T Quotes
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“The losses of the natural world are our loss, their silence silences something within the human mind.”
“The losses that we had came into our lives so we can find each other and help heal each other... you were the only goodness left in my life.”
Source: The Name of Red
“The lost are never saved by confessing and the saved are never restored by believing.”
Source: Grace: An Exposition of God's Marvelous Gift
“The Lost Cause was not an accident. It was not a mistake that history stumbled into. It was a deliberate, multi-faceted, multi-field effort predicated on both misremembering and obfuscating what the confederacy stood for. And the role slavery played in shaping this county.”
Source: How the Word Is Passed: A Reckoning with the History of Slavery Across America
“The lost copy personalities of those who are faking one, absorbing energy, unaware of what they're taking on.”
“The “Lost Day” film and the comments by Putin and Medvedev have revealed a great deal: that the invasion of Georgia in August 2008 was indeed a preplanned aggression and that so-called “Russian peacekeepers” in South Ossetia and Abkhazia were in fact the vanguard of the invading forces that were in blatant violation of Russia’s international obligations and were training and arming the separatist forces.
The admission by Putin that Ossetian separatist militias acted as an integral part of the Russian military plan transfers legal responsibility for acts of ethnic cleansing of Georgian civilians and mass marauding inside and outside of South Ossetia to the Russian military and political leadership. Putin’s admission of the prewar integration of the Ossetian separatist militias into the Russian General Staff war plans puts into question the integrity of the independent European Union war report, written by Swiss diplomat Heidi Tagliavini that accused the Georgians of starting the war and attacking Russian “peacekeepers,” which, according to Tagliavini, warranted a Russian military response.”
“The lost enjoy forever the horrible freedom they have demanded.”
“The Lost Girls
Nomad girls are Lost Ones too,
With leaves at foot and crown;
They too seek shelter in the tress,
Drink Red and Gold and Brown.
Their circlets made of steam and rain,
Their lashes powdered ash,
They're firelight, they're fox's kill,
They're blood and sweat and scratch.
Lost Boys fly forever, and crow the rising sun.
They play all day in Neverland, their laughter mermaid-spun.
But Lost Girls live underground:
They steal from hole to hole.
They drink the shadows, wear the night,
And paint their cheeks with coal.
And when the wind turns colder,
They split a doe and climb inside.
Still-warm sinew wraps their hands,
Dead muscle soaks the light.
You'll never tell what's girl, what's beast,
Once bloody fur's been trussed-
So think your happy thoughts, Lost Boy,
Wish on your Fairy Dust.”
Source: Shattered Blue
“The lost glove is happy.”
Source: Pale fire
“The lost nobility of the artwork and of its natural spirit stems from the immoderate love of the people for anecdotes and juicy details.”
Source: The Paradox of Photography
“The lost paradises are the only true ones not because, in retrospect, the past joy seems more beautiful than it really was, but because remembrance alone provides the joy without the anxiety over its passing and thus gives it an otherwise impossible duration. Time loses its power when remembrance redeems the past.”
Source: Eros and Civilization
“the lost sequence in a life, they say, is the thing we always search out”
Source: Warlight
“The lost unicorn is in our presence!!”
“The lost wallet or purse law: No matter how careful you are, assume that you will lose a few. ... Keep grief to a minimum. It's bad enough your stuff is gone; don't lose your mind too.”
“the lost women I need to know their names those women I would have walked with, jauntily the way men go in groups swinging their arms, and the ones those sweating women whom I would have joined After a hard game to chew the fat what would we have called each other laughing joking into our beer? where are my gangs, my teams, my mislaid sisters? all the women who could have known me, where in the world are their names?”
Source: Next: new poems
“The lot assigned to every man is suited to him, and suits him to itself.”
“The lot of critics is to be remembered by what they failed to understand.”
“The lot of man - to suffer and to die.”
Source: The odyssey
“The lot of man is ceaseless labor, Or ceaseless idleness, which is still harder.”
“The lot of man is to suffer and die.What's gone is of no consequence.”
Source: The Cotton Malone Series 9-Book Bundle
“The lot of man-to suffer and die.”
