T Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with T. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“That's the unfortunate part about historical structures in general; however breathtaking they might be, if the walls could talk, they might actually sob.”
Source: Small Orange Fruit
“That's the value of the artist... Even when they aren't aware, they're dreaming our dreams for us.”
Source: Tibetan Peach Pie
“That's the value you add and it's, incidentally, the same value you get.”
Source: It's Hard to Please Vandanya: The Suitcase
“That’s the way Chris lives, warning everyone who gets close of the lightning that may strike. Never touch anything, never make a mark. But Anatole can’t live that way. The world’s too lonely a place: he has to touch things, he has to put his arms around them.”
Source: The Salt Point
“That’s the way dreams can be, son. The reality of them can sneak up on you. Doesn’t mean you shouldn’t follow them, though. It just means that sometimes there are things you have to give up in order to do so.”
Source: The Orb and the Airship
“That's the way history works. People forget so easily. You start telling yourself a new version of the past, and after a while, it becomes reality.”
Source: Mecha Samurai Empire
“That’s the way I’ve always been. It’s hard for me to see any situation as a whole. I feel like I’m always looking at a mass of moving parts, trying to break every tiny piece of experience down and understand it in a methodical way. It’s beautiful but it’s also difficult to interact with people because they expect me to communicate the whole machine and I’m too distracted by the cogs.”
Source: Not Pounded By The Physical Manifestation Of Someone Else's Doubt In My Place On The Autism Spectrum Because Denying Someone's Personal Journey And Identity Like That Is Incredibly Rude So No Thanks
“That’s the way it is in life.
I clean up so it’s hard to explain.
I seem to finish just in time for my clothes to have playtime again.”
Source: Playtime Clothes
“That's the way it is--you have a thought, a dream, an idea in your head . . . and you do nothing to make it happen. Then one day, boom, just like that, you get up and go.”
Source: Secret Letters from 0 to 10
“That’s the way life is sometimes: you can fix things up, but you can’t make them all better.”
Source: The Academie
“That's the way life takes us,' Elleke once said. 'It takes us like this, then it turns us over and takes us like that.' What she didn't say was that through it all we manage to cling to something that makes sense.”
Source: By the Sea
“That’s the way these things work, kiddo,” he says. “Love isn't supposed to make sense. It's completely illogical.”
Source: The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight
“That's the way They do you. That's the way They set you up for it. There ought to be a warning bell on the happy-meter, so that every time it creeps high enough, you get that dang-dang alert. Duck, boy. That glow makes you too visible. One of Them is out there in the boonies, adjusting the windage, getting you lined up in the cross hairs of the scope.”
Source: Pale Gray for Guilt
“That's the way things were; people liked Lily, and while they were busy liking her, Violet got things done.
It never bothered Violet. She liked having things to do, and if her sister hadn't been there, they wouldn't have liked Violet any better. They'd only have ignored her more.”
Source: The Countess Conspiracy
“That's the way to tour Disneyland, with a complete suspension of disbelief, with a drunken sense of joy and eyes wide with wonder. Let the child inside you come out and play. Laugh and shout! Plunge into the mind and soul of Walt Disney.
---Ray Bradbury”
Source: Walt's Disneyland: It's Still There If You Know Where to Look
“That's the way we see the world; we see the exception, not the rule.”
“That's the way with anything worth doing, isn't it? You work and work, and there's always a risk of whether it's enough or not, of whether any of this is going to make a difference or if it's just months sunk into another hopeless case. But you do the work. Because it's what you can do. Because you may never know if it means anything, but on the chance that it does, you can't live with yourself if you don't try, can you?”
Source: After the Dragons
“That's the weirdest thing about being cut off from life. Everything gets washed out or muted or recedes into the background except for other people's laughter. Other people's laughter gets very loud and jarring. It penetrates. It is a reminder that other people live.”
Source: The First Time She Drowned
“That's the whole point of being human, to accept each other despite lacking comprehension.”
Source: Himalayan Sonneteer: 100 Sonnets of Unsubmission
“That's the whole world. You. Me. The sea, the sky. Every retching thing there is. It's all a dream the dragons dream, and if the last dragon ever wakes up, we're fu*ked.”
