T Quotes
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“Tell me again what you said at the revel,” he says, climbing over me, his body against mine.
“What?” I can barely think.
“That you hate me,” he says, his voice hoarse. “Tell me that you hate me.”
“I hate you,” I say, the words coming out like a caress. I say it again, over and over. A litany. An enchantment. A ward against what I really feel. “I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.”
He kisses me harder.
“I hate you,” I breathe into his mouth. “I hate you so much that sometimes I can’t think of anything else.”
Source: The Wicked King
“Tell me again what you said at the revel,' he says, climbing over me, his body against mine.
'What?' I can barely think.
'That you hate me,' he says, his voice hoarse. 'Tell me what you hate me.'
'I hate you,' I say, the words coming out like a caress. I say it again, over and over. A litany. An enchantment. A ward against what I really feel. 'I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.'
He kisses me harder.
'I hate you,' I breathe in to his mouth. 'I hate you so much that sometimes I can't think of anything else.'
At that, he makes a harsh, low sound.”
Source: The Wicked King
“Tell me again why some woman hasn't scooped you up?"
"I'm not the marrying kind."
"It's a pity.”
Source: Four Weddings and a Werewolf
“Tell me all about it, dear; tell me all about everything, for there is nothing which interests you which will not be dear to me.”
Source: Dracula
“Tell me all of the things that make you feel at ease”
“Tell me all the things I'm going to forget."
"With every person it's different."
"Will I forget to love you?"
"I hope not."
"Don't let me forget to love you.”
Source: Morningside Heights
“Tell me all the things you love about yourself?
I love.. my strength, my wisdom and my courage.
My compassion, kindness and sensitivity.
My humor, good heart and positivity.
I love my loyalty, my creativity and intelligence.
My motivation, perseverance and passion.
My ability to love unconditionally, my honesty, and integrity.
My connection to self, to source and my intuition.
I love my independence, thoughtfulness, and uniqueness.
My open mind, my joy of making others laugh, and my acceptance of change,
My self-discipline, my gratitude and my ability to dream big.”
Source: Daily Rituals: Positive Affirmations for Love, Happiness, and Peace.
“Tell me and I forget, teach me and I may remember, involve me and I learn.”
“Tell me and I forget. Teach me and I remember. Involve me and I learn.”
“Tell me anything that’s going on in your relationship right now and I’ll show you how it’s related to your sensuality or lack thereof.”
“Tell me anything that’s going right in your relationship right now and I’ll show you how it’s related to your sensuality or lack thereof.”
“Tell me anything. Tell me everything. Revoke our time apart. Love me fierce in danger.”
Source: White Jazz
“Tell me anyway--Maybe I can find the truth by comparing the lies.”
“Tell me, are you a sinner, or are you sin herself?”
Source: Ellipsis: A Love Story
“Tell me,' Artemus whispered, 'when you dream, do you dream of the stars?”
Source: The Raven King
“Tell me, as a pagan, who do you worship?'
'Worship?'
'That's right. I imagine you must have a pretty wide open field. So to whom do you set up your household altar? To whom do you bow down? To whom do you pray to at dawn and at dusk?'
'The female principle. It's an empowerment thing. You know.'
'Indeed. And this female principle of yours. Does she have a name?'
'She's the goddess within us all. She doesn't need a name.'
'Ah,' said Wednesday, with a wide monkey grin, 'so do you hold mighty bacchanals in her honour? Do you drink blood wine under the full moon, while scarlet candles burn in silver candle holders? Do you step naked into the seafoam, chanting ecstactically to your nameless goddess while the waves lick at your legs, lapping your thighs like the tongues of a thousand leopards?”
Source: American Gods
“Tell me, Atlas.
What is heavier:
The world or its people's hearts?
— Atlas still stands but does anyone else?”
Source: Howling at the Moon
“Tell me Cameron Ann Morgan, what do you want to be when you grow up?... Alive”
“Tell me, Chase. Tell me what I think I already know. Tell me what you’re feeling. I feel it too, I do.' My slaughtered heart stitches back together, more solid than ever. `I love you,' I whisper. `I love you so fucking much.”
Source: I Stand Before You
“Tell me, Choi Yoori...are your lips as soft as they look?”
Source: Welcome to the Underworld
“Tell me,” Cole coaxed again, “how would you handle me?”
“Well,” she began hesitantly, her eyes locked on his, “I suppose I’d begin by telling you what a fine figure of a man you are. How handsome—”
“Forget about my pretty face,” he interrupted.”
Source: Captured
“Tell me, Constantine, who was afraid of what?"
There was no sense in answering. No matter what Con said, Ulrik would never admit that he was wrong and Con was right.”
