P Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with P. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“Pulling back, Oliver stared into Felipe’s eyes. In their depths, he thought he could count the years they would have together like rings on a tree. If he had his way, there would be many, but he wanted more. He wanted eternity with Felipe.”
Source: The Reanimator's Soul
“Pulling bad science apart is the best teaching gimmick I know for explaining how good science really works.”
Source: I Think You'll Find It's a Bit More Complicated Than That
“Pulling heads off Barbies, sticking them on the TV antenna and ruining the reception. But thats how witch babies are.”
Source: Weetzie Bat
“Pulling her between his spread thighs, he wrapped her in a comforting hug. After a long time, he spoke quietly into her hair. "Beatrix. One of the reasons I haven't made love to you since that afternoon is that I didn't want to take advantage of you again."
"You didn't," she protested. "I gave myself to you freely."
"Yes, I know." Christopher kissed her head. "You were generous, and beautiful, and so passionate that you've ruined me for any other woman. But it wasn't what I had intended for your first time. Tonight I'm going to make amends."
Beatrix shivered at the sensual promise of his tone. "There's no need. But if you insist..."
"I do insist." He smoothed his hand over her back and continued to hold her, making her feel safe. And then he began to kiss his way along the side of her neck, his mouth hot and deliberate, and she began to feel not entirely safe. She drew in a quick breath as he lingered at a sensitive place.”
Source: Love in the Afternoon
“Pulling in opportunities allows us to propel ahead.”
Source: Actualize Your Dreams: From Wishful Thinking to Reality
“Pulling me into his arms, he trailed light kisses from my ear to my neck, almost making me forget how late I was running.I pushed him away. “You better stop that, or we’re never getting out of here.”“My thoughts exactly.”
Source: Flight
“Pulling my hand away, he rose, slanting his head to kiss me deeply as he pushed me onto my back, with his weight draped over me. “I’ve never had anything that was my own,” he said against my mouth. “Nothing that was ever for just me and no one else. I’ve never been anyone’s first.” He kissed me and then lifted his head. I stared into his eyes. “I’ve never been anyone’s only.”
That made my heart ache for him as I raised my hand, pressing my palm against his cheek. “You’re my first,” I whispered. “You’re…you’re my only.”
His lips parted. “You can’t say that and not mean it.”
I held his gaze as my chest swelled. “I mean it.”
He smoothed his thumb over my lip. “I really am a lucky son of a bitch.”
Source: The Return
“Pulling off a zebra-print dress can be challenging for some.”
“Pulling off the fat diamond engagement ring,
pulling off the elopement wedding ring,
and holding them, clicking them
in thumb and forefinger,
the indent of twenty-five years,
like a tiny rip leaving its mark.”
Source: 45 Mercy Street
“Pulling on your country's shirt is the greatest honour a footballer can have. It's what I always dreamed of as a kid and I get a buzz every time.”
“Pulling out a stick of lilac chalk, Dina added "besotted briouats" to the list, followed by "rosy-cheeked ghriba." The briouats--- melt-in-your-mouth filo pastry filled with honey and almonds--- were heavenly, even without the spell that made you feel like you'd been kissed on the forehead by a loved one. The ghriba, decadently soft sugar cookies with rosewater essence and lemon zest, were laced with a spell to warm up the fingers and toes.”
Source: Best Hex Ever
“Pulling out his daggers, he kept them in his sleeves, just in case he happened upon someone who wouldn’t understand why a tall, dark-haired man wearing really dark sunglasses and unseasonably warm clothing would be armed to his fangs. Really, Officer, I was trying to protect humanity by killing these things that suck human souls out to live past their twenty-seventh birthday just didn’t cut it. Why no one would believe that, he couldn’t imagine. Really, the audacity of modern courts and judges.’ – Sundown”
Source: Retribution
“Pulling out the chair beneath your mind And watching you fall upon God What else is there for Hafiz to do that is any fun in this world!”
“Pulling the chair out for me, he invited me to sit.
I stood there wondering if I could sprint for the nearest exit. Stupid strappy shoes, I'd never make it.
He leaned in close and whispered in my ear, "I know what you're thinking, and I'm not going to let you escape again. You can either take a seat and have dinner with me like a normal date," he grinned at his word choice, "or," he paused thoughtfully then threatened, "you can sit on my lap while I force-feed you.”
