N Quotes
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“Nobody, I mean nobody, puts ketchup on a hot dog.”
“Nobody, I think, ought to read poetry, or look at pictures or statues, who cannot find a great deal more in them than the poet or artist has actually expressed. Their highest merit is suggestiveness.”
Source: The Complete Works of Nathaniel Hawthorne: Novels, Short Stories, Poems, Essays, Letters and Memoirs (Illustrated): The Scarlet Letter with its Adaptation, The House of the Seven Gables, The Blithedale Romance, Tanglewood Tales, Birthmark, Ghost of Doctor Harris… (Including Biographies and Literary Criticism)
“Nobody, not even the EU, can tell us how to design our tax law. We can solve the problem with license boxes in the Netherlands unilaterally.”
“Nobody, not even the old, not even the despairing, wished to come to an end in time or in eternity.”
Source: Vein of Iron
“nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands”
“Nobody, she felt, understood her-not her mother, not her father, not her sister or brother, none of the girls or boys at school, nadie - except her man.”
Source: Bird of Paradise: How I Became Latina
“Nobody, they say, is a hero to his valet. Of course; for a man must be a hero to understand a hero. The valet, I dare say, has great respect for some person of his own stamp.”
Source: Goethe's Opinions on the World, Mankind, Literature, Science, and Art
“Nobody, who has not been in the interior of a family, can say what the difficulties of any individual of that family may be.”
Source: 8 Books in 1: Jane Austen's Complete Novels. Sense and Sensibility, Pride and Prejudice, Mansfield Park, Emma, Northanger Abbey, Persuasion, Lady Susan, and Love an
“Nobody, who looks at a shard of flint lying beneath a rock ledge, or who finds a splintered log by the side of the road would ever find magic in their solitude. But in the right circumstances, if you bring them together, you can start a fire that consumes the world.”
Source: The Storyteller
“Nobody...likes talking about enforceable international protocols and yet unless there is a real change in attitude, we have to contemplate those very unwelcome possibilities if we want the global economy not to collapse and millions, billions, of people to die.”
“Nobody`s Perfect”
“Nobodys life ever goes according to plan. So why do we keep on planning? Because that's how we know who we are. By what we intend to be. By what we try to become. And fail. I don't say 'fail'. I saw we aim and miss. But we still hit something.”
“Nobodys life is as romantic as it is in fiction.”
“Nobodys perfect. And if you think they are, youre sadly mistaken.”
“Nobody’s as serious about health and fitness as me, and staying fit is my top priority.”
“Nobody’s ever been arrested for a murder; they have only ever been arrested for not planning it properly.”
Source: I Am Pilgrim: A Thriller
“Nobody’s going to save you. No one’s going to cut you down, cut the thorns thick around you. No one’s going to storm the castle walls nor kiss awake your birth, climb down your hair, nor mount you onto the white steed. There is no one who will feed the yearning. Face it. You will have to do, do it yourself.”
“Nobody’s journey is seamless or smooth. We all stumble. We all have setbacks. It’s just life’s way of saying, ‘Time to change course.’”
“Nobuddy ever listened t' reason on a empty stomach.”
Source: Abe Martin: Hoss Sense and Nonsense
“Nobue confundía las cosas: la inteligencia no podía medirse por las notas que uno consiguiera en la escuela. Que una persona sacara buenas notas no lo describía como un ser humano decente.”
Source: Crossfire
“Noch immer spürte er, wie die Magie der Kristalle und Steine nach ihm rief, ihn lockte, doch wieder Platz zu nehmen und sie freizulassen.
Der Stuhl war gefährlich.”
Source: Die Gilde der Schatten
“Noch lange nach der letzten Zigarette können Lungentumore entstehen – erst nach zehn Jahren sinkt das Risiko deutlich.”
Source: Die Krebs-Industrie
“Noche de verano, mar apacible, silencio infinito sobre el bosque y el mar; seres y cosas parecen dormir o meditar más bien, ninguna voz, ningún grito, ningún paso turba la quietud; sólo mi corazón golpea con jubiloso ritmo, cual si hubiese bebido un vino generoso. Algunos insectos penetran por la ventana, atraídos por la luz y el aroma del asado, y su bordoneo torpe va tan pronto a las vigas del techo como a mi calabaza de pólvora, llenándome los oídos y comunicándome su temblor. Son menudos, ágiles, bulliciosos; parecen pensamientos escapados de una cabeza loca.”
“Noche no hay si me hablas por la noche.
Ni soledad, aquí solo en mi cuarto
si tu voz llega, tan sin cuerpo, leve.”
Source: Poesías completas
“Nocht is your fairnes bot ane faiding flour, Nocht is your famous laud and hie honour Bot wind inflat in uther mennis eiris.”
“nocturnal goings on like thunder dreams of a dark, dank hunger...like bitter tendrils of ghostly hands forcing you apart, like the boogeyman hiding in the eternal closet, waiting & wanting
you & me too,..”
Source: HSTQ: Winter 2025
“Nocturnal with a love for night, I'd stay up to see sunlight...”
