T Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with T. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“The glory of saving a country is not for him who has contributed to its ruin.”
Source: The reign of greed: a complete English version of El Filibusterismo from the Spanish
“The glory of science is to imagine more than we can prove.”
“The glory of science is, that it is freeing the soul, breaking the mental manacles, getting the brain out of bondage, giving courage to thought, filling the world with mercy, justice, and joy.”
Source: The Works of Robert G. Ingersoll
“The glory of sport comes from dedication, determination and desire. Achieving success and personal glory in athletics has less to do with wins and losses than it does with learning how to prepare yourself so that at the end of the day, whether on the track or in the office, you know that there was nothing more you could have done to reach your ultimate goal.”
“The glory of sport is born at the moment when the game and the person become one, when all the complexity of one's life finds a moment to emerge in the game.”
“The glory of sport is witnessing a well-coached team perform as a single unit, striving for a common goal and ultimately bringing distinction to the jersey the players represent.”
“The glory of the age is beauty of grayhair.”
“The glory of the carpenter is the tables and chairs he manufactures; the glory of God is you and me because He manufactured us!”
Source: Leaders' Watchwords
“The glory of the cross is bound up with the effectiveness of its accomplishment.”
Source: Redemption Accomplished and Applied
“The glory of the disposition that stops to consider stimuli rather than rushing to engage with them is its long association with intellectual and artistic achievement. Neither E=mc2 nor Paradise Lost was dashed off by a party animal.”
“The glory of the garden lies in more than meets the eye.”
“The glory of the good is in their consciences, and not in the tongues of men.”
Source: The Imitation of Christ; Or, the Ecclesiastical Music
“The glory of the gospel is that when the church is absolutely different from the world, she invariably attracts it.”
Source: Reflections: A Treasury of Daily Readings
“The glory of the gospel is this: The one from whom we need to be saved is the one who has saved us.”
“The glory of the Lord is often seen where people claim victory in battles they never fought.”
Source: A Manual for Victory
“The glory of the nation rests in the character of her men. And character comes from boyhood. Thus every boy is a challenge to his elders.”
Source: Addresses Upon the Road: World War II, 1941-1945
“The glory of the nation you love is a desirable end, — but generally to be obtained at your neighbor's expense.”
Source: The Economic Consequences of the Peace: The Economist
“the glory of the protagonist is always paid for
by a lot of secondary characters”
“The glory of the salvation of souls belongs to God, and to Him alone.”
Source: Select Works
“The glory of the star, the glory of the sun - we must not lose either in the other. We must not be so full of the hope of heaven that we cannot do our work on the earth; we must not be so lost in the work of the earth that we shall not be inspired by the hope of heaven.”
Source: The Light of the World: And Other Sermons
“The glory of the world is transitory, and we should not measure our lives by it, but by the choice we make to follow our personal legend, to believe in our utopias, and to fight for our dreams.”
“The glory of the youth is the splendor of their strength.”
“The glory of the youth is their strength. In a country, where the youth are deprived of work, what a waste of valuable human resources.”
“The glory of this land has been its capacity for transcending the moral evils of our past. For example, the long struggle of minority citizens for equal rights, once a source of disunity and civil war, is now a point of pride for all Americans. We must never go back. There is no room for racism, anti-Semitism, or other forms of ethnic and racial hatred in this country.”
“The Glory of this life is in viewing it as eternal.”
Source: Thoughts From The Inside
“The glory of victory softens our view of past frailties.”
Source: Relevance: Matter More
“The glory of war is for kings and queens, warlords and leaders. For commoners, war is harsh, glum, and menacing.”
Source: Lair Of The Monster
“The glory of wealth and of beauty is fleeting and frail; virtue is illustrious and everlasting.”
“The glory of youth is youthful strength.”
“The glory that was Lincoln's never died when he was slain.”
“The Glory Yet to Be
God called to us, His people
To be His holy bride
From out the rest of living souls
He calls us to His side
The way He calls is rugged
Steep
The way He knows
We are His sheep
By grand design, He has the goals
His love leads to the waterholes
Gives us this day our daily bread
And hitherto, He's always led
Though dark the way
The path is steep
He drives the wolves from us, His sheep
At times the clouds obscure His face
But, bless His name, supplies of grace
Can fortify against every shock
His wisdom plans for all the flock
Just now the skies seemed solid brass
For not, just think
It came to pass
The furnace, seven times hotter be
My grace sufficient is for thee
Your soul is riding out the gail
Your courage falters, and the tale
Is not yet told, but brighter gold
Comes from this long hostility
As Jesus calls, look unto Me
I've planned for thee eternal days
I've planned for thee a thousand ways
I went through my Gethsemany
Will you, my child, bear this for Me?