Source: Smoldering Hunger
“Tell me, could you love me?' he asks, seemingly out of nowhere.
'Of course.' I laugh, not sure of the answer I am supposed to give. But the question is so oddly phrased that I can hardly deny him. I love my parents' murderer; I suppose I could love anyone. I'd like to love him.
'I wonder,' he says. 'What would you do for me?'
'I don't know what you mean.' This riddling figure with flinty eyes isn't the Locke who stood on the rooftop of his estate and spoke so gently to me or who chased me, laughing, through its halls. I am not quite sure who this Locke is, but he has put me entirely off balance.
'Would you forswear a promise for me?' He is smiling at me as though he's teasing.
'What promise?' He sweeps me around him, my leather slippers pirouetting over the packed earth. In the distance, a piper begins to play.
'Any promise,' he says lightly, although it is no light thing he is asking.
'I guess it depends,' I say, because the real answer, a flat no, isn't what anyone wants to hear.
'Do you love me enough to give me up?' I am sure my expression is stricken. He leans closer. 'Isn't that a test of love?'
'I- I don't know,' I say. All this must be leading up to some declaration on his part, either of affection or of a lack of it.
'Do you love me enough to weep over me?' The words are spoken against my neck. I can feel his breath, making the tiny hairs stand up, making me shudder with an odd combination of desire and discomfort.
'You mean if you were hurt?'
'I mean if I hurt you.'
My skin prickles. I don't like this. But at least I know what to say. 'If you hurt me, I wouldn't cry. I would hurt you back.'
His step falters as we sweep over the floor. 'I'm sure you'd-'
And then he breaks off speaking, looking behind him. I can barely think. My face is hot. I dread what he will say next.
'Time to change partners,' a voice says, and I look to see that it's the worst possible person: Cardan. 'Oh,' he says to Locke. 'Did I steal your line?”
Source: The Cruel Prince
“Tell me, do you abandon your house because it's burning or do you find water to put out the fire?”
“Tell me, Doctor, are you afraid of death?"
"I guess it depends on how you die.”
Source: The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
“Tell me, Eric,” he said, licking a droplet from the corner of his mouth. “Have you ever tasted blood?”
My mouth was so dry I could barely find the voice to answer him. “What an odd question...”
“But a valid one. Well, have you?”
“I’ve cut my lip before, so yes, I suppose I have tasted blood, but...”
“Not your own, you foolish boy.” He let out a short, derisive laugh and leaned in so that he was only a few inches from my face. “I mean the blood of another.”
“Good God, Stefan, of course not!”
“Pity...”
Source: Corcitura
“tell me even though lies soft words
it was about to kill me with you that statue
i still in the art of love a baby
between us seas and mountains
you still can't understand
that all men are babies
so if i stood before your love quietly
then quietness in the love is love
our words in love are killing our love
and letters are dying after they're said
love stories may drive you crazy
cause its all full of fantasies
love is not a story,my dear
where the stars marry each other by the end
its to get hot blooded for anything silly
it's our misery, it's our killing doubting
it's this hand that assassin us
and we accept that hand that assassin”
Source: عاشقانه های نزار قبانی
“Tell me every terrible thing you ever did, and let me love you anyway.”
Source: Coffee and Cigarettes
“Tell me every trauma you ever had, every neglect you endured all your life, every bit of insecurity you concealed inside, and I’ll love you anyway— even with all the different shapes of your pain.”
Source: a Constellation of Almosts
“Tell me everything about this woman you once knew. Tell me everything she ever told you about Jesus of Nazareth."
Marcus saw the fever in his eyes. "Why?" he said, frowning. "Why does it matter?"
"Just tell me, Marcus Lucianus Valerian. Tell me everything. From the beginning. Let me decide for myself what matters."
And so Marcus did as he was asked. He gave in to his deep need to speak of Hadassah. And all the while he talked of her, he failed to see the irony in what he was doing. For as he told the story of a simple Judean slave girl, Marcus Lucianus Valerian, a Roman who didn't believe in anything, proclaimed the gospel of Jesus Christ.”
Source: An Echo in the Darkness
“Tell me everything!" she'd cry, salivating. Poor Reva. She might actually have thought I was capable of sharing things. "Friends forever?" She'd want us to make some sacred pact. She always wanted to make pacts. "Let's make a pact to have brunch at least twice a month. Let's promise to go for a walk through Central Park every Saturday. Let's have a daily call-time. Will you swear to take a ski trip this year? It burns so many calories.”
Source: My Year of Rest and Relaxation
“Tell me everything, I would say. All about the blues, and the time your heart was broken, and what scares you the most, and the thing you've always wanted to do but haven 't yet.”
