T Quotes
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“The hostility of this landscape teaches me how to be quiet and unobtrusive, how to find grace among spiders with a poisonous bite. I sat on a lone boulder in the midst of the curlews. By now, they had grown accustomed to me. This too, I found encouraging-that in the face of stressful intrusions, we can eventually settle in. One begins to almost trust the intruder as a presence that demands greater intent toward life. On a day like today when the air is dry and smells of salt, I have found my open space, my solitude, and sky. And I have found the birds who require it.”
“The hostility perpetually exercised between one man and another, is caused by the desire of many for that which only few can possess. Every man would be rich, powerful, and famous; yet fame, power, and riches, are only the names of relative conditions, which imply the obscurity, dependence, and poverty of greater numbers.”
Source: The Rambler: In Four Volumes..
“The hosts—our bodies—and the viruses—any bug that makes us sick—are locked in a competition with each other. When the parasite attacks, the host develops a defence. Then the virus changes to beat that defence, so the host gets a new defence. And that keeps on going. They call it a Red Queen Contest. It's from the story, you know, Alice in Wonderland.”
Source: Shantaram
“THE HOT (AND SERIOUSLY COOL) ENERGY that comes from the musical gospel preached by the title character of FELA! feels as if it could stretch easily to the borders of Manhattan and then across a river or two. There should be dancing in the streets!”
“The Hot Air Balloon Charm
Life Can Be Filled with Adventure If You Let Yourself Soar”
Source: The Charm Bracelet
“The hot case at a kombini features tonkatsu, fried chicken, menchikatsu (a breaded hamburger patty), Chinese pork buns, potato croquettes, and seafood items such as breaded squid legs or oysters. In a bit of international solidarity, you'll see corn dogs, often labeled "Amerikandoggu."
One day for lunch I stopped at 7-Eleven and brought home a pouch of "Gold Label" beef curry, steamed rice, inarizushi (sushi rice in a pouch of sweetened fried tofu), cold noodle salad, and a banana. Putting together lunch for the whole family from an American 7-Eleven would be as appetizing as scavenging among seaside medical waste, but this fun to shop for and fun to eat.
Instant ramen is as popular in Japan as it is in college dorms worldwide, and while the selection of flavors is wider than at an American grocery, it serves a predictable ecological niche as the food of last resort for those with no money or no time. (Frozen ramen, on the other hand, can be very good; if you have access to a Japanese supermarket, look for Myojo Chukazanmai brand.) That's how I saw it, at least, until stumbling on the ramen topping section in the 7-Eleven refrigerator case, where you can buy shrink-wrapped packets of popular fresh ramen toppings such as braised pork belly and fermented bamboo shoots. With a quick stop at a convenience store, you can turn instant ramen into a serious meal. The pork belly is rolled and tied, braised, chilled, and then sliced into thick circular slices like Italian pancetta. This is one of the best things you can do with pork, and I don't say that lightly.”
Source: Pretty Good Number One: An American Family Eats Tokyo
“The hot crown of his cock notched against my sex, and we both stopped, our gazes clashing.
"Em."
I knew what he meant. This felt different. This felt more like than sex. He didn't look away as he slowly pushed into me, all that hot girth making itself at home.
I moaned and spread my legs wider, working with him. He was big. And there. And it felt so good I could barely breathe through it all.
Lucian dipped his head, trembling with effort to go slow. "God. God. You feel..." He broke off with a tortured groan and a hard thrust, filling me completely.
I closed my eyes, my hands smoothing over his damp back. "So good, Lucian. So good."
That was all he needed. Moving like liquid, he rocked into me, kissing my mouth, whispering how much he wanted me. I grew incandescent with it, heat licking through me in waves.
Lucian fucked like he did most everything, with perfect finesse and fierce determination. With swagger. Soon we were both panting, moving faster, reaching for that peak yet wanting to prolong it.
"I don't want it to end," he said against my mouth. But then he canted his hips, hitting that spot that lit me up and made me scream.
There was no more finesse, no more drawing it out. Just basic rutting, fucking each other like we might die and not get another chance. And when he came, I stared up at him, at those muscles straining, his wintergreen eyes gleaming in lust and surprise, as though he couldn't quite believe how good it was.
Neither could I. Because it had never been like this.”
