L Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with L. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“Let me go to hell, that's all I ask, and go on cursing them there, and them look down and hear me, that might take some of the shine off their bliss.”
Source: The Complete Short Prose, 1929-1989
“Let me go to hell, that's all i ask.”
“Let me go to the house of the Father.”
“Let me go where love is abundant, peace is plentiful, and joy is in the air.”
“Let me go!” I snarl at him, trying to wrest my arm from his grasp. “I can’t,” he says.”
Source: Mockingjay (The Hunger Games, Book 3)
“Let me go, let me go.”
“Let me go.” “I can’t”, he said hoarsely, (…)” I’ve tried a hundred times to let you go, Victoria, but I can’t.”
Source: Once and Always
“Let me go: take back thy gift: Why should a man desire in any way To vary from the kindly race of men, Or pass beyond the goal of ordinance Where all should pause, as is most meet for all? ...Why wilt thou ever scare me with thy tears, And make me tremble lest a saying learnt, In days far-off, on that dark earth, be true? ‘The Gods themselves cannot recall their gifts.’ - Tithonus”
“Let me guess," Seven said last night. "The first was a rebound. The second was married."
How'd you know?"
He laughed. "Because you're a cliché.”
Source: My Sister's Keeper
“Let me guess," the frog interrupted,"Like every other human explored I've even met, you want to know the meaning of life."
"I didn't-"
"The answer's forty-four. The machine was off by two" the frog snapped, "Believe me, it makes a world of difference...”
“Let me guess. With a name like Sorrengail, I bet you were the first to volunteer this year.'
'I was more like volun-told.”
Source: Fourth Wing
“Let me guess, you could smell my perfume. Isn't that what always gives the heroine away in books?'
He scoffs. 'I command shadows, but sure, it was your perfume that gave you away.”
Source: Fourth Wing
“Let me guess. You think we’re going to live happily ever after, like some stupid fairy tale?”
“Why not?” His stare dared me to laugh or, worse, to argue.
“Because the whole thing is ridiculous,” I said. I despised the bitterness in my own voice. I sounded so damaged. Good. If he thought I was his soul mate for some mysterious reason he wouldn’t let on, let him see the worst of me.
“It’s not ridiculous to me. Perhaps that’s the difference between predators and prey, love. I’ll never stop hunting. But I expect that one day, you’ll stop running.”
“Because I want to die?”
“Because you want to live.”
Source: Wicked as They Come
“Let me guess, Velkan wants to see me? (Esperetta) No. The only thing His Highness would like to see in regards to you, Princess, is your disembowelment. (Raluca)”
“Let me guess,' Ian said in a voice like ice. 'You fell on a rock.”
Source: The Host
“Let me guess,” Eli said, his voice that low, even timbre, as always. “Drinking from kegs also falls under outdoor activity.” I just looked at him, standing there in jeans and the same blue hoodie he’d had on the first time I met him. Maybe it was the embarrassment, which had been bad enough before I had an audience, but I was instantly annoyed. I said, “Are we outside?” He glanced round, as if needing to confirm this. “Nope.” “Then no.” I turned my attention back to the keg.”
Source: Along for the Ride
“Let me guess. Luke an Amatis are at the Accords Hall, having another meeting.” “Yeah. I think they’re having the meeting where they get together and decide what other meetings they need to have.”
Source: Cassandra Clare: The Mortal Instrument Series (4 books): City of Bones; City of Ashes; City of Glass; City of Fallen Angels
“Let me guess. The big one is due in on the north shore? (Dante) Yes. So let’s make this quick. I have a board, a wave, and a babe with my name on them and I would like to take advantage of all three. (Savitar)”
Source: Unleash The Night
“Let me guess: you're secretly a wizard who was raised by muggles.”
Source: Gone Series Complete Collection: Gone, Hunger, Lies, Plague, Fear, Light
“Let me have a faithful account of all that concerns you; I would know everything, be it ever so unfortunate. Perhaps by mingling my sighs with yours I may make your sufferings less, for it is said that all sorrows divided are made lighter.”
