I Quotes
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“It wasn’t that I didn’t trust her but it seemed so unfair to expect another person to keep my secret.”
Source: Love Story
“It wasn’t that I forgot Hanna. But at a certain point the memory of her stopped accompanying me wherever I went. She stayed behind, the way a city stays behind as a train pulls out of the station.”
Source: The Reader
“It wasn't that I gave up on her healing, but, as she continued to struggle to get in the door and actively needed her self-hatred to stay functional, I began to realize more deeply that her patterns had meaning and that it wasn't useful for me to predetermine what recovery might look like for her.”
Source: The Heart of Trauma: Healing the Embodied Brain in the Context of Relationships
“It wasn't that I was lazy- I was a bloody hard worker- I just found concentrating on one thing particularly difficult when I had such mammoth internal battles going on. I had no idea what I was going to do with my life. Only when I was physically exhausted did I seem to manage a modicum of internal peace, when my mind would stop ticking over. I needed to try and get to grips with it all. There was a very little awareness about 'mental health' in those days. I just felt like I was mad,”
Source: We Were Warriors
“It wasn’t that long ago that I saw you in my church, willing to promise me almost anything to make the pain stop. Was that a lie? Or have you already forgotten the way heartbreak rips apart the soul piece by piece, how it turns you into a masochist, making you long for the thing that just eviscerated you until there’s nothing left of you to be destroyed?”
“It wasn't that Lora couldn't sleep, but she chose to avoid her dreams, which she said were better than life. 'I don't need the disappointment in the morning,' she told me, scooping coffee grounds into the paper filter.”
Source: Catapult
“It wasn’t that Nell was weak. It was that the world was dangerous.”
Source: Hardtack: A Civil War Story
“It wasn't that Nina didn't make equally tasty buns, but Zod, her rogue apprentice, had refined the dough to a featherlight brioche with a subtle tang. He filled the pockets not just with beef and onions, but peach jam, saffron rice pudding, smoked sturgeon, potatoes and dill, cabbage and caraway apples, duck confit and chopped orange peel, and, once, even a pearl that fell into the lemon custard when Nina's necklace snapped, beads hitting the counter like hailstones.”
Source: The Last Days of Café Leila
“It wasn’t that she hated the idea of sex, just . . . she didn’t want it. Didn’t need it. But no one else ever seemed to feel that way”
“It wasn't that she lit up, but that everything else seemed to dim. Things he thought were important or bright turned out not to be when she was around, when they were held up against her glow.”
Source: The Last Great American Magic
“It wasn’t that she necessarily wanted to “socialize” at the bonfire, but she wanted to broadcast to the general population that her antisocial behavior was a personal choice not a sentence to social leprosy.”
Source: Caged in Darkness
“It wasn't that she wanted so badly to remain in Paris; more than anything, she was incapable of deciding, of striking in a different, unknown direction, and was frustrated by her inability to release herself from her life as easily as her husband had, a top spiraling across a flat surface.”
Source: What the World Will Look Like When All the Water Leaves Us
“It wasn't that she was running away from the truth. She was going to bend the truth to her will.”
Source: The Unfortunate Side Effects of Heartbreak and Magic
“It wasn't that she was sad—sadness had very little to do with it, really, considering that most of the time, she felt close to nothing at all. Feeling required nerves, connections, sensory input. The only thing she felt was numb. And tired. Yes, she very frequently felt tired.”
Source: Terrorscape
“It wasn't that she was shallow, exactly, but everyone knows, looks are important for media work...”
Source: My Husband's Wives
“It wasn't that the Gospel proved useful for my many worries but that the Gospel proved the uselessness of my worries and so refocused my whole attention.”
Source: Here and Now: Living in the Spirit
“It wasn't that the ice-cream man came everyday; he came whenever the child heard his music.”
“It wasn't that time stopped in the library. It was as if it were captured, collected here, and in all libraries -- and not only my time, my life, but all human time as well. In the library, time is dammed up--not just stopped but saved.”
Source: The Library Book
“It wasn't the aloneness that Liz minded. It was the silence. It echoed.”
“It wasn't the big decisions that set the course of one's life; it was the slow accretion of all the little ones.”
Source: The English Wife
“It wasn't the colours, but the mindsets of the Egyptians that made them popular in previous and later generations.”
“It wasn't the darkness that killed people. It was the people who carried the darkness within them that did.”
Source: The Wake Up
“It wasn’t the first time Alabama had overdosed, but it had been the scariest. Though she would never tell Richie this, there had been a moment during the experience—impossible to say for how long; could have been a minute, could have been an hour—when she had died. At least, that’s how it had felt after she had clawed her way back from it. Death didn’t scare Alabama; in fact, sometimes, part of her yearned for it. What terrified her was how lonely she had felt, lost in oblivion. No one had greeted her at the borders of another realm, because that other realm was just another lie in a world full of them. Instead, there had been nothing at all in every direction, forever. Perfect darkness. The absence of everything.”