Source: Make It Sweet
“The hot gossip in Washington is that Condoleezza Rice might have a new boyfriend. Secretary of State Rice is being linked to Canada's Foreign Minister, Peter MacKay. It's gotta be awkward dating a fellow diplomat. Like today, MacKay had to promise Condi he would get permission from the U.N. before he invaded her.”
“The hot hall full of painted girls and American soldiers is a saloon in some Western film. This noise drenches us, wakens us to do something else. It shows us a lost path.”
“The hot, soggy breath of the approaching summer was extremely depressing”
Source: A Journey through Texas: Or a Saddle-Trip on the Southwestern Frontier
“The hot tub girl was the one before the one with the legs, and after the one with the boobs," Dan snorted, weaving slightly on his feet. "And I think he had a couple of models in between from the modeling agency start-up that he was considering adding to his portfolio."
"I told you we should have invested in that one," Marco said, making no effort to keep his voice down. "He was swimming in tits and ass." He looked over at Daisy. "Pardon my French."
Daisy gave him a cold smile. "Quel salaud!"
Liam didn't speak French, but from the look on Daisy's face he suspected what she'd said wasn't polite.
"So who is she really?" Dan gave him a nudge, keeping his voice low. "I mean, come on, man. You and her?"
"I'm his parole officer." Daisy grabbed Liam's arm and tugged him in the opposite direction. "He's on an escorted day pass. Move aside because I have to have him back in his cell by eleven P.M."
Dan's eyes widened. "No shit? What did he do?"
"He swam in the wrong hot tub." Daisy fixed Dan with a glare. "Next time, check their ID.”
Source: The Dating Plan
“The hot water cascaded down his body, and his thoughts again turned to the captivating and mysterious girl who'd fled his house. He hadn't even seen her face without makeup, though he wished he had. Her lips were full, her breasts were beautiful, and her ass was round. And the way she kissed with her delicious mouth had driven Ramón wild.
His hand reached down to stroke his throbbing cock. Oh, how he wished it was her delicate fingers wrapped around his length, or better yet, her mouth.
Yeah, that was it. He wanted to fuck her mouth.
The soft tongue of hers licking his tip, teasing him until he couldn't resist her any longer. Juliet on her knees in front of him, deep throating him. Her eyes locked on his as she took him deeper and deeper.”
Source: Ramón and Julieta
“The hot water pools are steaming, Fagan and Monsanto and the others are all sitting peacefully up to their necks, they're all naked, but there's a gang of fairies also there naked all standing in various bath house postures that make me hesitate to take my clothes off just on general principles. (p. 106)”
Source: Big Sur
“The hot, moist smell of babies fresh from naps.”
Source: Playing after dark
“The hotel bar was quiet and dark, with the kind of mood that promotes good talk and serious drinking.”
Source: Dreamsongs, Volume I
“The Hotel dining-room, like most of the others I was to find in the Highlands, had its walls covered with pictures of all sorts of wild game, living or in the various postures of death that are produced by sport. Between these pictures the walls were alert with the stuffed heads of deer, furnished with antlers of every degree of magnificence. A friend of mine has a theory that these pictures of dying birds and wounded beasts are intended to whet the diner's appetite, and perhaps they did in the more lusty age of Victoria; but I found they had the opposite effect on me, and had to keep my eyes from straying too often to them. In one particular hotel this idea was carried out with such thoroughness that the walls of its dining room looked like a shambles, they presented such an overwhelming array of bleeding birds, beasts and fishes. To find these abominations on the walls of Highland hotels, among a people of such delicacy in other things, is peculiarly revolting, and rubs in with superfluous force that this is a land whose main contemporary industry is the shooting down of wild creatures; not production of any kind but wholesale destruction. This state of things is not the fault of the Highlanders, but of the people who have bought their country and come to it chiefly to kill various forms of life.”
Source: Scottish Journey
“The hotel wanted to be elegant but kept tripping over its own carpeting.”
Source: Avon Brook Hotel | Complete Edition: A collection of short stories set in the 1970s
“The hotel was guest-friendly with hourly rates and had enough room to swing a cat, if it were a small cat and you wanted to swing it.”
Source: Red Night Zone - Bangkok City
“The hotel was once where things coalesced, where you could meet both townspeople and travelers. Not so in a motel. No matter how you build it, the motel remains the haunt of the quick and dirty, where the only locals are Chamber of Commerce boys every fourth Thursday. Who ever heard the returning traveler exclaim over one of the great motels of the world he stayed in? Motels can be big, but never grand.”