“Nod house turned into shout
house. In the shout house memory
said shut up. It said silence,
misery said amen, the mule's
head
meant my stubborn lungs. . .
I stood
imagining I fell back dreaming,
stuck tongue stuck in my jaw
broke
my jaw”
Source: Nod House
“Nodding and laughing-
Really, really laughing-
The guards too.
Laughing and nodding and blinking and patting down his hair, the spittle on his chin-
Michael John Myshkin, murderer of children is laughing-
Spittle on his chin, tears on his cheeks.”
Source: Nineteen Eighty Three
“Nodding, I tried to tell myself how Travis didn’t care about me. He hadn’t come for me all these years and he never would. Wanting to be rational, I still felt his rough hands on me. I hurt between my legs like I did when he was done. He had marked me again in the dream and I would never be free.
After a short time, Cooper stood up and walked to the next room. Hating to be alone, I still flinched when he returned. He seemed bigger now. His shoulders wider, his face harsher, his whole demeanor reeked of potential violence.
Instead of hitting me, Cooper lowered a blanket behind the chair so I could cover myself. I stared at him as he sat back down. We studied each other for a long time as I waited for something bad to happen or the fear to fade. Neither occurred, leaving me stuck behind the chair for hours.
Cooper tried twice to caress my face and both times I jerked back and away from his touch. After the second attempt, he stood up and left the room. I heard the front door open and assumed he was leaving. Then, his big ugly dog Rafe waltzed into the room with Cooper following behind.
In his hand, Cooper held a gun and I pushed farther back into the corner. “No one,” he said, kneeling down by the chair, “will come here and take you. If they do, Rafe will wake us up and I’ll kill the fucker. No one is hurting you or taking you away from me. Do you understand?”
Staring into his dark eyes, I did understand. I craned my neck so I could see Rafe comfortable in the corner. When I looked back at Cooper, he sighed.
“Baby, it’s nearly six in the morning. The sun is coming up and you need to sleep. I need rest too, so let’s go to bed and I’ll keep you safe. I won’t even touch you, but I need you to go to bed.”
“You love me,” I said in a rough, exhausted voice.
“More than anything else. I will never let that piece of shit or anyone else come here and hurt you. You are mine and that makes you untouchable. Do you understand?”
Nodding again, I crawled out from behind the chair and Cooper helped me stand. He stepped back, willing to keep his distance to avoid scaring me. Reaching for him, I knew he would keep me safe. If I couldn’t shake the fear of the dream, I could at least know Cooper was someone Travis wouldn’t screw with. Rationally, I knew Travis likely forgot I existed, but I wasn’t rational. I was primal and the monster was always waiting to ruin me again. With Cooper though, I was safe.”
Source: Damaged and the Beast
“Nodding, Parker ate. “He’s an exceptional kisser.”
“He really is. He . . . How do you know?” When Parker just smiled, Emma’s jaw dropped. “You? You and Jack? When? How?”
“I think it’s disgusting,” Mac muttered. “Yet another best pal moving on my imaginary ex.”
“Two kisses, my first year at Yale, after we ran into each other at a party and he walked me back to the dorm. It was nice. Very nice. But as exceptional a kisser as he is, it was too much like kissing my brother. And as exceptional a kisser as I am, I believe he felt it was too much like kissing his sister. And that’s how we left it. I gather that wasn’t an issue for you and Jack.”
Source: Bed of Roses
“Nodding your head, saying yeah, yeah and pretending to know things you don't is right up there with one of the worst things you can do when you hire someone to help you and your career.”
“Nodding, Cery strode to the door and stepped through. Though the burly guards eyes him suspiciously, Cery smiled back. Never make enemies of someone's lackeys, his father had taught him. Better still, make them like you a lot.”
“Nodig is toch alleen: eenzaamheid, een grote innerlijke eenzaamheid. Zichzelf aan de tand voelen en urenlang niemand ontmoeten, dat moet men kunnen bereiken. Eenzaam zijn zoals je als kind eenzaam was toen de volwassenen in zaken verwikkeld rondliepen die belangrijk en groot leken, omdat de grote mensen er zo bedrijvig uitzagen en je van hun doen en laten niets begreep. En als je dan op een dag inziet dat hun bezigheden armzalig zijn, hun beroepen verstard en niet meer verbonden met het leven, waarom dan niet er met de ogen van een kind naar blijven kijken als naar iets vreemds, en wel vanuit de diepte van je eigen wereld, vanuit de weidsheid van je eigen eenzaamheid, die zelf werk is, status en beroep?
- Rome, 23 december 1903”
Source: Letters to a Young Poet
“Nods from the Gilded pointers -
Nods from the Seconds slim -
Decades of Arrogance between
The Dial life -
And Him -”
Source: Dickinson
“noe å leve for,noe å dø for”
“Noel [Charles, husband] and I love cooking. He does his cooking and I do mine. I'm the traditional English cook, with a twist now and then. Because I was married to an Italian, I'm also pretty good at Italian food. Noel, he can cook anything, so can Julian.”