Source: Porno Valley
“It wasn’t the first time and wouldn’t be the last time they’d have issues. But they were a family. And that meant they’d keep on forgiving and loving and sticking it out for the long haul.”
Source: Falling for the Cowgirl
“It wasn’t the first time I’d run across sex spells: they
were just as common as electricity-kindled spells. They just
aren’t convenient for your average on-the-go magical
needs.
“Do all the memory spells require that?” I asked.
“I don’t think so. I just noticed it on the last couple of
retrieval ones.”
“Uh, maybe I could just get myself, you know, privately
…?” I suggested. I regretted it immediately, and felt my face
flush with warmth. What the hell was I going to do? Ask Lon
if he had any porn I could borrow and hole up in his library’s
washroom?”
Source: Kindling the Moon
“It wasn't the first time I had relied on her in our strange, undefined 'relationship.' Late-night texts, spontaneous meet-ups, testing boundaries—most of the time, she did bite. But this? This felt different. It wasn't just curiosity or intrigue anymore. I wasn't just waiting to see how far I could push her.
I needed her.
I wanted her in a way I couldn't fully explain, in a way that went far beyond anything I'd felt before.”
“It wasn't the first time Moss had heard the pop of a gunshot. Nor was it the first time he'd heard the sickening sound of air leaving someone's body. The sound meant the worst.”
Source: Anger Is a Gift
“It wasn’t the first time someone had disappeared from my life due to my own fault: due to my tendency to solitude and silence, dut to my sometimes unjustifiable reserve, due to my inability to keep relationships alive (even those I have with people I love or who genuinely interest me). This has always been one of my great defects, and it has caused me more than one disappointment and has dissapointed other more than once. There’s nothing I can do aboutn it, however, because nobody changes their nature by the mere force of will.”
Source: La forma de las ruinas
“It wasn't the fog I minded, Cathleen. I really love fog. [...] It hides you from the world and the world from you. You feel that everything has changed, and nothing is what it seemed to be. No one can find or touch you any more.”
Source: Long Day’s Journey into Night
“It wasn't the footman she was afraid of - it was those he was parroting. Alfie was the sort of dim-noll who never had his own thoughts but borrowed other people's.”
Source: Castle of Shadows
“It wasn’t the hauling of the wood that was key. It was how we stacked it. For I can possess utterly immense resources. But if they are not managed well, they will become my greatest liability.”
“It wasn’t the pain that bothered him most. It would pass; he would heal. It wasn’t the constant humiliation, the total loss of dignity, the unwanted invasions of his body... those tortures were familiar now too. He was as accustomed to shame and degradation as he was to his shackles and cage. What hurt most were the memories of flying, fierce and proud and free. And the knowledge that his future contained only endless towns full of rubes eager to hand over their money to Davenport. In the musty darkness of his cage, with the sounds of the engine, creaking springs, and rolling tires as camouflage, Tenrael wept.”
Source: Corruption
“It wasn’t the pretty kind of cough either. It was the holy-crap-I’m-going-to-die-by-popcorn kind of cough.”
Source: Match Me If You Can
“It wasn't the same. I'm pretty good at making the best of things, but it wasn't the same.”
Source: A Summer to Die
“It wasn't the sort of horniness that lingered only in my cunt. I efficiently dealt with that sort after a session with my vibrator. It was the horniness of looking out into the horizon and knowing I wouldn’t get fucked anytime soon.”
Source: The Temptation of Eden
“It wasn’t the sunrise that took my breath away. Rather, it was the privilege of knowing that forces a billion times my own strength silently merged in the first light of a new day to remind me that I am part of something infinitely bigger than all of the combined challenges of any day.”
“It wasn't the tequila and oxy. You really are that fucking gorgeous.”
Source: In the Blood
“It wasn’t the time and place.
He oughtn’t to rush his fences.
But she’d waved her arms, and that made her womanly parts jiggle and he could only keep one idea in his head at a time, and in any case, oughts never went down smoothly with him.
He was who he was, and that wasn’t a good boy. And so down he went, and crushed her sulky little mouth under his.”
Source: Scandal Wears Satin
“It wasn't the way he looked that made him impossible. It was what he said. It was his sense of humor. He would not resist a pun. And any man who will not resist a pun will never lie up-pun me.”
Source: Slow Days, Fast Company: The World, the Flesh, and L.A.
“It wasn't the wild animals that scared her, but the civilised ones.”
Source: Deceived
“It wasn't thirst for the drink that made us want to go where it was, but only the need to have a merry night instead of the misery that we knew only too well before. What the drop of drink did to us was to lift up the hearts in us, and we would spend a day and a night ever and again in company together when we got the chance.”
