T Quotes
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“Tell me what you are for, and I will show you what is going to expand in a positive way. Tell me what you are against, and I can show you what is going to expand in a destructive way.”
Source: Everyday Wisdom
“Tell me what you are thinking when you look at me like that."
There was iron and ice in his voice. Not even a hint of tenderness. For some reason, his harsh manner did not bother her. She sensed something beautiful and elusive existed behind his daunting facade. The possibility of discovering what it was filled her with delicate anticipation.
She looked into his eyes and answered truthfully. "I am thinking about how you make me feel."
The muscles along his jaw tensed, and his eyelids lowered just the barest fraction. He brought his hands around to clasp them behind his back.
To keep from reaching for her?
"How do I make you feel?"
Her skin tingled in reaction to the raw note in his voice. Lily took a moment as she thought about how to put it into words. It was a difficult thing to explain, and she wanted it to come out right.
"I feel..." she began, then hesitated. Her breath caught in her chest, and she had to force it out on a heavy sigh. "I feel strong and weak at the same time. When you look at me, I feel exposed, as if you can see my most private thoughts. And though it frightens me- you frighten me- it is such an exquisite sensation that I do not want it to end. Because I want you to know me, to see the deepest parts of me."
At first he did not respond beyond a fierce clenching of his teeth, and Lily wondered if he wanted to hear something else. Had she revealed too much of her inexperience? Should she have said something more provocative, more sophisticated?
"Do you desire me?" he asked finally.
The molten heat running through his words curled around her, heating her breath, her skin, her blood. She looked into his eyes and felt a swirling deep within. It tingled like white fire and spread to the most intimate places in her body.”
Source: The Untouchable Earl
“Tell me what you can bring to this family. Does your father agree with this union?"
Casca didn't waver. "He does. He has remarked to me many times how much he would like to see our families united."
Apicius responded with an incline of his head and his mouth turned up at the edges in a thoughtful smile. "Explain to me, then, why are you here instead of him?"
"He doesn't have my conviction- that you would find me more suitable than Dolabella or Narses."
I was surprised at the audacity of this young man. Apicius was also surprised. He didn't respond right away, which was unusual. When he did, he sounded amused and- although Casca couldn't know it- impressed. "And why do you think I would find you more suitable?"
"It is quite simple." Casca looked at me, then at Apicius. "I love your daughter. They do not."
Apicius snorted. "Love is not a prerequisite to marriage."
"Quite true. However, I bring to you both power and influence- through my father now, but also in my future as I follow in his footsteps. I will continue to bring you and your family honor, and precious votes in the elections. And what I can do that Dolabella and Narses cannot is assure you I will take care of your daughter with every fiber of my being."
"Go on," Apicius said, intrigued. I was glad I had decided to bring Casca here on such impulse.
"I have watched you with Apicata over these many months. I know how you dote on her, how you hold her close to your heart. She is as important to you as your love for culinary delights," he remarked.
Good, I thought. The boy had a sense of how to stroke Apicius's ego, though I knew the truth that Casca- and likely even Apicius- did not. Food and fame would always be first in Apicius's heart.
"I can promise you that your daughter will have love and laughter. Narses and Dolabella care not for her as much as they do for your money. My motives are pure. Few in this world have the chance to marry for love. Let your daughter be one of them.”
Source: Feast of Sorrow
“Tell me what you eat, and I will tell you who you are.”
“Tell me what you fear and I will tell you what has happened to you.”
“Tell me what you feel," he demanded. "Right now, in this moment."
Her arms flexed as she pulled against the rope around her wrists, stopping just shy of loosening the restraint. She licked her lips, and her gaze fell to travel hotly over his bared chest and abdomen. And then lower to where his painful erection jutted fiercely from the shadow of his groin.
His entire body tensed when her attention seemed to lock on that part of his body.
"I am on fire from the inside out," she whispered in a husky tone. "I feel desperate and frantic. As though I am fighting for my life." She brought her gaze back to his face. "And only you have the power to save me."
She arched her body, lifting her breasts and rolling her hips. "Please, my lord. Kiss me," she sighed in a quiet demand.
Kiss her? He wanted to consume her.
In that breathless moment, her gaze seemed to contain all the mysteries of life and death. Mysteries he wanted desperately to explore... until he acknowledged with an intense stab of regret that a woman like Lily would not reveal the depths of her heart unless she could expect reciprocation in kind.
Avenell would never know the beautiful secrets she kept. But he could know this.
The sigh she breathed as he lowered his head toward hers.
The silken texture and lush softness of her lips beneath his.
The sweetness of her tongue, the sharp edge of her teeth.
The way he so quickly and easily lost himself in the languid exploration of her mouth.