“NOEL: And even when I don't stay up until midnight, I still enjoy the tradition of New Year's resolutions. What can I say? I like setting personal goals and challenging myself to improve. I suppose I could do it on any day of the year, but the New Year is as good a day as any. It's a fresh start.”
Source: New Year's Thieve
“Noel Coward said work is more fun than fun, but then he didn't work in the Bird's Eye factory packing frozen fish fingers nine hours a day, did he?”
“Noel ducked to the lower cabinets – a percussion of pots and pans clanged into each other.
“Are you intentionally trying not to listen to me?”
His head popped above the counter. “I resent that. I’m a great listener. Just ask the TV.”
Emily rolled her eyes. “Alright. I had…”
Noel heard her swallow and he suddenly wanted to knock himself out with the frying pan.
“…relations…with a mortal, Tommy.”
He ducked again, this time from embarrassment. He groaned silently, wishing she’d turn and walk away before she said what he knew was coming.
“It wasn’t quite the same as it was when I was human. It didn’t—”
“Please you, yeah I got it,” he blurted. “Please, for the love of God, stop.”
Source: Metamorphosis
“Noel's face is the face men wear when they fear the woman in front of them is crazy. Men are frightened by crazy women.”
Source: Night Side of the River
“Noel slopped, sloshed, splashed and squished through the mud - oh, what fun it was.”
Source: Noel At The Marketplace
“NOEL: You can get excited about the future. The past won't mind.”
Source: New Year's Thieve
“Noelle slid up Rachel's body and turned her face with a gentle hand on her cheek. "Ace has to make his choice," she murmured, stroking Rachel's lips. "He doesn't get to lock you away from pleasure because he's all tangle up. You're made for joy.”
Source: Beyond Jealousy
“Noelle stirred at the sound of Clara's voice and pointed her nose in Clara's direction." Snowflakes, Cupcakes & Kittens”
Source: Snowflakes, Cupcakes & Kittens
“Noelle was an open book—most of the time. She didn’t bother hiding who she was, and I respected that. But the topic of her parents? That was a door she kept bolted shut. It stirred up an instinct I didn’t usually have for strangers—to defend her from whatever hurt lay behind that door. It wasn’t the same as looking out for my brother and sisters, or even the guys in my unit. This was different. More visceral. I wanted to shield her from whatever caused her pain and make it right.”
Source: Christmas Cancellation a Holiday Romance
“Noemi wondered if High Place had robbed her of her illusions, or if they were meant to be shattered all along. Marriage could hardly be like the passionate romances one read about in books. It seemed to her, in fact, a rotten deal. Men would be solicitous and well behaved when they courted a woman, asking her out to parties and sending her flowers, but once they married. the flowers wilted. You didn't have married men posting love letters to their wives. That's why Noemí tended to cycle through admirers. She worried a man would be briefly impressed with her luster, only to lose interest later on. There was also the excitement of the chase, the delight that flew through her veins when she knew a suitor was bewitched with her. Besides, boys her age were dull, always talking about the parties they had been to the previous week or the one they were planning to go to the week after. Easy, shallow men. Yet the thought of anyone more substantial made her nervous, for she was trapped between competing de sires, a desire for a more meaningful connection and the desire to never change. She wished for eternal youth and endless merriment.”
Source: Mexican Gothic
“Noemy says, “I guess it’s just the idea of love I miss. And, well, it was a good kiss.” Her smile turns rueful. “At least I got some practice.”
A wonderful idea occurs to Abel. “Do you need more practice?”
“Huh?”
“We could practice, if you wanted."He smiles as he starts to explain."Remember what I told you on Genesis? I’m programmed with a wide array of techniques for providing physical pleasure, via every activity from kissing to the more arcane positions for sexual intercourse. Although I’ve never performed any of them before, I’m confident I could do so very skillfully.” She stares at him, eyes wide. Since she is swift to voice objections if she has them, Abel takes her silence as an encouraging sign.
So he sits up on the bed to explain the further compelling reasons now coming to mind. “Humans need a certain amount of physical release and comfort in order to be psychologicallly healthy. You’ve been away from your family and friends for some time, and have endured considerable trauma, suggesting you are in even greater need than usual. I have all the information and technique necessary to be an excellent partner, my body is designed to be appealing, and of course I can neither carry disease nor impregnate you. We have total privacy and many hours of spare time. Conditions for intercourse would seem to be ideal.”
Source: Defy the Stars
“Noen mennesker går rundt sånn, med et oppløst, ødelagt selv, med en personlighet som er så knust at det eneste som kan gi dem en form for sammenheng og identitet, er den kontinuerlige ensomheten de lever med fra de fødes til de dør.”
Source: Tingenes tilstand
“Nog altijd komt het me voor als een weeffout in de schepping dat je op een dag niet meer naar de sluis fietst, geen bommetjes meer maakt in een flodderig zwembroekje, niet meer met elkaar worstelt en glad en rap als zeeleeuwen onder water zwemt om meisjes onder te trekken - dat je daar uitgroeit, te groot voor wordt, heb ik altijd beschouwd als een teken dat de ziel bestaat, en dat ze kan bederven.”
Source: Caesarion