Source: Odyssey
“The lot of the bride
to be wed before bed
desired until rotten.
The lot of the author
to be read before bed
admired then forgotten.”
“The lotos bowed above the tide and dreamed.”
Source: Old Song and New
“The Lottery by Stewart Stafford
It was New York, 1984,
The AIDS tsunami roared in,
Friends, old overnight, no more,
Breathless, I went for a check-up.
A freezing winter's dawn,
A solitary figure before me,
What we called a drag queen,
White heels trembled in the cold.
"Hi, are you here to get tested?"
Gum chewed, brown eyes stared.
This was not my type of person,
I turned heel and walked away.
At month's end, a crippling flu,
The grey testing centre called,
Two hundred people ahead of me;
A waking nightmare all too real.
I gave up and turned to leave,
But a familiar voice called out:
"Hey, you there, come back!"
I stopped and turned around.
The drag queen stood there in furs,
But sicker, I didn't recognise them,
"Stand with me in the line, honey."
"Nah, I'm fine, I'll come back again."
"Support an old broad before she faints?"
A voice no longer frail but pin-sharp.
I got in line to impatient murmurs:
"If anyone has a problem, see me!"
Sylvester on boombox, graveyard choir.
My pal's stage name was Carol DaRaunch,
(After the Ted Bundy female survivor)
Their real name was Ernesto Rodriguez.
After seeing the doctor, Carol hugged me,
Writing down their number on some paper,
With their alias not their real name on it:
"Is this the number of where you work?"
"THAT is my home number to call me on.
THAT'S my autograph, for when I'm famous!"
"I was wrong about you, Carol," I said.
"Baby, it takes time to get to know me!"
A hug, shimmy, the threadbare blonde left.
A silent chorus of shuffling dead men walking,
Spartan results, a young man's death sentence.
Real words faded rehearsal, my eyes watered.
Two weeks on, I cautiously phoned up Carol.
The receiver was picked up, dragging sounds,
Like furniture being moved: "Is Carol there?"
"That person is dead." They hung up on me.
All my life's harsh judgements, dumped on Carol,
Who was I to win life's lottery over a guardian angel?
I still keep that old phone number forty years on,
Crumpled, faded, portable guilt lives on in my wallet.
© Stewart Stafford, 2024. All rights reserved.”
“The lottery is a tax on ignorance, and all the losers that play the game are paying the price for their stupidity.”
“The lottery of honest labor, drawn by time, is the only one whose prizes are worth taking up and carrying home.”
Source: The Collected Works of Theodore Parker: Lessons from the world of matter and the world of man
“The lottery question might get you thinking about what you would do if talent and money didn't matter. But they do. The question twentysomethings need to ask themselves is what they would do with their lives if they didn't win the lottery.”
Source: The Defining Decade: Why Your Twenties Matter - And How to Make the Most of Them Now
“The lotus does not just grow despite the mud; it transforms the mud into the very foundation of its bloom. Your deepest wounds are the fertile ground from which your greatest strength will rise.”
“The lotus flower shall sit upon the waters of my heart.”
“The lotus grows in muddy waters but this flower does not show any trace of it: So we have to live in the world.”
Source: Sparks of Divinity: The Teachings of B. K. S. Iyengar
“The Lotus in Buddhism is a sacred symbol that represents purity and resurrection as attributes that develop through a spiritual awakening of the self. With humble beginnings in swamplands, the Lotus flower exquisitely blooms, pure and untainted, from this murky world it thrives in. The Lotus flower represents a higher state of mind, a strong spirit cultivated far from the suffering and temptations of this muddied world that personifies beauty through the present moment.”
Source: Purple Buddha Project: Purple Book of Self-Love
“The lotus is the most beautiful flower, whose petals open one by one. But it will only grow in the mud. In order to grow and gain wisdom, first you must have the mud --- the obstacles of life and its suffering. ... The mud speaks of the common ground that humans share, no matter what our stations in life. ... Whether we have it all or we have nothing, we are all faced with the same obstacles: sadness, loss, illness, dying and death. If we are to strive as human beings to gain more wisdom, more kindness and more compassion, we must have the intention to grow as a lotus and open each petal one by one.”