Source: The Tyrant's Law
“That's the Wildcat I remember.”
Source: Protecting His Witch
“That's the word for him. "Unbelievable." If you'd known Mortimer like I did, you'd understand. He sees reality as... well, as a first draft. Plenty of space to edit the truth the way he likes it.”
Source: How to Survive a Horror Story
“That's the wormwood," Robert Jordan told him. "In this, the real absinthe, there is wormwood. It's supposed to rot your brain out but I don't believe it. It only changes the ideas. You should pour water into it very slowly, a few drops at a time. But I poured it into the water.”
Source: For Whom the Bell Tolls
“That's the worst kind of love, I think. The kind that makes you crave the person who breaks you." - Annabel Thorne”
Source: Rip Me Apart
“That's the worst of sorrow . . . it's always a vicious circle. It makes one tense and hard and disagreeable, and this means that one repels and antagonises people, and then they dislike and avoid one--and that means more isolation and still more sorrow.”
Source: Testament of Youth
“That's the worst thing they do to you, to any of you. Whatever those brain lesions are all about, the worst damage is done before they even pick up the knife: You're all brainwashed into believing you're ugly.”
Source: Uglies
“That's the Zach I wanted back. The son I knew and loved. But it seemed almost greedy to long for that. He was alive. Shouldn't I be grateful? How dare I say it wasn't enough?”
Source: Hit Hard: One Family's Journey of Letting Go of What Was--and Learning to Live Well with What Is
“That's too bad, Anneliese, the house is really spectacular. Anneke is a true talent."
"It will be a new standard-bearer for the neighborhood," Caroline says.
"I have no doubt," my mother says in a way that implies the opposite. And I? Snap.
"You have every doubt, although I can't imagine why. Exactly what did you want from me, except for me not to exist? I'm sorry I'm such a disappointment, but for the love of god, why on earth did you even come here? Surely with all your experience over these many years and many husbands, you have figured out how to avoid me, why did you come this time? Why did you not just tell Alan I wasn't going to be in town and save us all the fucking painful charade?"
Hedy reaches out and holds my hand, giving it a squeeze in a way that clearly says, "You go, girl." And not, "You might want to shut up now."
"This is why I avoided coming here, to face your accusations. You never wanted me, Anneke, not from the moment you were born. You wouldn't take the breast; I had to bottle-feed you from day one. You never wanted to be near me, always running off, playing by yourself, going into other rooms when I came near. When I would travel, never a card or a letter. Never once did you ever tell me you missed me when I called or when I returned. I did the best I could, Anneke, but it was never good enough."
And then I start to laugh. Because the whole thing is so ridiculous. "I didn't take the BREAST? You're mad at me because I didn't SUCKLE? You didn't travel, Anneliese, you LEFT. For months and years on end. You left me with your bitter, judgmental mother to go off with an endless string of men, and always made clear how uncomfortable you were on your rare visits home. Even when you married Joe and we were together for those three years, you weren't really there, were you? Not like a real mother. Do you know why I may never have kids of my own? Not because I can't or don't want to, but because I'm so afraid of being like you. Of being another in a long line of self-absorbed, cold, aloof bitches who are incapable of providing a loving home. And I will never forgive you for that. For making me think I shouldn't be a mother. But you know what? I'm beyond it. I'm beyond needing your approval or validation. So let me be clear about something, Mommy. Take whatever you need from this evening, because it is the last time you are welcome in my life. Fuck you."
"Hear, hear," Hedy says under her breath.”
Source: Recipe for Disaster
“That's total mech waste. I'm glad I trusted my gut and didn't hand this thing over to the Order. I'm glad I sat with this commonplace for so many units. I'm not sure if I've ever believed in the transmogrification. I'm not too sure if I cared very much about this book at all. But I think if I had handed this book over to the Order, Mr. Smalls and his cronies would have burned this book. Even if I am not sure about the transmogrification of the data I can see now so many units later so much of Pop and Mabel’s cryptz in here. I think it's true what they say about youth thinking they’ve got it all figured out. I'm glad I attempted as hard as I could to stave off rigidity. So many of my fellow etceterists found their little box, climbed inside, had the box taped shut from the outside with the help of peer reinforcement, taped it from the inside too, parceled themselves off, and lost themselves in the realm of the archival sublime.”
