T Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with T. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“The gap between what one knows and what one thinks one knows may be higher in the ranks of the elite. The result is supposedly-clever government interventions, introduced with excessive confidence, leading to disastrous results.”
“The gap between what’s right and what’s convenient only gets wider the more that we attempt to cross it. And that’s why the only bridges are the ones at the bottom.”
“The Gap has always been an iconic, go-to brand that reminds me of my childhood.”
“The gap in education in this country, the unfairness of the schools, is one of the great unfairness in this society.”
“The gap in the fire which had opened up before him, so that the twisted grimace on the face of existence had become visible through the play of the flames, narrowed to disappear completely. His back hurt and he could hear darkness breathing audibly.”
Source: Blaugast: A Novel of Decline
“The gap is not between knowing it and living it, it's between knowing it and living it consistently. You know, we've all had moments when we got it right. Most of us have moments when we get it right every day. The trouble is getting it right when a curve-ball comes at us.”
“The GAP, or divide, between... Knowing and Doing, is only crossed by people who can effectively, and positively, manage their emotional state, and their inner RESPONSES to the outside world.”
“The gap that was created during those transatlantic voyages hundreds of years ago.
That gap is the matrix of Saudade – The Longing, I think, that all Africans in the West have, that is at the root of the blues and jazz and soul and rap. If you listen you can hear it, elusive, fleeting, full of melancholy anger.”
Source: A Parallel Life
“The gaping hole in her heart is amplified when she catches a glimpse of the strands of silver hair framing her once young face in the mirror.”
Source: Bird of Paradise: How I Became Latina
“The gaping wound in America’s national security is without a doubt, the unregulated dragnet surveillance capitalists.”
“The gaps are the thing. The gaps are the spirit's one home, the altitudes and latitudes so dazzlingly spare and clean that the spirit can discover itself like a once-blind man unbound. The gaps are the clefts in the rock where you cower to see the back parts of God; they are fissures between mountains and cells the wind lances through, the icy narrowing fiords splitting the cliffs of mystery. Go up into the gaps. If you can find them; they shift and vanish too. Stalk the gaps. Squeak into a gap in the soil, turn, and unlock-more than a maple-universe.”
“The gaps between the forms worry me. I can never get these spaces right.”
Source: Paula Rego
“The gaps in power, the gaps in wealth, the gaps in ideology which hold the nations apart also make up the abyss into which mankind can fall to annihilation.”
“The garage man at Hanoi is my friend; the Commandant at Abu-Shamat is my friend; the men of the camel caravan in Jagdalak Pass are my friends. The best friends I have in the world.”
Source: One Man Caravan
“The garb of religion is the best cloak for power.”
Source: Political essays, with sketches of public characters
“The garbage can is for things that have no importance. If it did have some value, it no longer has any.”
“the garbage cans and mailboxes on the sidewalk would stay the same, but the people would be just a beautiful blur of motion.”
“The garbage in your head blocks the flow of knowledge.”
“The "Garcilaso" mentioned by Markham is the chronicler Garcilaso Inca de la Vega, the son of a Spanish conquistador and an Inca princess, a heritage that gave him unique access to genuine Inca traditions, particularly since he was born and brought up in Cuzco and spoke Quechua, the language of the Incas, as his mother tongue. Had the megalithic elements of Sacsayhuaman been recent work, done in the century before Garcilaso's birth, there should have been fresh and clear memories, even eye-witness accounts, of so magnificent an achievement. But Garcilaso reports nothing of the sort and instead can only offer magic as an explanation for what he describes as 'an ever greater enigma than the seven wonders of the world.”
Source: Magicians of the Gods: The Forgotten Wisdom of Earth's Lost Civilization
“The garden [of Eden] is the realm of pure beauty from which man is expelled when he becomes interested in ethics, in the fruit of the tree of knowledge of good and evil. The return into paradise, the homecoming, depends on him penetrating the veils of morality to glimpse again the lineaments of lost beauty.”
“The garden asks only that I weed it and water it. And in exchange for something that demands so little of me, my tiny garden toils day and night to produce a harvest that demands everything of it.”
“The garden awoke in spring, glorious. Rhubarb, bellwort, bloodroot, blue squill; violets carpeted the earth, and in the woods, trilliums, twayblade, cowslips, cress, lady's slipper, wild iris, wild ginger, wild pussy willows, wild, wild everything. Robert Trout and his fiancée, Lavender, walked often there, and by the river. Her mother's old haunts. All of it a wonder to Robert, for his constant travels over the past years had begun to render most landscapes an indistinct blur. He'd not attended closely to the earth's springtime bounties; there was never time. Now he was like a boy, exclaiming over each tender sprout, each clump of new moss, and "Look, here's one with a thousand tiny white stars." Lavender told him the names of the many early blooms. And their meanings. It was her school of flowers, she quipped. "And here is one named especially for you, Robert---a trout lily. For us." They stopped. She showed him its lovely mottled leaves, creamy belled petals. "And see," she continued, "how it bows its head, as if too bashful to reveal its face. And like we humans, these beauties sleep at night and open themselves in morning's light.”
Source: The Apothecary's Garden
“The garden doesn't rush.”
Source: Luna's Day in the Sun
“The Garden En robe de parade. - Samain Like a skein of loose silk blown against a wall She walks by the railing of a path in Kensington Gardens, And she is dying piece-meal of a sort of emotional anaemia. And round about there is a rabble Of the filthy, sturdy, unkillable infants of the very poor. They shall inherit the earth. In her is the end of breeding. Her boredom is exquisite and excessive. She would like some one to speak to her, And is almost afraid that I will commit that indiscretion.”
