T Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with T. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“The little girl skipped by under the wrinkled oak leaves and held fast to a replica of herself.”
“The little girl was always dressed in red. She would flatten her shoulders and her folded arms on the windowsill, and her yellow and black head seemed to be floating in blood.”
Source: Blue Boy
“The little girls were wearing black party dresses and black party shoes, so strangers would know at once how nice they were.”
Source: SLAUGHTERHOUSE FIVE
“The little grassroots people can change this world.”
“The little group before her finally moved on and Sarah took its place, standing before Tom like he was a painting in a museum.
And then his vacant eyes dropped from that point somewhere above her head and he looked at her—looked into her eyes and registered her presence. His eyes widened and his mouth opened wordlessly.
For the space of six heartbeats they stared at one another and then Sarah simply said, “Come home.” She held her hand out to him.
He gazed at it for a moment.
“Come with me,” she said softly.
Slowly he rose from his chair and walked toward her. He slipped his hand into hers and his palm was warm and callused.
She stepped back and pulled him along with her. Suddenly his arms went around her, hugging her tight, his head dropped to her shoulder and his mouth pressed into her hair as he whispered, “I can’t believe you’re here.”
Her hands slipped up the smooth, supple skin of his back to hook over his shoulders. She buried her face against his chest, breathing him in, forgetting time and place and circumstance and just holding him.”
Source: Bone Deep
“The little group rested on the bank of a river. Calm reigned, only disturbed by the snores of Gwizdo, who was fast asleep next to Hector. The two were lying on the bank. Nearby, sitting side by side under a tree, Lian-Chu and the moustached man were engaged in discussion.”
Source: Chasseurs de Dragons, Tome 8 : Le retour de Zoria
“The Little Guy, behind whom politicians strategically coalesce — thumping majorities prevail in a democracy — cannot abide by a reality in which greater wealth affords greater "access."”
“The little honesty that exists among authors is discernible in the unconscionable way they misquote from the writings of others.”
Source: Essays of Schopenhauer: Top Essays
“The little house in Riverside... didn't really matter. I saw at once that houses in general didn't really matter. You didn't live in the house, you lived on the porch, you lived in the outdoors with the lovely air blowing in all the windows. The houses were not impressive and the town was not impressive, but the people were impressive.”
Source: Marjory Stoneman Douglas: Voice of the River
“The Little House was very happy as she sat on the hill and watched the countryside around her. She watched the sun rise in the morning and she watched the sun set in the evening. Day followed day, each one a little different from the one before . . . but the Little House stayed just the same.”
Source: Mike Mulligan and More: A Virginia Lee Burton Treasury
“The little I am exposed to hurts my feelings. The only things I can really control are my songs and my behavior. The rest? If I focused on it, that would lead to insanity.”
“The little I have, I share with you; the little you have, you also share with me. Together we all have a full share of everything. Share with me your Love as I share with you my Peace; together we have full share of Unity!”
“The little I know of it has not served to raise my opinion of what is vulgarly called the Monied Interest; I mean, that blood-sucker, that muckworm, that calls itself the friend of government.”
“The little idiosyncrasies that only I know about: that's what made her my wife. Oh she had the goods on me too, she knew all my little peccadilloes. People call these things imperfections, but they're not. Ah, that's the good stuff!”
“The little imp had gone Brazilian.
Damn him for a sinner but the thoughts that zinged through his mind would make the roof of a church cave in on him.
Thoughts like: She better have done that with me in mind because I’m not letting anyone with a set of balls near her ever again.
Thoughts like: Mine. Mine and mine.”
Source: Whisper No Lies
“The little incidents and accidents of every day fill us with emotion, anxiety, annoyance, passion, as long as they are close to us, when they appear so big, so important, so serious; but as soon as they are borne down the restless stream of time they lose what significance they had; we think no more of them and soon forget them altogether. They were big only because they were near.”