She arched more deeply toward him. The peaks of her breasts pressed into his chest. He tensed at the rise in sensations but did not pull away. The kiss took priority over all else.
Her tongue played fiercely against his, and her teeth scraped along his lower lip, demanding more of him. Her body melted as her moans and sweet whimpers fanned the fire burning hot inside him. She strained beneath him, arching deeper, pressing harder toward him.
It was the deepest pleasure.”
Source: The Untouchable Earl
“Tell me what you know."
"I'm awake and you're not pancakes.”
Source: Once Broken Faith
“Tell me what you listen to, and I'll tell you who you are.”
Source: How to Kill a Rock Star
“Tell me what you need to tell me but keep far away from my son who
still loves a beautiful thing not for what it means—
this way or that—but for the way facets set off prisms and prisms spin up
everywhere
and from his own jeweled body he’s cast rainbows—made every shining
true color.
Now try to tell me—man or woman—your heart was ever once that brave.”
“Tell me what you need, and I'll tell you how to get along without it.”
“Tell me what you need." "You," she said simply, that one word tearing to the very heart of him. "Just you.”
Source: Rush
“Tell me what you're thinking.'
I wind my arms around his neck. 'I was thinking you are exactly as I predicted the first time you took me in my room.'
'Oh yeah?' He draws back, curiosity sparking in his eyes. 'And what exactly was that?'
'A very dangerous addiction.' My gaze skims over the silver line of his scar, the thick lashes so many women would kill for, and over the bump in his nose to that perfectly sculped mouth. I've already told him that I love him, so it's not like I'm keeping secrets over here. Hell, compared to him, I'm an open book. 'Impossible to sate.'
His eyes darken. 'I'm going to keep you,' he promises, just like he did last night. Or was it this morning? 'You're mine, Violet.'
I lift my chin. 'Only if you're mine.'
'I've been yours for longer than you could ever imagine.”
Source: Fourth Wing
“Tell me what you read and I'll tell you who you are.”
“Tell me what you read and I'll tell you who you are is true enough, but I'd know you better if you told me what you reread.”
“Tell me what you think and then tell me what the really smart person in the room who disagrees with you thinks.”
“tell me what you think it means.”
“Tell me what you want?", a low voice asked me, although he obviously knew the answer to my question.
"You.." I whispered ito his lips.”
Source: Seduction by Death: Seduction Series
“Tell me what you want."
Before her brain could engage, she kissed him again and whispered, "You. You're what I want.”
Source: Devoted to Destiny
“Tell me what you want, kitten,” I growled.
She pulled my hair a little harder, making the jaguar inside me restless in the best way. “You,” she gasped.”
Source: Sedona Seduction
“Tell me what you want me to do and I'll do it... I would move mountains for you. I would chase down the stars just so you could hold one. But if you don't want that, then tell me now, because I won't pine. I'm doing everything I can Amora, but you have to tell me what you need”
Source: All the Tides of Fate
“Tell me what you want me to do,” Gary said almost eagerly. He was sick of bullies pushing him around.
“You are going to walk in by yourself and fish for as much information as you can get before they try to kill you,” Gregori answered.
“Try. I hope that’s the operative word,” Gary said nervously. “Try to kill me.”
“You will not have to worry about yourself,” Gregori informed him, his voice utterly confident. “But it is necessary that the police do not come looking for you. That means no dead bodies in your room.”
“Right, messy. If I have vampires and nut cases from the society hunting me, we don’t need the cops, too,” Gary admitted. He was sweating now, his palms so wet he kept rubbing them on his jeans.
“Do not worry so much.” Gregori flashed a smile meant to reassure, the one that left vivid images of open graves. “I will be with you every step of the way. You might even have fun playing Rambo.”
“He had a big gun,” Gary pointed out. “’ m going up there with my bare hands. I think it might be pertinent to say I’ve never won a single fistfight. I’ve been put in trash cans and toilets and had my face rubbed in the dirt. I’m no good in a fight.”
“I am,” Gregori said softly, his hand suddenly on Gary’s shoulder. It was the first time Gary could remember the Carpathian voluntarily touching him out of camaraderie. “Gary is saying all these things, chérie, yet he intended to go up against a man brandishing a knife with only his lab jacket for protection.”
Gary blushed a fiery red. “You know why I was in the lab,” he reminded Gregori, ashamed. “I made a tranquilizer that works on your blood, and they turned it into a poison of some kind. We’ve got to do something about that. If something goes wrong tonight, and they get me, all my notes on the formula are in my laptop, too.”
“This is beginning more and more to sound like a bad movie.” Gregori sighed. “Come on, you two amateurs.” He was impassive on the outside, but he couldn’t help laughing on the inside. “Do not worry about the formula. I allowed one of the members to inject me with it, so we know its components and are working on an antidote now.”
