering Walls
“It’s the truth, that in life, not everyone will like you. so, focus on you and move on”
“It's the twenty-first century. Arriving to find a bunch of old dudes in brown robes would be equally weird.”
Source: Girl of Nightmares
“It’s the twins. Your beautiful assassin twins. Inspect is going to assign one of them to our team to permanently replace Quake.” When he heard the other line grow utterly silent as if Fang had somehow forgotten how to breathe, he punched the mute button and laughed his ass off.”
Source: Forgotten
“It's the ugliness of his fucking soul that riles me. I don't care if he calls me a mongrel bastard.' Eris had called him such things today, she realised. Rage rippled through her. 'It's just that, ally or not, I hate him. He's so slick and unruffled and... I can't stand him.' He set down his fork and stared toward the window behind him. 'Eris and his twisted word games and politics are an enemy I don't know how to handle. Every time I meet with him, I feel like he's got the upper hand. Like I can only catch up to him, and he sees through my every fumbling attempt at being clever. Maybe that makes me a stupid brute after all.'
True sorrow filled his eyes- and enough self-loathing that Nesta rose from her seat. He went still as she rounded the table, only lifting his head when she leaned against the edge of the table beside his plate. 'Rhys should kill him and be done with it.'
'If anyone is going to kill Eris, it will be Mor or me.' His hazel eyes were nearly pleading. Not with her, she knew, but with fate. 'But killing him would prove him and his ilk right about me. And regardless of how I feel about Eris, he would be a better High Lord than Beron. No matter what I want, there's still the well-being of the Autumn Court to consider.'
Cassian was good. In his soul, in his warrior's heart, Cassian was good in a way Nesta knew most people were not. In a way she knew she was not and would never be.
He was not a warrior who killed on a whim, but a male who carefully considered every life he had to take. Who'd defend what he loved until death.
And Eris... He'd hurt Cassian. With what he'd done to Morrigan, yes, but also with the words so similar to ones that Nesta herself had wielded. The wound lay in Cassian's eyes, as raw as any injury.
Shame rushed through her. Shame, and anger, and a wild sort of desperation. She couldn't abide the pain in his eyes, teetering on the brink of despair. Couldn't stand the absence of the grinning and winking and swaggering she knew so well.
She'd do anything to get rid of that look in his eyes. Even for a few moments.”
Source: A Court of Silver Flames
“It's the usual utopian vision. This time they were saying it'll reduce waste. If stores know what their customers want, then they don't overproduce, don't overship, don't have to throw stuff away when it's not bought. I mean, like everything else you guys are pushing, it sounds perfect, sounds progressive, but it carries with it more control, more central tracking of everything we do.”
Source: The Circle
“It's the vegetation. With all the rain and hurricanes, everything has grown back more lush than before."
"Mother Nature repaired Louisiana faster than FEMA and the Army Corps of Engineers," said Ava.”
Source: Frill Kill
“It's the very thought of getting caught that makes it even more exciting.”
“It's the voice of Spindrift House. It's old, and it's tired, and it's lonely. So lonely that it aches, like a drowned man drawn by the weight of his own sorrows to the bottom of the sea. I feel sorry fot it, and I don't want to. It doesn't deserve my sorrow, or my pity. All it deserves is my fear.”
Source: In the Shadow of Spindrift House
“It’s the war between what’s the right thing to do and what you feel is right?
It’s the battle between who you were and now where you’re headed
It’s the leap of faith that you need to take to get through the rough paths,
It’s the fear that you need to leave behind to do the daring things,
And you stay stuck wondering,
What to do?
Where to go?
Why does life get challenging?
Would I be ever able to make it?
Queries eat you up alive,
Answers seem not to care,
And at that moment, miracles happen out of nowhere,
Just open your eyes and see the turned tables,
You're given a reward after being tested.”
Source: Muse Buzz
“It's the way of the lay, not the size of the prize.”
Source: The Warriors
“It's the way she says Cathy that makes me listen, the way a woman pleads to any deity that has damned all her prayers, redirected them to death. A woman deboned of hope.”
Source: Bone House
“It's the way spirit moves in the world of time and space. That's what a human body-mind is: an extension of spirit in time and space.”
Source: True Meditation: Discover the Freedom of Pure Awareness
“It's the way we deal with what fate hands us that defines who we are.”
“It’s the way you cannot hide your feelings. If
they do not spill out of your mouth, they shimmer on your skin. They fill
the air around you, so loud they almost shout”
“It's the way you fall you. Gotta let yourself go.”
“It’s the weird fate of illicit love to cohabit with lies. But what a paradox it is that a noble sentiment like love needs the prop of a base instinct for its survival! And it’s as if the pleasures of a liaison act as intoxicants to help dampen the sense of guilt in a woman’s heart!”
Source: Benign Flame: Saga of Love
“It's the whistling," Laila said to Tariq, "the damn whistling, I hate more than anything."
Often it happened at dinner, when she and Babi were at the table. When it started, their heads snapped up. They listened to the whistling, forks in midair, unchewed food in their mouths. Laila saw the reflection of their half-lit faces in the pitch-black window, their shadows unmoving on the wall. The whistling. Then the blast, blissfully elsewhere, followed by an expulsion of breath and the knowledge that they had been spared for now while somewhere else, amid cries and choking clouds of smoke, there was a scrambling, a bare-handed frenzy of digging, of pulling from the debris, what remained of a sister, a brother, a grandchild.
But the flip side of being spared was the agony of wondering who hadn't.”
Source: A Thousand Splendid Suns
“It’s the wide variation of women in our little shared petri dish that makes our lives never boring. Really all that we have in common is we each fell in love with a dude in uniform. The rest of it is a wild card. . . . Each of us trying to get through the day, the deployment, and the time in between.”
Source: No Man's War: Irreverent Confessions of an Infantry Wife
“It’s the will o’ Them above as a many things should be dark to us; but there’s some things as I’ve never felt i’ the dark about, and they’re mostly what comes i’ the day’s work. You were hard done by that once, Master Marner, and it seems as you’ll never know the rights of it; but that doesn’t hinder there being a rights, Master Marner, for all it’s dark to you and me.”
Source: Silas Marner