Source: Essays of Arthur Schopenhauer: selected and translated by T. Bailey Saunders
“The little individualist, recognizing his individual impotence, realizing that he did not possess within himself even the basis of a moral judgement against his big brother, began to change his point of view. He no longer hoped to right all things by his individual efforts. He turned to the law, to the government, to the state.”
“The little island seemed to float on the dark lake-waters. Trees grew on it, and a little hill rose in the middle of it. It was a mysterious island, lonely and beautiful. All the children stood and gazed at it, loving it and longing to go to it. It looked so secret - almost magic.
“Well,” said Jack at last. “What do you think? Shall we run away, and live on the secret island?”
“Yes!” whispered all the children.
“Let’s!”
Source: The Secret Island
“The little island seemed to float on the dark lake-waters. Trees grew on it, and a little hill rose in the middle of it. It was a mysterious island, lonely and beautiful. All the children stood and gazed at it, loving it and longing to go to it. It looked so secret - almost magic.”
“The little jihad is over, and now we have the bigger jihad - the bigger battle is achieving security and economic growth”
“The little kids by the water threw their hands in the air and squealed, chasing each other in circles.
It was hard to believe that I’d ever been that small. That young. That happy and clueless. They had
pain ahead. Heartbreak. Loss. They didn’t know and I didn’t want them to – but at the same time, I
hated that I hadn’t known. I’d taken everything for granted – my mother, my friends in Alexandria,
playing hockey. I dreamed about the future because that’s what people persuade you to do when
you’re a kid, but that’s the biggest lie of all – that you can plan. Reality is, you have no fucking clue
what’s coming and neither do they”
Source: Breakable
“The little lake you love is the biggest ocean for you!”
“The Little Man does not know that he is little, and he is afraid of knowing it. He covers up his smallness and narrowness with illusions of strength and greatness...”
“The little man is still a man.”
“The little may contrast with the great, in painting, but cannot be said to be contrary to it. Oppositions of colors contrast; but there are also colors contrary to each other, that is, which produce an ill effect because they shock the eye when brought very near it.”
Source: Delphi Collected Works of Voltaire (Illustrated)
“The little memories are the ones that eat me alive.”
Source: Every Sweet Thing Is Bitter
“The little mind who loves itself, will wr'te and think with the vulgar; but the great mind will be bravely eccentric, and scorn the beaten road, from universal benevolence.”
“The little moments which mean nothing to you now, will mean everything later in life. Little things like being able to go to your mom’s birthday party, eating breakfast with your grandma, spending time with your brother, and driving the roads you grew up on; will make all the difference later in life.”
“The little money I have - that is my wealth, but the things I have for which I would not take money, that is my treasure.”
“The Little Mute Boy The little boy was looking for his voice. (The king of the crickets had it.) In a drop of water the little boy was looking for his voice. I do not want it for speaking with; I will make a ring of it so that he may wear my silence on his little finger In a drop of water the little boy was looking for his voice. (The captive voice, far away, put on a cricket's clothes.) Translated by William S. Merwin”
“The little ones leaped, and shouted, and laugh'd
And all the hills echoed”
“The little ones still remember how to use the power of their imagination. They are still engaged in the utilization of their imagination, that is one of the reasons that keeps them so exhilarated.”
“The little orange, trapezoidal, translucent sail on the river, the boatmen keeping their balance. Further on, the bride in her palanquin, and the husband on horseback ahead of her. A whole parade of luminous figures. In fact, what we have here is a fake traditional Korean wedding and a TV shoot. But whether or not the ritual is authentic, there is the same racial beauty in all the faces.
The Diagonal of the Madman,
The Parallax of Evil,
The Ecliptic of Sex,
The Hypotenuse of Death.
Given the low likelihood of a meeting in this life or a future existence, the only hope is for a meeting in a previous life.”