“That's totally their interpreter," a girl with a lip ring informs us. "Even though they totally record their music in English, they totally speak in Inuktitut. Totally.”
Source: Going Bovine
“that’s tragic. he was such a happy kid.”
showered cold to make his pants fit
would rather stand up straight than sit
didn’t cry when his parents split
he was such a happy kid
now their words are what’s killing him
taking pills, hoping they will stick
his grades have dropped
his friends are gone
paints his nails and dyes his hair
parents says it’s a teenage fit
’cause he is such a happy kid
how come you tell me who to be
”aim big thats all you’ll need”
money is what drives the world
”become a lawyer thats your true worth”
i won’t try to fit your needs
i am not who you think
because i’m not a happy kid”
Source: Teenage Burden
“That’s trouble. The pixies will sour your milk.”
“I thought it was hobgoblins who soured milk.”
“A dirty lie. Spread by the pixies, no doubt.”
Source: Omens
“That's true enough," he said, looking me up and down with a pained expression. He looked down at himself after, as if he needed to soothe his eyes with his own beauty.”
Source: Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries
“That's true," the male officer said. "Stew Mitchum is as cute as a button."
I tried to think of buttons I'd seen that liked to torture small animals, but I couldn't.”
Source: Who Could That Be at This Hour?
“That's twice you've played your little lord-of-the-manor card."
I grin, having fun. "What was the promise? Oh, right. The third time I do so, you make a jerk-off gesture?"
Delilah sets a hip against the back of North's chair as she faces me. I don't like the proximity of her butt to his head. At all. But she's smirking at me with those pouty lips. "Let me save you the trouble."
With her free hand, she makes a loose fist and pumps it. The gesture is expected, but not the bolt of heat that punches through my gut and goes straight to my cock.
Fuck. I can practically feel her hand on my swollen flesh, the tug she'd give me. Biting back an internal groan, I give her a lazy smile. "Looks like you've had some practice with that, Tot."
Practice some more. I'm here all week, willing victim.
She doesn't blink. "I'm multitalented, Con Man."
"I just bet you are." My dick is rapidly rising, getting heavy in my pants. Hell. Calm yourself, Saint. The request is easier said than done. She's locked eyes with me, unwilling to back down. And she has no idea what she's stirring up. It isn't anger I'm feeling.
I'm in so much trouble.”
Source: Dear Enemy
“That's two Appaloosas, two quarter horses and one mule, plus tack. They were ordered by a man called himself Theodore Roosevelt. No chance that would be the president, is there?”
Source: Hell Hole
“That's two full days away. Maybe, if I'm not dead by then, I can still take Sophie.”
Source: The Perfect Blindside
“That’s two out of three. You know what to do when you get the last one?”
“You want a picture.”
“That’s right, baby. I want a picture”
“That’s us,” he said. “Those five little nuts right there.”
“Which one is me?” I asked.
“The little deformed one,” Zoë suggested.
“Oh, shut up.”
Source: The Titan’s Curse
“That's us," I said smiling brightly. "The Udells." That seemed to wake Roger up a little, and he blinked at me, surprised.
"Finally," the clerk muttered. "All right. Names?" he asked, fingers posed over his keyboard.
"Oh," I said, "Well. That's... Edmund. And I'm Hillary." Roger glanced over at me, a little more sharply, and I tried to shrug as subtly as possible.”
Source: Amy & Roger's Epic Detour
“That’s very good,” Harding said. “I think these people owe you their lives.”
“Not really,” Kelly said, with a little shrug.
Sarah shot her a look. “All your life, other people will try to take your accomplishments away from you. Don’t you take it away from yourself.”
Source: The Lost World
“That’s very trusting.” Iris watches Anke search our backpacks.
“We’re saving people’s lives. We thought we could be,”Anke says. I’m more fixated on her arm in my backpack than on what she’s saying, though. That bag is nearly empty, but it’s mine. She’s messing it up. Her hands might not even be clean.