Source: The Letters of Abélard and Héloïse
“Let me have men about me that are fat, Sleek-headed-men, and such as sleep o'nights; Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look; he thinks too much; such men are dangerous.”
“Let me have men about me that are fat... Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look. He thinks too much: such men are dangerous.”
“Let me have my own way in exactly everything and a sunnier and pleasanter creature does not exist.”
“Let me have the boy!”
“Beg pardon?”
“You mean to kill me, so do it. But let me have the boy. A kiss, Sir, that’s all I ask. A kiss, that is the world. I’m too drunk for anything else!”
“Please, Master, I can’t endure this,” I said.
“Then, how will you endure eternity, my child? Don’t you know that’s what I mean to give you? What power under God is there that can break me?” He threw a fierce glance at me, but it seemed more artifice than true emotion.
“I’ve learned my lessons,” I said. “I only hate to see him die.”
“Ah, yes, then you have learnt. Martino, kiss my child if he’ll allow it, and mark you, be gentle when you do.”
It was I who leant across the table now and planted my kiss on the man’s cheek. He turned and caught my mouth with his, hungry, sour with wine, but enticingly, electrically hot.
The tears sprang to my eyes. I opened my mouth to him and let his tongue come into me. And with my eyes shut, I felt it quiver and his lips become tight, as if they had been turned to hard metal clamped to me and unable to close.
My Master had him, had his throat, and the kiss was frozen, and I, weeping, put out my hand blindly to find the very place in his neck where my Master’s evil teeth had driven in. I felt my Master’s silky lips, I felt the hard teeth beneath them, I felt the tender neck.
I opened my eyes and pulled myself away. My doomed Martino sighed and moaned and closed his lips and sat back in my Master’s grip with his eyes half-mast.
He turned his head slowly towards my Master. In a small raw drunken voice, he spoke. “For Bianca…”
“For Bianca,” I said. I sobbed, muffling it with my hand.
My Master drew up. With his left hand, he smoothed back Martino’s damp and tangled hair. “For Bianca,” he said into his ear.
“Never…never should have let her live,” came the last sighing words from Martino. His head fell over my master’s right arm.
My Master kissed the back of his head, and let him slip down onto the table.
“Charming to the last,” said he. “Just a real poet to the bottom of his soul.”
Source: The Vampire Armand
“Let me have war, say I: it exceeds peace as far as day does night; it's spritely, waking, audible, and full of vent. Peace is a very apoplexy, lethargy; mulled, deaf, sleepy, insensible; a getter of more bastard children than war's a destroyer of men.”
Source: Coriolanus
“Let me have war, say I; it exceeds peace as far as day does night; it's spritely, waking, audible, and full of vent.”
“Let me have your abyss.”
Source: Map: Collected and Last Poems
“Let me hear the music. I'ma let the music instruct me on which way to go. Forwards, backwards, left, right. It's like boxing. I'm only as strong as my opponent.”
“Let me hear your body talk.”
“Let me hear your roar through these tempest of sensations.”
“Let me help you bear it”
Source: Short stories
“Let me help you replace the fear and helplessness. I can erase it. I promise,' he whispered, guiding me back until I was lying down once more. 'Let me be enough, at least for tonight.”
Source: A Kingdom of Flesh and Fire
“Let me help you rinse your hair."
His voice had deepened and it made a shock go through her, low in her belly. He rose and crossed to where a pitcher stood on the hearth. She didn't turn, but she could hear him moving behind her, and it struck her that she'd seldom been waited upon before in her life- and never by a gentleman.
"Sit a little forward." He was suddenly close. "Close your eyes and tilt your head back."
The water flowed over her scalp, warm and soothing, but her skin was prickled with goose bumps nonetheless.
"Once more, I think," he said, his voice so near, his hands large and sure, and he poured again. "There."
She sat back, wringing the water from her hair with fingers that trembled. She could hear him setting down the pitcher and she wasn't sure what to do. This was so far outside any experience she'd ever before had or imagined...
