T Quotes
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“The last six years have been a lot of coding and focus and hard work. But maybe it would be fun to remember it as partying and all this crazy drama.”
“The last slide is Main Street at night, with the castle lit silver blue in the background. In the sky, fireworks are going off, cresting, cracking open the darkness, shooting long tendrils of colored light down to the buildings, way longer than I’ve ever seen for fireworks… I linger on this slide. I study that blue castle and those fireworks and realize that this is the image I’ve had in my head of Disneyland for all these years. Just like the beginning of the Wonderful World of Disney TV show. Maybe that’s why I wanted to head here this time. I know it’s ridiculous, but part of me wants to think that the world after this one could look like that.
Like I said before, I stopped having notions about religion and heaven long ago—angels and harps and clouds and all that malarkey. Yet some silly, childish side of me still wants to believe in something like this. A gleaming world of energy and light, where nothing is quite the same color as it is on earth—everything bluer, greener, redder. Or maybe we just become the colors, that light spilling from the sky over the castle. Perhaps it would be somewhere we’ve already been, the place we were before we were born, so dying is simply a return. I guess is that were true then somehow we’d remember it. Maybe that’s what I’m doing with this whole trip—looking for somewhere that I remember, deep in some crevice of my soul.
Who knows? Maybe Disneyland is heaven. Isn’t that the damnedest, craziest thing you’ve ever heard? Must be the dope talking.
(pp.253-254)”
Source: The Leisure Seeker
“The Last Smoke
(By Dishebh Bhayana)
'Tis was a fierce and growling night
Mind and cigarettes, both were running tight.
Thy packed up and called it a day
Whilst an asian man showed up, in all his hazy gay.
With all the pleads and all the prays
Thy let the man with the big hat to have his ways.
Eventually, the storm in the antheneum passed out
And along with all the clues and all the proofs, they both sailed out.
"For what it takes, we must catch the culprit", said the man with the pink skin
"I will quit the cigarettes. For whatever it takes, we must catch the culprit", smoked the reporter with a blonde grim.
The gentlemen nerves got tight
When the castle came in sight.
'Tis was there chance, the only chance
They barged in all along with a careful stance.
"Say something! You can't be...you can't...", Sobbed the asian man
Whilst the blood gushed out with the scream of the blonde, Wolfgang.
"Finally, I can see it. The landscape of the end.
Ahh! Can I...can I have one last smoke,
To cherish this beautiful en...”
“The last song I recorded with [Hank Williams, Sr.] was "I'll Never Get Out of This World Alive." I remember thinking, "Hoss, you're not just jivin'," because he was so weak that all he could do was sing a few lines and then just fall in the chair.”
“The Last Song of Grimbeard the Ghastly
I sailed so far to be a King but the time was never right
I lost my way on a stormy past, got wrecked in starless night
But let my heart be wrecked by hurricanes and my ship by storm weather
I know I am a Hero, and a Hero is… forever
In another time, another place, I could have been a King
But in my castle’s ruined towers the lonely seabirds sing
I burned up my Tomorrows, I cannot go back ever
But I am still a Hero, and a Hero is… forever”
Source: How to Betray a Dragon's Hero
“The last song was so deep and raw and pure that I could not escape. It was as if the people were singing in between the notes, weeping and joyful at the same time, and I felt like their voices or something was rocking me in its bosom, holding me like a scared kid, and I opened up to that feeling-and it washed over me.”
Source: Traveling Mercies: Some Thoughts on Faith
“The last sort I shall mention are verbal critics - mere word-catchers, fellows that pick out a word in a sentence and a sentence in a volume, and tell you it is wrong. The title of Ultra-Crepidarian critics has been given to a variety of this species.”
Source: Table-talk: Or, Original Essays
“The last sort of really low-key race I ran, I realized with about a hundred metres to go, that my heart just wasn't in it. I wasn't trying my hardest, I didn't care to compete against the girls I was up against. That spoke a lot about where my heart was taking me-which was off the track.”
“The last sound on the worthless earth will be two human beings trying to launch a homemade spaceship and already quarreling about where they are going next.”