Source: Tiger's Curse
“Pulling the threadbare sheet over her shoulder, she rolled onto her side away from him. Cries, deep and gun-wrenching built in her chest, threatening to steal away what air was left in her lungs.
She didn't care that Bucket Man sat a foot away, witnessing her lose what grip she had left on reality.
She had nothing.
Her memory was gone and she was already half dead. Her only friend was agony, and she was the daughter of a monster.”
Source: Phantom's Daughter
“Pulling through is what people do around here. There is a kind of bravery in their lives that isn’t bravery at all. It is automatic, unflinching, a mix of man and machine, consuming and unquestionable obligation meeting illness move for move in a giant even-steven game of chess – an unending round of something that looks like shadowboxing, though between love and death, which is the shadow? “Everyone admires us for our courage,” says one man. “They have no idea what they’re talking about.”
“Courage requires options,” the man adds.
“There are options,” says a woman with a thick suede headband. “You could give up. You could fall apart.”
“No you can’t. Nobody does. I’ve never seen it,” says the man. “Well, not really fall apart.”
Source: Birds of America: Stories
“Pulling to a stop in front of Aly’s house, I take a deep breath. With a flick of my wrist, I cut the engine and listen to the silence. I’ve sat in this exact spot more times than I can count. In many ways, Aly’s house is like my sanctuary. A place I go when my own home feels like a graveyard. I glance up at the bedroom window of the girl who knows me better than anyone, the only person I let see me cry after Dad died. I won’t let this experiment take that or her away from me.
Tonight, I’m going to prove that Aly and I can go back to our normal, easy friendship.
Throwing open my door, I trudge up her sidewalk, plant my feet outside her front door, and ring the bell.
“Coming!”
I step back and see Aly stick her head out of her second-story window.
“No problem,” I call back up. “Take your time.”
More time to get my head on straight.
Aly disappears behind a film of yellow curtain, and I turn to look out at the quiet neighborhood. Up and down the street, the lights blink on, filling the air with a low hum that matches the thrumming of my nerves. Across the street, old Mr. Lawson sits at his usual perch under a gigantic American flag, drinking beer and mumbling to himself. Two little girls ride their bikes around the cul-de-sac, smiling and waving. Just a normal, run-of-the-mill Friday night. Except not.
I thrust my hands into my pockets, jiggling the loose change from my Taco Bell run earlier tonight, and grab my pack of Trident. I toss a stick into my mouth and chew furiously. Supposedly, the smell of peppermint can calm your nerves.
I grab a second stick and shove it in, too.
With the clacking sound of Aly’s shoes approaching the door behind me, I remind myself again about tonight’s mission. All I need is focus. I take another deep breath for good measure and rock back on my heels, ready to greet my best friend. She opens the door, wearing a black dress molded to her skin, and I let the air out in one big huff.”
Source: The Fine Art of Pretending
“Pulling together is the aim of despotism and tyranny. Free men pull in all kinds of directions.”
Source: The Truth: Stage Adaptation
“Pulling weeds and planting seeds. That's the story of life. We are individual lots on which either weeds of selfishness or fruit of the Holy Spirit grows and flourishes.”
Source: Moments Together for Couples: 365 Daily Devotions for Drawing Near to God & One Another
“Pulling your pants up while a police officer is pointing his gun at you is known to produce this legal response: BANG, BANG! BANG! BANG! You are dead.”
“Pulling yourself up again is the most important part of your life. Getting out of the bottom that you put everything into - yourself!”
“Pulls readers in with an ironic, breezy portrait of sinister high school competitiveness. Deft and extraordinarily accomplished.”
“Pullulating in the dim woods—and gently
trembling—and dilating in the light,
the water ripples; and just now she veils her rite,
just now through all her pale veins she
shivers in discovering a little valley
of nuptials where there are yet in sight
the vestiges of corpses that in the delight
of love had entwined under Selene’s scrutiny.
Selene is dead; the Argives are dead;
their wedding beds—abandoned; in the sovereign stand
of the night’s silence the water’s tumults cease;
but still from time to time I think I hear ahead
the gurgling of an urn that a hand
pours invisibly in that peace.
(Trans. Michael Shindler)”
“Pully, hauly, tug with a will; the gods wiggle waggle, but the sky stands still.”
“Pulp existed for 12 years before we got famous. Now, you could say that was just lack of imagination, but it's some kind of quality isn't it? Tenacity. You could also say it was sloth.”