“The lotus unfolds only in the murk. Stars explode at night; the moon lands. Growth occurs in the quiet dark.”
“The lotus' stem is as long as the depth of water,
So men's height is just as great as their inner strength.”
“The loud banging on Himari’s door could only be one person, only one person in the world knocked like that, her neighbor Filippo ben Vincente. “I am not home,” Himari yelled, refusing to leave her nest on the couch.
“I have your favorite… amaretti. Still warm from the oven,” Filippo coaxed.
Himari looked at the junk food wrappers scattered on the coffee table and thought about her empty kitchen. Filippo’s cookies were divine. “Make me a cappuccino, too?”
“Yes, I make you two cappuccino. Come on.”
Himari rolled her eyes. She stopped correcting his English, especially when she found it charming. Shuffling to the door, she pulled it open and gave him a reluctant smile.
He threw up his hands and said, “Mamma Mia, look at you, eh? What is this you are wearing? It’s the same clothes since two days ago, and they were disgusting then.”
“Shut up and give me cookies.” Himari moved past him, seeing his studio door ajar.”
Source: M3-The Outsiders
“The loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind.”
“The loud rasp of leather yanked through Carson’s belt loops sent her attention to his torso.
“What are you doing?” London’s panicked gaze shot to his face.
“I don’t have a collar on me.”
“I am wholly disinterested in being collared.”
“One weekend, London.” He grasped one of her hips with his free hand. “If you’re disappointed at any time, you can walk. I’ll never speak of it again. Our work together will go unaffected. No one—and I mean no one—but us will know.”
“Would you put that in writing?” Her eyes filled with mischief.
Priceless. London lured him toward a lightning storm. He could play. Hell, nothing appealed in the moment more than a weekend playing with London. Yes, this is what he wanted. Now he needed to know if she was willing.
“I’ll do one better.” He snaked the belt around her waist until the leather rested against her hips.
“I’m not a notch on a belt.”
“You could never be a notch, London Chantelle. You’re the whole belt, sugar.”
Her face softened, and the playfulness in her eyes died. He recognized the deliberation behind them, the wonder if she’d be safe, here and at work. London needn’t have worried. She might get scared, but mutual satisfaction was the only way his brand of sexual fulfillment worked.
“Say yes or no.” He pressed his torso to her corseted body, the last space between her body and his obliterated. “But say yes.”
“What will happen if I say yes?”
“What you want. What you’ve probably always wanted.”
Her eyes misted with a surprising vulnerability. “Yes.”
Source: Untouchable
“The loud sounds of my mind
blind me every night.
I close my eyes to sleep on time
but the visions come alive.
They remind me of the scars and
the pain in my past life.
I try to move on but this
haunts me in the present time.
All I want is to sleep,
to snore it away, and dream.
But, the mind is a pool of chaos
in which I drown with every swim.
I want to feel better but it gets under my skin
and reminds me of a ship of hope that is about to sink.”
“The louder he shouts,
The weaker is his self confidence!”
“The louder he talked of his honor, the faster we counted our spoons.”
“The louder our world today is, the deeper God seems to remain in silence. Silence is the language of eternity; noise passes.”
“The louder the dogs bark the less a lion feels threatened.”
“The louder the voice, the weaker the point.”
“The louder you bellyache, the longer your stomach will hurt.”
Source: Making Wishes: Quotes, Thoughts, & a Little Poetry for Every Day of the Year
“The loudes person in the room was rarely the most intelligent, and more often, the opposite.”
Source: Across the Great Ocean: Awakening
“The loudest and most authoritative voices in the debate over psychedelics in the 1960s were precisely the people who knew the least about them.”
Source: How to Change Your Mind: The New Science of Psychedelics
“The loudest echoes of the heart are often found in the depths of silence.”
Source: Death: Light of Life and the Shadow of Death
“The loudest noise in the world is silence.”
“The loudest noise you'll hear from a couple in love, is the dancing of their heart.”
“The loudest noises are coming fromwithin and not from any other source outside! We need to silence our mind by taking care of the hundreds and thousands of thoughts which run past our mind every second.”
Source: Being in Peace