Source: Cool Memories V: 2000 - 2004
“The little Otak was hiding in the rafters of the house, as it did when strangers entered. There it stayed while the rain beat on the walls and the fire sank down and the night wearing slowly along left the old woman nodding by the hearthpit. Then the otak crept down and came to Ged where he lay stretched stiff and still upon the bed. It began to lick his hands and wrists, long and patiently, with its dry leaf-brown tongue. Crouching beside his head it licked his temple, his scarred cheek, and softly his closed eyes. And very slowly under that soft touch Ged roused. He woke, not knowing where he had been or where he was or what was the faint grey light in the air about him, which was the light of dawn coming to the world. Then the otak curled up near his shoulder as usual, and went to sleep.
Later, when Ged thought back upon that night, he knew that had none touched him when he lay thus spirit-lost, had none called him back in some way, he might have been lost for good. It was only the dumb instinctive wisdom of the beast who licks his hurt companion to comfort him, and yet in that wisdom Ged saw something akin to his own power, something that went as deep as wizardry. From that time forth he believed that the wise man is one who never sets himself apart from other living things, whether they have speech or not, and in later years he strove to learn what can be learned, in silence, from the eyes of animals, the flight of birds, the great slow gestures of trees”
Source: A Wizard of Earthsea
“The little owls call to each other with tremulous, quavering voices throughout the livelong night, as they sit in the creaking trees.”
Source: Ranch Life and the Hunting Trail
“The little people must be sacred to the big ones, and it is from the rights of the weak that the duty of the strong is comprised.”
“The little people will get even, which is one of a thousand reasons why they are not little people at all. If you're a jerk as a leader, you will be torpedoed. And usually it won't be by your vice presidents; it will be on the loading dock at 3am when no supervisors are around.”
Source: The Pursuit of Wow!: Every Person's Guide to Topsy-Turvy Times
“The little person inside you needs your presence to process the physical sensations you label as emotion.”
Source: 365 Days of Compassion
“The little pig began to pray But Wolfie blew his house away. He shouted, "Bacon, Pork, and Ham! Oh what a lucky wolf I am!" And though he ate the pig quite fast, He carefully kept the tail till last.”
Source: Roald Dahl's Revolting Rhymes
“the little plot of dirt around the mailbox, the cemetery of all the flowers she’d tried to grow.”
“The little Plumpuppets are fairies of beds; They have nothing to do but watch sleepyheads; They turn down the sheets and they tuck you in tight, And dance on your pillow to wish you good night!”
Source: The Rocking Horse
“The little poets sing of little things:
Hope, cheer, and faith, small queens and puppet kings;
Lovers who kissed and then were made as one,
And modest flowers waving in the sun.
The mighty poets write in blood and tears
And agony that, flame-like, bites and sears.
They reach their mad blind hands into the night,
To plumb abysses dead to human sight;
To drag from gulfs where lunacy lies curled,
Mad, monstrous nightmare shapes to blast the world.
MUSINGS
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“The little pool was lighted now, the same glowing green-or so I imagined-as the eyes of the cats who slept in the shadows around it.”
Source: Maybe the Moon
“The little prince blushed once more. He never answered questions, but when someone blushes, doesn't that mean "yes"?”
Source: The Little Prince
“The little prince crossed the dessert and met with only one flower....
“Where are the men?” the little prince asked politely.
The flower has once seen a caravan passing. "Men? she echoed. "I think there are six or seven of them in existence. I saw them, several years ago. But one never knows where to find them. The wind blows them away. They have no roots, and that makes their life very difficult.”
“The little reed, bending to the force of the wind, soon stood upright again when the storm had passed over.”
Source: The Fables of Aesop
“The little religion that I have clung to-that what matters most is the continuity of life, and its improvement from one generation to another.”
“The little respect paid to chastity in the male world is, I am persuaded, the grand source of many of the physical and moral evils that torment mankind, as well as of the vices and follies that degrade and destroy women; yet, at school, boys infallibly lose that decent bashfulness, which might have ripened into modesty at home.”
Source: A Vindication of the Rights of Woman
“The little rift between the sexes is astonishingly widened by simply teaching one set of catchwords to the girls and another to the boys.”
Source: Memories, Portraits, Essays and Records (Annotated Edition)
“The little Road says, Go; The little House says, Stay; And oh, it's bonny here at home, But I must go away.”