My back was stripped--I bore the rod
Will bear this for Me, your God?
I plan for thee a jeweled crown
Will you go through, or let me down?
Can you bear up a few more years
Or will you cause your master tears?
While Joseph's brothers made a pile
Joseph suffered for a while
That while did not seem a lengthy season
With no design, no rhyme or reason
The brothers did not care a bit
That Joseph languished in a pit
They showed no sorrow for his plight
They cared not for the wrong or right
But, God was there, behind the cloud
He does not shout His plan aloud
The path through pit and prison led
For Joseph to the nation's head
Not then did Joseph weep or groan
Each step was leading to a throne
The starving brothers soon behold
A ruler with a chain of gold
They wept, and each his breast did smite
Before one sold to Ishmalite
Their brother, with the power of death
Each man fell down with baited breath
Forgiving, Joseph understood
Yee meant for evil, God meant for good
He did not leave me, or forsake
He knew each step I had to take
My shepherd, led by pastures green
No other way could there have been
For me, I proved that He is God
Endured the dark, and kissed the rod
Take this example from His word
And follow on to know the Lord
Now, through darksome glass we see
But oh, the glory yet to be”
Source: Revival God's Way
“The glossary of politics is so full of euphemistic words and phrases - as in the nature of things it must be - that one would suppose politicians must sometimes strain their wits to coin them.”
“The glossy surface of our civilization hides a real intellectual decadence.”
Source: Selected Essays, 1934-1943: Historical, Political, and Moral Writings
“The glove suddenly feels much heavier, now, more dense. The rush of power didn’t come through me, but wrapped around me; invisible and strangely empty, like a purely mechanical force. It wasn’t like I just got stronger; it was separate from me, like something stepped in and punched him instead of me. I pull the glove off gingerly, half afraid I’ll punch my own fingers off.”
Source: No Good Deed
“The gloves are like a second skin. They are part of me. An extension of me. I become hyperreal.”
“The glow and energy of the healthy woman is the ultimate beauty, the only beauty that will last.”
“The glow dies down, and she's standing at the end of my bed--the one who's been following me around leaving feather messages. I take in the torn fishnets, plaid mini-kilt, shiny, riveted breastplate with leather straps at the sides and a worn Great Temolo decal near the left shoulder. Her wings are a crazy black-and-white-checkered pattern, like they've been spray-painted at a body shop to look like hipster sneakers.”
Source: Going Bovine
“The glow flares bright—bright as the billion-year-old light around us. Bright as a sun.
Almost every particle in the universe was once part of a star.
First, hydrogen condensing and collapsing, bringing radiance to the void.
Furnaces burning bright, then fading, giving all they had left back into the cosmos.
Carbon and oxygen. Iron and gold.
Vast clouds swirling with their own gravity. Coalescing and disintegrating.
Generation to generation.
The remnants of stellar alchemy, stirring into life, then consciousness.
Crawling from the oceans. Taking to the skies.
And from there, back to the stars that birthed them.
A perfect circle.”
Source: Illuminae
“The glow from all the Glimmers was so bright, Roger handed Santa sunglasses.
The sleigh slowly rose in a bright ball of light. It almost looked like a snow globe.
"Merry Christmas to all, keep your Glimmer light bright.”
Source: The Glimmers Save Christmas
“The glow intensified. She reached out with a tentative hand, aching to touch one of the jagged edges, unsure of why she had an overwhelming urge to do so.
Her finger inches from a colored spike, the silence in the room turned dense, her ears beginning to ache with the pressure. Cracks appeared in the air, like a shattered mirror, reflecting the light along its fractured edges. The light reached into the cracks, filling them up, then a blinding flash . . .”
Source: Dawn Rising
“The glow lasted through the night, beyond the bar's closing, when there were no cabs on the street. And so Mathilde and Lotto decided to walk home, her arm in his, chatting about nothing, about everything, the unpleasant, hot breath of the subway belching up from the grates.
'Chthonic', he said, booze letting loose the pretension at his core, which she still found sweet, an allowance from the glory. It was so late, there were few other people out, and it felt, just for this moment, that they had the city to themselves.