“The hotter the battle the sweeter the victory.”
“The hottest coals of fire ever heaped upon the head of one who has wronged you are the coals of human kindness.”
“The hottest fires in hell are reserved for those who remain neutral in times of moral crisis.”
“The hottest places in hell are reserved for those who, in times of great moral crisis, maintain their neutrality.”
“The hottest places in hell are reserved for those who, in time of great moral crisis, maintain their neutrality.
[This miserable mode
Maintain the melancholy souls of those
Who lived withouten infamy or praise.]”
“The hottest thing in the world is to wear pants with stockings.”
“The hottest year in global [sic] history was 1934.”
“The hounds will come to Cainsville and when they do, you'll wish you made a very different choice today”
Source: Omens
“The hour arrives, the moment wish'd and fear'd,
The child is born by many a pang endear'd
And now the mother's ear has caught his cry;
O grant the cherub to her asking eye!
He comes--she clasps him. To her bosom press'd
He drinks the balm of life, and drops to rest.”
“The hour calls for moral grandeur and spiritual audacity.”
“The hour [...] can be anywhere between three and six o'clock in the afternoon. The general rule is that the earlier tea is served, the lighter the refreshments. At three, tea is usually a snack -- dainty finger sandwiches, petits fours, fresh strawberrries; at six, it can be a meal -- or "high" tea -- with sausage rolls, salads, and trifle.”
Source: The Pleasures of Afternoon Tea
“The hour has arrived to abandon theories and go directly to what is practical.”
“the hour has not yet ended in which
under a cloth of laurel
I sat quite still.”
Source: Falling Awake
“The hour I have long wished for is now come.”
“The hour is only long thus, if you've waited.”
“The hour is only love thus, if you've waited.”
“The hour is ripe, and yonder lies the way.”
Source: The Æneid of Virgil
“The hour of death waits for no order. Death does not even come from the front. It is ever pressing on from behind. All men know of death, but they do not expect it of a sudden, and it comes upon them unawares. So, though the dry flats extend far out, soon the tide comes and floods the beach.”
Source: Essays in Idleness
“The hour of departure has arrived, and we go our separate ways, I to die, and you to live. Which of these two is better only God knows.”
“The hour of departure has arrived, and we go our ways -- I to die, and you to live. Which is better God only knows.”
Source: The Trial and Death of Socrates
“The hour of departure has arrived and we go our ways; I to die, and you to live. Which is better? Only God knows.”
Source: Socrates' - the Lost Dialogues
“The hour of happiness which comes unexpectedly is the happiest.”
“The hour of happiness will be the more welcome, the less it was expected.”
“The hour of justice does not strike On the dials of this world.”
Source: The Measure of the Hours
“The hour of noon has passed,' said Judge Fang. 'Let us go and get some Kentucky Fried Chicken.”
Source: The Diamond Age
“The hour of our release draws near.”
Source: Morning Glories, Vol. 1: For a Better Future
“The hour of reformation is always delayed; every delay gives vice another opportunity of fortifying itself by habit.”
Source: The Rambler
“The hour of spring was dark at last,
sensuous memories of sunlight past,
I stood alone in garden bowers
and asked the value of my hours.
Time was spent or time was tossed,
Life was loved and life was lost.
I kissed the flesh of tender girls,
I heard the songs of vernal birds.
I gazed upon the blushing light,
aware of day before the night.
So let me ask and hear a thought:
Did I live the spring I’d sought?
It's true in joy, I walked along,
took part in dance,
and sang the song.
and never tried to bind an hour
to my borrowed garden bower;
nor did I once entreat
a day to slumber at my feet.
Yet days aren't lulled by lyric song,
like morning birds they pass along,
o'er crests of trees, to none belong;
o'er crests of trees of drying dew,
their larking flight, my hands, eschew
Thus I’ll say it once and true...
From all that I saw,
and everywhere I wandered,
I learned that time cannot be spent,
It only can be squandered.”
Source: Rooftop Soliloquy
“The Hour of the Bull cannot last forever.”
“The hour of vistation, when the heavenly voice calls.”
“The hour on stage is rarely a drag. In fact, I can't really say that its ever a drag. The few times that its been challenging has been when you don't have a sympathetic audience or there is the occasional strange corporate gig or something that you take or that you're not sure and you're like, "Wait a second. That's just the wrong venue".”