Source: The Travis Family Series, Books 1-3: Blue-Eyed Devil, Smooth Taking Stranger and Sugar Daddy
“Tell me, false king, does the new moon make your heart beat as the old did?”
Source: Blood of Silver
“Tell me, Harry, what difference would it make if it wasn't real?"
Harry thought a moment, his chinless face sour. "We wouldn't have to do what we think we have to do. But even if we don't have to do what we think we have to do, it won't make any difference if we do it Which means we should just go ahead."
Mavis sighed. "Just go ahead."
"Just go ahead," said Hagbard. "A powerful mantra."
"And if we don't go ahead," said George, "it doesn't matter either. Which means that we just do go ahead."
"Another powerful mantra," said Hagbard. "Just do go ahead.”
Source: Leviathan
“Tell me, have you done much circus work in your life?' [asked Mulder].
Nutt drew himself up to his full height. 'And what makes you think I've ever even gone to a circus, let alone been a slave in one?' he demanded...
Finally Mulder managed to say, 'I didn't mean any offense.'
'Offended? Why should I be offended?' Nutt demanded. 'It's human nature to make quick judgements of people based only on their looks. Why, I have done the same thing to you.'
'Have you?' said Mulder. 'And what have you concluded?'
'I have taken in your all-American face, your unsmiling expression, your boring necktie. I have decided you work for the government,' Nutt said. 'You are- an FBI agent.'
'Am I really?' Mulder said.
'I hope you get my point,' Nutt said. 'I want to show how stupid it would be to look at you as a type, rather than as an individual.'
'But I am an FBI agent,' Mulder said, showing Nutt his badge.
There was a loud silence.
Then Nutt said, 'Sign the book please.”
Source: Humbug
“Tell me,' he asked, with some embarassment, as we strolled along: 'you're a bloody German, aren't you?'
'Oh, no. I'm Hungarian.'
'Hungarian?'
'Hungarian.'
'What's that? Is that a country? Or you are just having me on?
'Not at all. On my word of honour, it is a country.'
'And where do you Hungarians live?'
'In Hungary. Between Austria, Romania, Czechoslovakia and Yugoslavia'.
'Come off it. Those places were made up by Shakespeare.”
Source: The Pendragon Legend
“Tell me,” he whispered. “Tell me what you refuse to say aloud. What you think every night before you go to sleep. Tell me the words you say in dreams, when no one can hear you.”
Source: Nightshade
“Tell me he’s not talking to Brandon,” Claire said. “Um… Ok. He’s not talking to Brandon.” “You’re lying.” “Yeah. He’s talking to Brandon. Look, let Shane do his thing, okay? He’s not as stupid as he looks, mostly.”
Source: The Morganville Vampires:
“Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us. These, our bodies, possessed by light. Tell me we'll never get used to it.”
“Tell me, how do you know what’s really going on in your relationship at a cellular level if you’re not constantly in touch with your sensuality?”
“Tell me..how do you stand there?
filling the doorway....of my life.”
Source: A touch, a tear, a tempest
“tell me how does it feel with my teeth in your heart!”
Source: The Complete Euripides: Volume V: Medea and Other Plays
“Tell me how I stay positive
When they never see good in me”
“Tell me, how is it that we can’t all be like brothers together? Why is it that even the best of men always seem to hide something from other people and to keep something back? Why not say straight out what is in one’s heart, when one knows that one is not speaking idly? As it is every one seems harsher than he really is, as though all were afraid of doing injustice to their feelings, by being too quick to express them.”
“Tell me how it feels to die, Adomis. Tell me... because I will never know.”
Source: The White Door
“Tell me how it was different."
Derek shook his head. "You're the one with the fancy words. I can't explain it."
"Try," she insisted, tugging threateningly at his wiry chest curls. "In your own words."
He covered her plucking fingers with his own, pressing her hand flat. "It was just better, all the way through. Especially this part." He cuddled her closer. "I've never felt so peaceful afterward."
"And happy?" she asked hopefully.
"I don't know how 'happy' feels." He sought her mouth for a brief, hard kiss, and his voice turned to rough velvet. "But I know I want to stay inside you forever.”
Source: Dreaming of You
“Tell me how many songs that I must sing before I can see you in your glory, hear your whole entire story, bathe inside your golden, golden sea?”
“Tell me how much a nation knows about its own language, and I will tell you how much that nation knows about its own identity.”
“Tell me how much you have entered into the suffering of those around you, and I will tell you how much you love them.”
“tell me how
the mountains give you peace
and how the ocean makes you restless,
about the poetry you read
and the song you fall asleep with,
of any fear that makes you bleed
and every dream that breaks. you. open.
what’s in your head and what’s in your heart,
this… this is what i want to know…
this is how my heart falls.”
Source: wild spirit, soft heart