She thought of all the life just underfoot, the teem of it that they were passing over, unknowing. She said, 'Did you know that the total weight of all the ants on Earth is the same as the total weight of all the humans on Earth.' She, who drank to excess, was a little bit drunk, it was true, there was so much relief in the evening.
When the curtains closed against the backdrop, an enormous bolder blocking their future had rolled away.
'They'll still be here when we're gone,' he said. He was drinking from a flask. By the time they were home, he'd be sozzeled. 'The ants and the jellyfish and the cockroaches, they will be the kings of the Earth.'...
'They deserve this place more than we do,' she said. 'We've been reckless with our gifts.'
He smiled and looked up. There were no stars, there was too much smog for them.
'Did you know,' he said, 'they just found out just a while ago that there are billions of worlds that can support life in our galaxy alone.'
...She felt a sting behind here eyes, but couldn't say why this thought touched her.
He saw clear through and understood. He knew her. The things he didn't know about her would sink an ocean liner. He knew her.
'We're lonely down here,' he said, 'it's true, but we're not alone.'
In the hazy space after he died, when she lived in a sort of timeless underground grief, she saw on the internet a video about what would happen to our galaxy in billions of years. We are in an immensely slow tango with the Andromeda galaxy, both galaxies shaped like spirals with outstretched arms, and we are moving toward each other like spinning bodies. The galaxies will gain speed as they draw near, casting off blue sparks, new stars until they spin past each other, and then the long arms of both galaxies will reach longingly out and grasp hands at the last moment and they will come spinning back in the opposite direction, their legs entwined, never hitting, until the second swirl becomes a clutch, a dip, a kiss, and then at the very center of things, when they are at their closest, there will open a supermassive black hole.”
Source: Fates and Furies
“The glow of a lamp filled the main bedroom with quiet amber light. The unmistakable rattle of ice in a glass floated to her ears. Assuming that Shaw was in a drunken stupor, Livia went to the doorway.
The sight that greeted her eyes caused her to gasp.
Gideon Shaw was reclining in a slipper tub that had been set near the fire, his head leaning back against the mahogany rim, one long leg dangling carelessly over the side. He held an ice-filled glass in his hand, his gaze arrowing to hers as he took a swallow. Steam rose in veils from the bathwater, condensing on the golden curvature of his shoulders. Droplets glistened on the amber curls of his chest and the small circles of his nipples.
Good Lord in heaven, Livia thought dazedly. Gentlemen suffering the aftereffects of an excess of strong spirits usually looked terrible. "Death's head on a mop stick" was how Marcus liked to describe them. However, Livia had never seen anything as magnificent as an unshaven and unkempt Gideon Shaw in his bath.”
Source: Again the Magic
“The glow of inspiration warms us; it is a holy rapture.”
“The glow of inspiration warms us; this holy rapture springs from the seeds of the Divine mind sown in man.”
“The glow of one warm thought is to me worth more than money.”
Source: Thomas Jefferson: A Chronology of His Thoughts
“The glow of satisfaction which follows the consciousness of doing our level best never comes to a human being from any other experience.”
“The glow of the Mathnawî’s inspiration has never been extinguished in Bosnia, even as its people were forced to endure trying hardships, ranging from Austro-Hungarian occupation, the Serb- dominated Kingdom of Yugoslavia, the monstrous bloodletting of the Second World War, the communist’s hindrance of religion, and most recently the ferocious atrocities of the 1990s.”
Source: Reading Rumi in Sarajevo
“The glow of the steetlamps sat heavy and thick above me. As I walked aimlessly, in the direction of downtown, I returned to my theories. That Mizuko and I shared the pictorial equivalent of DNA. That a sympathetic magic existed between us, no matter how far apart we were pulled. That we defied physical laws of time and space, waves, gravity, the rules laid down by physicists which governed our physical universe (earthquakes, tsunamis) and physical bodies. And yet somehow our connection had led to the opposite of intimacy. My search had led to its opposite. I had never felt so isolated and disconnected, even from myself.”
Source: Sympathy
“The glowing lapis- and lemon-hued serpent burst from the flames, a hissing and crying otherworldly being so large, she threatened the thick beams of the ceremonial hall.”
Source: The Shaman's Bones
“The glowworm shows the matin to be near And gins to pale his uneffectual fire.”