When she does stop, I immediately wish she hadn’t. “Denise,” she says, “I need to search your bed next.”
My gaze flicks to my pillow. “I. I. Could I.”
“She doesn’t like people touching her bed.” Iris stands, guarding me.
“You’re touching it,” Captain Van Zand’s brother says.
Iris shoots him a withering look. “I sat at the foot, which is the only place that’s OK for even me to touch, and I’m her sister.”
Anke’s sigh sounds closer to a hiss. “Look, we have more rooms to search.”
I squirm. No. Not squirm. I’m rocking. Back and forth. “Wait,” I say.
“You can’t—” Iris goes on.
“Just ’cause she’s too precious to—” the man argues.
“Wait,” I repeat, softer this time, so soft that I’m not even sure Iris hears it. “Can I, can I just, wait. I can lift the sheets and mattress myself. You can look. Right? Is that good? Right? Is that good? If I lift them?” I force my jaw shut.
No one says anything for several moments. I can’t tell if Anke is thinking of a counterargument or if she really is trying to make this work. Her lips tighten. “OK. If you listen to my instructions exactly.”
“You’re indulging her?” Captain Van Zand’s brother says. “She’s just being difficult. Have you ever seen an autistic kid? Trust me, they’re not the kind to take water scooters into the city like she did.”
“Denise, just get it done,” Anke snaps.
I don’t stand until they’re far enough away from the bed, as if they might jump at me and touch the bed themselves regardless. I blink away tears. It’s dumb, I know that—I’m treating Anke’s hands like some kind of nuclear hazard—but this is my space, mine, and too little is left that’s mine as is. I can’t even face Iris. With the way she tried to help, it feels as though I’m betraying her by offering this solution myself.
I keep my head low and follow Anke’s orders one-handed. Take off both the satin and regular pillowcases, show her the pillow, shake it (although I tell her she can feel the pillow herself: that’s OK, since the pillowcases will cover it again anyway)—lift the sheets, shake them, lift the mattress long enough for her to shine her light underneath, let her feel the mattress (which is OK, too, since she’s just touching it from the bottom) . . .
They tell us to stay in our room for another hour.
I wash my hands, straighten the sheets, wash my hands again, and wrap the pillow in its cases.
“That was a good solution,” Iris says.
“Sorry,” I mutter.
“For what?”
Being difficult. Not letting her help me. I keep my eyes on the sheets as I make the bed and let out a small laugh.”
Source: On the Edge of Gone
“That’s war. It won’t let anyone get away unscathed. I’m sorry about Grete.”
Verner aka ‘Jens’
in the novel 'the Informer' by Steen Langstrup”
Source: The Informer
“That's way too adorable," Tess said.
"You keep saying that coincidences are adorable when I don't see how one has anything to do with the other," Theo said. "Koala-pandas are adorable."
"You're adorable," Tess said.
Jaime said, "I'm thinking it's a little adorable, too. Cuddly, at least."
"You're hurting my head," said Theo.”
Source: The Shadow Cipher
“That's what a drum is all about - it gathers people in and holds them.”
Source: The Painted Drum
“That’s what a good wife does, keeps your dreams alive even when you don’t believe anymore”
Source: Age of Myth
“That's what a poem is," Leslie said, "a feeling about some special time or place or happening, pressed into as few lines as it will go.”
Source: A Room Made of Windows
“That's what a secret is. It's a confession in disguise. Well, sort of. The whole power of a secret is in the keeping - the power of knowing something that nobody else does. But the whole point of confession is letting go. You're supposed to feel better afterward. Like the weight has been lifted and your soul is suddenly free to fly or whatever.
But what if it isn't? What if, after telling someone, you feel just as bad as you did before, except now everybody else knows? And you can see it in their eyes as you walk down the hall? Your secrets staring right back at you? Wasn't it better, sometimes, to not say anything at all?”
“That’s what a skinwalker is: a mean asshole with a meaner spirit squatting inside.”
Oberon said.”
Source: Tricked
“That’s what a soul is: a root. It’s memories and love and feelings. And that can’t be destroyed. I promised you then and I promise you now—no one is ever really gone.”
Source: Send Me Their Souls