“The last speaker alluded to this movement as being that of a few disappointed women. From the first years to which my memory stretches, I have been a disappointed woman. I was disappointed when I came to seek a profession worthy an immortal being - every employment was closed to me, except those of the teacher, the seamstress, and the housekeeper. In education, in marriage, in religion, in everything, disappointment is the lot of woman. It shall be the business of my life to deepen this disappointment in every woman's heart until she bows down to it no longer.”
“The last spectacle of which Christian men are likely to grow tired is a harbour. Centuries hence there may be jumping-off places for the stars, and our children's children's and so forth children may regard a ship as a creeping thing scarcely more adventurous than a worm. Meanwhile, every harbour gives us a sense of being in touch, if not with the ends of the universe, with the ends of the earth.”
“The last stage but one of every civilisation, is characterised by the forced political unification of its constituent parts, into a single greater whole.”
“The last start of spring training, my (cut fastball) was okay. It just wasn't what I wanted it to be. I tried to work on making it cut more and do more. I think that set (the forearm) off ... trying to make it move a lot, cut a lot. I'm just going to back off and trust it a little bit more and not try and push that.”
“The last state to admit a black student to the college level was South Carolina”
“The last step in parental love involves the release of the beloved; the willing cutting of the cord that would otherwise keep the child in a state of emotional dependence.”
“The last step will be letting my hair go natural. That's when you'll know I'm free.”
“the last steps of life are ever slow and difficult.”
“The last stop to protect rights and liberties is the Supreme Court.”
“The last story you should write is the most important story. You should start with a story that is just an amusing, entertaining, fun story to write and learn your writing chops with the least important things before you start applying them to the most important things.”
“The last story: God is everything, God is good.”
“The Last Street of Tehean
Facing the airport, all that's now left in my grasp
is a crumpled land
that fits in the palm of my hand.
Facing wavering sunbeams—
a sun that is angry and mute.
All the way from the salt sands of Dasht-e Lut,
it came, the dream
that forced my fingers' shift,
that set my teeth on edge.
A muted breeze,
whirlwind spun from sand dunes
all the way, even through the back alley.
Are you pasting together the cut-up fragments of my face to make me laugh?
No longer than the palm of the hand, a short leap,
exactly the length you had predicted.
A huge grave in which to lay the longest night of the year to sleep.
Sleep has quit our eyelids for other pastures,
has dropped its anchor at the shores of garden ponds,
has lost the chapped flaking of its lips,
poor thing!
Are you pasting together the cut-up fragments of my face to make me laugh?
With scissors - snip, snip - they are severing something.
The alphabet shavings strewn on the ground,
are they the letters that spell our family name?
With every zig-zag,
you cage my mother's breath,
her footprints fading
in the shifting sands.
Are you pasting together the cut-up fragments of my face to make me laugh?
No.
A strange land-shape form.
I will not return.
I left behind a shoe, one of a pair,
for you to put on and follow after me.
Translated from Persian to English by Franklin Lewis”
Source: Selected Poems of Rosa Jamali
“The last stroke of midnight dies.
All day in the one chair
From dream to dream and rhyme to rhyme I have ranged
In rambling talk with an image of air:
Vague memories, nothing but memories.”
Source: The Wild Swans at Coole
“The last struggles of a great superstition are very frequently the worst.”
Source: A History of the Warfare of Science with Theology in Christendom: From Creation to the Victory of Scientific and Literary Methods
“The last suit that you wear, you don't need any pockets.”
“The last summer of his life he sat hours together on the old chintz-covered swing-bed in front of the willow tree, chain-smoking Woodbines and watching the shadows flood the lawn until they swallowed him and only the tip of his ciggarette still showed, a faint red pulse. How she had longed to bring him in, to rescue him as he had rescued his sergeant. Her mother wasn't up to it, sitting all day in the kitchen listening to Alma Cogan and Ronnie Hilton on the wireless, biting her nails until they bled. So, it was she who had gone, crossing the lawn at dusk to stand in front of him, waiting for the right words to come into her head, for a dove that would bring her the gift of speech. But nothing came, and he had gazed at her through the smoke of his ciggarette as though from the far side of a pane of glass. He felt sorry for her perhaps, knowing why she had come out, knowing the impossibility of it. But instead of saying, sit down beside me Alice, sit down, daughter, and we will try to understand together the unbearable truth that love is not always enough, that people cannot always be brought back in, he had said, very conservatively, as though in reference to a discussion he had been having with her in his head for weeks, 'They used flame-throwers, you know'. And she had nodded, yes, Daddy, and left him, and gone to her room, and pushed her face into the pillow and bawled. Because she should have done it, should have, and she had failed.”