“Pulp Fiction is a, uh, gritty, urban satire. Pump Friction is a uh-uh, a bunch of uh, dudes and ladies having dirty sex.”
“Pulp Fiction is my favorite movie of all time.”
“Pulp Fiction won the Palme d'Or and people said: "Wait a minute, he's actually smart and he knows what he's doing!" I feel that with Hostel, any time you make a film like that it's going to illicit a strong reaction and you can't worry about that.”
“Pulp Fiction' was probably one of the first films I ever saw that really kind of took effect on me. I was about four years old - obviously wasn't supposed to be seeing that film; my sister kind of sneaked it out and we got to see it. She's older than me. That was something I always used to watch.”
“Pulpy red slop seeped, then spewed from her eye sockets so forcefully that her eyeballs were propelled from her face like cannonballs blasting
from a cannon.”
Source: The Puppet Carver: An AFK Book (Five Nights at Freddy’s: Fazbear Frights #9)
“Pulque - lightning nectar for the Gods.”
“Pulsa em mim uma vontade de viver assassina, capaz inclusive de me matar.”
Source: Asfixia
“Pulsation: Pulsation is a foundational concept in Reichian therapy that describes the innate, rhythmic expansion and contraction of life energy (orgone) within all living organisms. Reich identified pulsation as the core biological function.”
Source: Crossing the Forbidden Highway: The Untold Story of Orgone, Body Therapy, and Suppressed Emotion
“Pulse as an active means of expression, Stravinsky and Beethoven are the two masters of that.”
“Pulse proximity is not intimacy.”
“Pulver's skills as a post-Beat visionary are in rare form. A House of Hollow Wounds is a thrilling foray into the dark frontier of the weird.”
“Pulvis et umbra sumsu." ~ Horace, Odes ("We are dust and Shadows")”
“Pulvis et umbra sumus.”
Source: Iron Gold II
“Pulvis et umbra sumus," said James once, out loud in class, after hearing too many whispers. "My father says that sometimes. We are but dust and shadows. Maybe I'm just -getting a head start on all of you.”
Source: Tales from the Shadowhunter Academy
“Pulvis et umbra sumus. (We are but dust and shadow.)”
Source: The Odes of Horace
“Pulvis et umbra sumus. It's a line from Horace. 'We are dust and shadows'. Appropriate, don't you think?" Will said. "It's not a long life, killing demons; one tends to die young, and then they burn your body - dust to dust, in the literal sense. And then we vanish into the shadows of history, nary a mark on the page of a mundane book to remind the world that once we existed at all.”
Source: The Infernal Devices: Clockwork Angel; Clockwork Prince; Clockwork Princess
“Pumapasok na nga ang 1975. Sana'y isang maganda at payapa kahit di na masaganang bagong taon. Isang taon ng kaligtasan sa mga di-pagkakaunawaan, sakit, aksidente, raids, mass arrest, encounter, assassination, at mga pa-traidor ng kamatayan!”
Source: Dekada '70
“Pumping iron is Zen for violent men”
Source: Shantaram
“Pumpkin compote in a masa shell," she says. "It's a new recipe I'm going to try this week."
"So, a pumpkin tamale? You know you can just call it a pumpkin tamale. Nobody's going to be impressed because you used some fancy words."
Her mouth turns down. "Thank you for the editorial. Just try it."
I take a bite. It's good. Better than I expected. The balance of cinnamon and nutmeg is perfect, a hint of allspice. And some ingredient I can't place. Almost... coppery? But it works.”
Source: Hungry Hearts: 13 Tales of Food & Love
“Pumpkin pie is a living symbol of mediocrity. The best pumpkin pie you ever ate wasn't all that much different from the worst pumpkin pie you ever ate.”
“Pumpkin spice lattes are egg nog for morning people.”
“Pumpkin, stop rubbing your ass against me. We gotta go! I don’t have time to do you now. Prioritize, woman.”
Source: Play
“Pumpkins are the only living organisms with triangle eyes.”
“Pumpkins boil through the roof. There is no proof. Majority cry for pain. Many play with rain. All in all we run wild. There left is no child. Generations damaged.”
“Pumpkins. That's what we resemble--
pumpkins, in our orange graduation robes.
'This color makes me look so fat,'
Angie says, straightening her cap.
'Why can't our school have decent colors?'
'You're not fat,' Michael says, dressed in shirt and tie.
You're glowing. Like a nuclear pumpkin.
Very attractive, really.”
Source: Formerly Shark Girl