“The garden flourished that summer because Magnus's mother was determined to feed her family despite the depredations of the distant war. In the fall, there were beans and tomatoes and pickles to can, and jar after jar of applesauce. Mama's hives yielded fresh honey, and then willow skeps were winterized. The bees would not come out until the air warmed and the sun appeared.”
Source: The Beekeeper's Ball
“The garden has taught me to live, to appreciate the times when things are fallow and when they're not.”
“The Garden
If no one loves her
Please, love you
Even if she’s a wreckage
Or lost, in a predetermined path
Or broken, by a perfect love
Or loved, by your sacrificial loneliness
Please, build her
Even when you have no stone
Or judge her abysmal tombstone
Or her nothingness collapses your passion
Water her azaleas
Out of frozen concrete
From sublime bottles
No one full, ever knew how to fill.
Jenim Dibie”
“The garden is a metaphor for life, and gardening is a symbol of the spiritual path.”
“The garden is a miraculous place, and anything can happen on a beautiful moonlit night.”
Source: The Leaf Men and the Brave Good Bugs
“The garden is an unemployed township-based man's cubicle.”
“The garden is as good a symbol as you can find of a dialectic between spheres of experience - of culture and nature - that presuppose one another.”
“The garden is doing so well, we have so many greens and radishes that everyone is enjoying. Also, we are using one square as a compost bin, the Green Team is collecting food waste at lunch. Things are looking great, a huge thank you again.”
“The garden is growth and change and that means loss as well as constant new treasures to make up for a few disasters.”
Source: Journal of a Solitude
“The garden is incredible. It's really overgrown, but underneath the brambles all kinds of plants have survived. There are paths, garden seats, bird feeders."
"Like Sleeping Beauty, fast asleep until the enchantment is broken."
"That's the thing, though; it hasn't been asleep. The trees kept growing, bearing fruit, even though there's been no one there to appreciate it. You should see the apple tree, it looks to be a hundred years old.”
Source: The Forgotten Garden
“The garden is open to the public, although there are no signs to indicate this. It is a small place, hidden from view.”
Source: In the Cut
“The garden is the place where the work of yesterday births the fruit of today which contains the seeds of tomorrow.”
“The garden is where my soul lives.”
“The garden itself was enjoying the painted-on brightness of the day. The flowers were in full bloom--- the dramatic pink of the Duchess of Sutherland roses and the flesh-colored Madame Audots met Harriet's eye as she stepped out of the house. Flanking those stood the La Reines with their silvery undertones and the cabbage roses to the right. The cabbage roses, though they did not have a grand name, were Harriet's favorite. More layers inside one flower than she could even count. She inhaled the sweet smell of the Duchesses and watched as every last bloom turned to face her as she padded barefoot from the door onto the stone walkway, bordered by lush green moss. Satisfied that Harriet was content, the flowers resumed their nourishing tilt toward the sky. The stones were cool beneath her feet.”
Source: The Peculiar Garden of Harriet Hunt
“The Garden of Eden presents the same story: If you want to make yourself gods, you'll find you're akin to the animals.”
“The garden of Eden was a boggy swamp just south of Croydon. You can see it over there.”
“The Garden of Gethsemane narrative gives us a vivid view of Jesus' humanity".
~R. Alan Woods [1999]”
Source: The Journey Is The Destination: A Photo Journal
“The garden of God is full of ripen fruits.”
“The Garden of Love
I went to the Garden of Love,
And saw what I never had seen:
A Chapel was built in the midst,
Where I used to play on the green.
And the gates of this Chapel were shut,
And 'Thou shalt not' writ over the door;
So I turn'd to the Garden of Love,
That so many sweet flowers bore.
And I saw it was filled with graves,
And tomb-stones where flowers should be:
And Priests in black gowns, were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars, my joys & desires.”
Source: Songs of Innocence and of Experience
“The garden of love is green without limit and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy. Love is beyond either condition: without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh.”
Source: Love is a Stranger
“The garden of the world has no limits except in your mind. Its presence is more beautiful than the stars with more clarity than the polished mirror of your heart.”
“The garden of the world has no limits, except in your mind.”
“The garden reconciles human art and wild nature, hard work and deep pleasure, spiritual practice and the material world. It is a magical place because it is not divided. The many divisions and polarizations that terrorize a disenchanted world find peaceful accord among mossy rock walls, rough stone paths, and trimmed bushes. Maybe a garden sometimes seems fragile, for all its earth and labor, because it achieves such an extraordinary delicate balance of nature and human life, naturalness and artificiality. It has its own liminality, its point of balance between great extremes.”
“The garden rose may richly bloom In cultured soil and genial air, To cloud the light of Fashion's room Or droop in Beauty's midnight hair, In lonelier grace, to sun and dew The sweetbrier on the hillside shows Its single leaf and fainter hue, Untrained and wildly free, yet still a sister rose!”
Source: The complete poetical works of John Greenleaf Whittier
“The garden shimmered with candlelight from dozens of sweetly scented beeswax tapers set around to illuminate the space. In the center stood her painting table, now neatly draped in a crisp, white linen tablecloth and laid with her best china, crystal and silver.
More lighted candles were arranged on the table, a small vase of flowers set in the middle, tender petals of red, pink and ivory adding a pleasing burst of color. More color glowed in the sky, sunset turning the horizon a glorious golden apricot.”
Source: Seduced by His Touch
“The garden stretches out before us,
every leaf a promise,
every flower a quiet rebellion.
I remember when we planted the first seed,
its smallness
fragile like hope.
Now, the tomatoes hang heavy,
bright with the fullness of summer,
and I wonder if we’re not so different from them.
How many seasons of patience did we need.
How many days did we water the soil with regret
until love
finally bloomed.”
Source: A Shelf of Things I Never Said