“The Last Supper is supposed to be thirteen men. Who is this woman? "Everyone misses it, our preconceived notions of this scene are so powerful that our mind blocks out the incongruity and overrides our eyes.”
Source: The Da Vinci Code
“The last survivor of the Dingo Totem in his tribe, he had even been denied the morsel of meat, that might have been his share when the Desert People started eating their tame dingoes. Wild or tame, Balulu could neither kill nor eat a dingo, for they were his sworn brothers and in the body of one of them lived his other self. If he killed a dingo it was even possible that he would be killing himself, for if his life had no place to go when it took leave of his body, it must perish too.”
Source: Boomerang Hunter
“The last swimmers have come in from the beach now and are dressing upstairs; the cars from New York are parked five deep in the drive, and already the halls and salons and verandas are gaudy with primary colours, and hair bobbed in strange new ways...”
Source: The Great Gatsby
“The last taste of sweets is sweetest last.”
“The last temptation is the greatest treason: to do the right deed for the wrong reason.”
“The last thing a fish would ever notice would be water.”
“The last thing a man becomes progressive about is the activities of his own wife.”
Source: Crystal Eastman on women and revolution
“The last thing a police officer wants to hear: I am calling 911 for a police supervisor.”
“The last thing a political party gives up is its vocabulary.”
“The last thing a real cop wants to do is write a ticket. That's the truth.”
“The last thing a scientist would do is cling to a map because he inherited it from his grandfather, or because it was used by George Washington or Abraham Lincoln.”
Source: LANGUAGE IN ACTION
“The last thing a sex addict wants their partner to do is break up with them, as they need the partner as much as they need their secret lovers!”
“The last thing a woman will consent to in a man whom she loves, or on whom she simply depends, is want of courage.”
Source: Joseph Conrad: The Complete Novels [Nostromo, Heart of Darkness, Lord Jim, The Secret Agent, etc.] (Book House)
“The last thing a young artist should do in poetry or any other field is think about whats in style, whats current, what are the trends. Think instead of what you like to read, what do you admire, what you like to listen to in music. What do you like to look at in architecture? Try to make a poem that has some of those qualities.”
“The last thing a young woman needs is another picture of a sexy pop star writhing in sand, covered in grease, touching herself.”
“The last thing abandoned by a party is its phraseology, because among political parties, as elsewhere, the vulgar make the language, and the vulgar abandon more easily the ideas that have been instilled into it than the words that it has learnt.”
Source: Memoir, Letters, and Remains of Alexis de Tocqueville
“The last thing abandoned by a party is its phraseology.”
Source: Memoir, Letters, and Remains of Alexis de Tocqueville
“The last thing an abductor wants you to do is place a 911 call!”
“The last thing Australia needs right now is instability and uncertainty.”
“The last thing family and friends want is for you to spend money on them that you don't have or that you can't really spare.”
“The last thing he ever said to me was, 'Just always be waiting for me, and then some night you will hear me crowing.”
Source: Peter Pan (Peter and Wendy) (Annotated Edition)
“The last thing he felt was Bethany being pulled from his limp arms. A finality of black crashed over him in waves he couldn’t surface from, welcoming him into the nothingness that dug in deep, refusing to ever let him go.”
“The last thing he saw before his death was the expression on James’ face, as it changed to something horribly scary.”
Source: The Manhattanville Incident: An Undead Novel
“The last thing I'd want to be accused of is "growing up"; this is how boring conventional people congratulate you when your spirit breaks. 173”
Source: I Wrote This Book Because I Love You: Essays
“The last thing I ever thought would ever happen to me was losing my legs.”