Bridget cleared her throat, but her voice was husky when she spoke. "Can you hand me a cloth for my hair?"
"Let me." He expertly wrapped a cloth around her head, keeping her clean hair out of the water. "Now you look like an Ottoman sultana." His fingers lingered on the back of her neck, stroking.
She closed her eyes, feeling her nipples throb. Oh, God, he'd barely touched her yet.
She inhaled and tried to smile, but found she was too tense. "Is... is there another cloth with which to dry myself?"
The fingers left as he reseated himself, his cheek propped on his knuckles. "But you haven't washed yourself, sweet Brid-get." He snapped off the t of her name with a click of his tongue. "I'm sure you wouldn't want to miss..." His gaze seemed to penetrate the now-clouded water before rising and meeting her own eyes with a devilish gleam. "Well, everything.”
Source: Duke of Sin
“Let me here call attention to one of the most universally popular mistakes that have to do with photography - that of classing supposedly excellent work as professional, and using the term amateur to convey the idea of immature productions and to excuse atrociously poor photographs.”
Source: Stieglitz on photography: his selected essays and notes
“Let me here remind you that the essence of dramatic tragedy is not unhappiness. It resides in the solemnity of the remorseless working of things. This inevitableness of destiny can only be illustrated in terms of human life by incidents which in fact involve unhappiness. For it is by them that the futility of escape can be made evident in the drama. This remorseless inevitableness is what pervades scientific thought. The laws of physics are the decrees of fate.”
“Let me hold on to this the way it was, before I knew anything else.”
Source: How They Met and Other Stories
“Let Me hold you once again.”
Source: Be Held By Him: Finding God When Life Knocks You Off Your Feet
“Let me hold your hand and walk with me”
“Let me hold your hand so I know you're not a hallucination or a figment of my imagination.”
Source: Nothing but My Body
“Let me implore the reader to try to believe, if only for a moment, that God, who made these deserving people, may really be right when He thinks that their modest prosperity and the happiness of their children are not enough to make them blessed: that all this must fall from them in the end, and if they have not learned to know Him they will be wretched. And therefore He troubles them, warning them in advance of an insufficiency that one day they will have to discover. The life to themselves and their families stands between them and the recognition of their need; He makes that life less sweet to them.
If God were proud He would hardly have us on such terms: but He is not proud, He stoops to conquer, He will have us even though we have shown that we prefer everything else to Him, and come to Him because there is 'nothing better' now to be had.”
Source: The Problem of Pain
“Let me in, Emily, and I swear to you that you'll never regret it.”
Ethan Sterling in Private Emotions”
Source: The Private Emotions Trilogy Romance Novels
“Let me in, I wanna be your friend, I wanna guard your dreams and visions.”
Source: Born to Run
“Let me in the wall
You've built around
We can light a match
And burn it down
Let me hold your hand
And dance 'round and 'round the flames
In front of us
Dust to dust”
“Let me in, immigration man, can I cross the line and pray, I can stay another day? Won't you let me in, immigration man? I won't toe your line today, I can't see it anyway.”
“Let me indicate here how men can prove that their words are their own: let them put their preaching into practice.”
Source: Letters from a Stoic
“Let me inform you of something,” he says in a low voice. “The moment my lips touch yours, it will be your first kiss. Because if you’ve never felt anything when someone’s kissed you, then no one’s ever really kissed you. Not the way I plan on kissing you.”
Source: Hopeless
“Let me insist and emphasise it because I would like all of my sannyasins to be creative in some way. To me, creativity is of tremendous import. An uncreative person is not a religious person at all.”
“Let me into the darkness again.”
Source: Prose and poetry
“Let me into the secrets you would prefer no one to know.”
Source: The Letters of the Younger Pliny
“Let me introduce my friend, Cat.’ The redhead, and for some reason, she looked familiar. ‘Her husband Bones’ – here Vlad smiled coolly at the short-haired brunet – ‘is not my friend.”