“It didn’t work?” Gary was appalled. He had spent a tremendous amount of time on that formula. Although Morrison and his crew had perverted it, he was still disappointed.
“You cannot have it both ways, Gary.” Exasperated, Gregori gave him a little shove toward the entrance to the hotel. “You should not want the damn thing to work.”
“Hey, my reputation is on the line.”
“So was mine. I neutralized the poison.” Gregori nudged him again. “Get moving.”
Source: Dark Magic
“Tell Me what you want, and
I'll Show you how to get it.”
“Tell me what you want, and then I'll put in what I want... after I'm done with my codependent providing for you, I'll get a little for me too.”
“Tell me what you want, sweetheart … Anything. And I’ll do it.”
“Tell me what you want, what you really, really want," he said. "Braiiinnnnssss," we said in unison.”
Source: The Name of the Star
“Tell me what you will of the benefactions of city civilization, of the sweet security of streets-all as part of the natural upgrowth of man towards the high destiny we hear so much of. I know that our bodies were made to thrive only in pure air, and the scenes in which pure air is found. If the death exhalations that brood the broad towns in which we so fondly compact ourselves were made visible, we should flee as from a plague. All are more or less sick; there is not a perfectly sane man in San Francisco.”
Source: John Muir, in His Own Words: A Book of Quotations
“Tell me what you yearn for and I shall tell you who you are. We are what we reach for, the idealized image that drives our wandering.”
Source: The Essential James Hillman: A Blue Fire
“Tell me what your vision of the future and I will tell you what you are.”
“Tell me what's going on here. Why can I hear your voice inside my head and why did you say you came to school for me?" "I was tired of admiring your legs from a distance.”
“Tell me what's the difference”
“Tell me what's wrong with this idea: If you're selling to somebody, find someone like that person to sell to them. If you're trying to reach swing voters, if you're trying to reach people on the fence, if you're trying to reach Republicans who are unsure about this candidate... get people who switched! Get people who are registered Republicans. Get people who were George Bush voters who can't bring themselves to do it again. Talk to them, get them to explain what their reasons are, and show them to people. What's wrong with this idea?!”
“Tell me what’s the difference
between hope and waiting
because my heart doesn’t know
It constantly cuts itself on the glass of waiting
It constantly gets lost in the fog of hope”
“Tell me when it's over " Thalia said. Her eyes were shut tight. The statue was holding on to us so we couldn't fall but still Thalia clutched his arm like it was the most important thing in the world. "Everything's fine " I promised. "Are... are we very high " I looked down. Below us a range of snowy mountains zipped by. I stretched out my foot and kicked snow off one of the peaks. "Nah " I said. "Not that high.”
“TELL ME, WHEN WILL I HEAR WHAT IT MEANS TO EXIST FROM THE STARS?”
Source: September: A Map
“Tell me when you want to pick it up again." "Tell me when Satan starts a snowball fight." "I'll do that. Lunch?”
Source: Bitten
“Tell me where are the flashbacks they all warned us would come?”
“Tell me, where are the lovers of the world?
Nothing remains of them but ashes and worms.”
Source: Preparation for death: or, Considerations on the eternal maxims
“Tell me where do I belong in a sick society?”
“Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart, or in the head?”
“Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart, or in the head? How begot, how nourished? Reply, reply. It is engend'red in the eyes, With gazing fed, and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies.”
“Tell me where the swans go in the winter
I need to know if the mute ones can sing.
Tell me why stars fall from the sky
I need to know if it is luck they bring.
Tell me why feathers land near you
I need to know if you've injured your wing.
Now, tell me where you end, my angel
For I no longer know where I begin.”
“Tell me where you want it,” I said. Minias drew back, his purple robes shifting about his ankles. “You’re asking me?” “Well, unless you want a big R on your forehead.”
“Tell me who admires and loves you, and I will tell you who you are.”
“Tell me who did this, and I will take care of it. Anyone who thought they could lay a hand on you should fear for their life.”
Source: War Hour
“Tell me, who have never be knocked down by life’s circumstances?
It takes grace and enough strength, to get up and begin again”
Source: Think Great: Be Great!
“Tell me who I am, I’d asked my parents in so many ways. (16)”
Source: Ivy Lodge: A Memoir of Translation and Discovery
“Tell me who I am. (29)”
Source: The Adoration of Jenna Fox
“Tell me who I've got to be, to get some reciprocity”
“Tell me, who in this life, were never guided in course of their realization of their goal?”
Source: Think Great: Be Great!
“Tell me who is able to keep his bed chaste, or which goddess is able to live with one god alone?”