Source: The Islandman
“It wasn't till Sebastian began to stalk toward her that she recalled her situation. She was wet and half naked, alone in a room with a strong brutish male of unknown intentions”
Source: Demon Possession
“It wasn't till they were on the bridge that Delly asked RB, "So, Ferris Boyd's your favorite?" She didn't mind, mostly.
RB answered so fast, though, she knew he wasn't fibbing. "She's my favorite friend," he told her. "You're my favorite everything.”
Source: True
“It wasn't to free him of his guilt.
It wasn't to punish him.
It wasn't anything other than an act of mercy.”
Source: In the Afterlight
“It wasn't…too long ago. But it feels like…years ago…since I felt…the warm hello of the sun.
Lately things seem a little colder, the wind…it seems to get a little bolder. The eagle was flying…now it's on the run.
But then again,
it's all in my mind.
Ever since I lost that glow
I've been feeling so down all the time.
Where's that girl of mine…”
Source: Cherokee Mist: The Lost Writings
“It wasn't tuna ventresca that drew diners to this community over others, nor was it heritage beef. It was the final bottle of a 1985 Cannonau, salt-crusted from its time on the Sardinian coast. Each diner had barely a swallow. My employer bid us not to swallow, not yet, but hold the wine at the back of the throat till it stung and warmed to the temperature of blood and spit, till we wrung from it the terroir of fields cracked by quake and shadowed by smog; only then, swallowing, choking, grateful, did we appreciate the fullness of its flavor. His face was ferocious and sublime in this moment, cracked open; I saw it briefly behind the mask. He was a man who knew the gradations of pleasure because he knew, like me, the calculus of its loss.
To me that wine was fig and plum; volcanic soil; wheat fields shading to salt stone; sun; leather, well-baked; and finally, most lingering, strawberry. Psychosomatic, I'm sure, but what flavor isn't? I raised my glass to the memory of my drunk in the British market. I imagined him sat across the table, calmed at last, sane among the sane. He would have tasted in that wine the starch of a laundered sheet, perhaps, or the clean smooth shot of his dignity. My employer decanted these deepest longings, mysterious to each diner until it flooded the palate: a lost child's yeasty scalp, the morning breath of a lover, huckleberries, onion soup, the spice of a redwood forest gone up in smoke. It is easy, all these years later, to dismiss that country's purpose as decadent, gluttonous. Selfish. It was those things. But it was, also, this connoisseurship of loss.”
Source: Land of Milk and Honey
“It wasn't uncommon to hear rationalizations of this sort--the longing to transform bad deeds into good ones. No one ever wanted to hear that God didn't work that way; the Lord would never want a young woman to trade her body to follow a commandment. Sins couldn't be laundered by good results.”
Source: Pachinko
“It wasn’t until 2000 that the Census Bureau started letting people choose more than one race category to describe themselves, and
it still only recognizes five standard racial categories: white, black/African-American,
American Indian/Alaska Native, Asian, Native Hawaiian/Pacific Islander.”
Source: Holocaust and Human Behavior
“It wasn't until a burst of hot flame caressed my left hip that a tingling sensation, not unlike magic, crawled down my skin.
Ryker gave a low chuckle. "Of course it's on your perfect ass."
I craned my neck to see. Across my hip and indeed partially down my backside until it brushed the very top of the back of my leg, a pattern was revealed just a few shades darker than my skin. It was like having a lighter sort of henna painted across my hip in the design of scales. Dragon scales.
"What is that?" I asked, startled.
"The mark. My mark." Ryker mused. "The perfect match to my scale pattern, not repeated in any other dragon."
Brushing my fingers over the skin, it didn't feel any different than it had before. It was just decorated now. My preferred black dresses would always cover it up, but my mind wandered to my closet and exactly what I owned that would show off a flash of scales at my hip. I needed to go shopping. "So, it was always there?"
"Always," Ryker answered, a new sort of interest in his eyes. "How does your chest feel?"
I rubbed a hand where the thrumming usually sat, but found it was gone. I had been so distracted by the process of being covered in fire and his taunting hands that didn't burn me that I hadn't noticed when it left.
"I always knew I liked your ass," Ryker said.
I frowned. "It's on my hip," I insisted.
Ryker took one hand and smacked my left cheek, firmly on the mark. Immediately a delicious heat shot through it, running straight between my legs where I twitched in anticipation. Fuck.
"What's the matter, Danica?" Ryker teased out my full name again, leaning down to meet my neck with a kiss.”
Source: Dirty Lying Dragons
“It wasn’t until I actually made the decision to let go of the plane and started falling away that I realized there was no turning back. At that instant, the fear was gone, vanished, defeated by pure excitement and exhilaration. I was stepping into the unknown. I had never felt as wonderful and alive as I did at that moment.”
Source: Above All Else