T Quotes
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“That's what scares me. My life is . . . it. There's nothing else, on either end of it. I don't have remnants in the same way that you do, or a plate inside my chest. I don't know what my pieces were before they were me, and I don't know what they'll become after. All I have is right now, and at some point, I'll just end, and I can't predict when that will be, and - and if I don't use this time for something, if I don't make the absolute most of it, then I'll have wasted something precious.”
Source: A Psalm for the Wild-Built
“That's what scriving is. Reality doesn't matter. If you can change something's mind enough, it'll believe whatever reality you choose.”
Source: Foundryside
“That's what she sent me here for. To make sure she didn't leave me alone in the world.”
Source: Just For A While
“That’s what so many people get wrong about fashion now. It shouldn’t be about the trends or the size zeros or who’s using fur and who isn’t; it should be about love.”
Source: About a Girl
“That’s what the Culture’s been reduced to. Notable authors trying to carry on like they’re rock stars of some sort instead of keepers of the Culture—writing for attention and not for its own sake.”
Source: In Limbo
“That’s what the dark side did to you, after all. Made you doubt. Made you nervous. Made you question everything you believed in, whether you wanted to or not.
It was called the dark side for a reason.”
Source: Jedi: Battle Scars
“That’s what the Remembering is like, Goma – it’s more than recollection, passed-down stories, oral history. They feel it. It’s deep within them – a bridge of blood between the present and the past. He remembered Earth. He spoke of it not as something he’d been told about, but as a world he knew in his bones. As if he ached for blue skies, hard sunlight, the promise of the long rains. Life as an elephant – simple as breathing, hard as death, the joy and the sadness of being alive. Nothing was ever easy for them. But nothing was ever as strong, either. They were born knowing they were the kings of creation. They took the worst that the world could throw at them, including humanity.”
Source: Poseidon's Wake
“That’s what the welfare people want,' Tranquilino gritted his teeth, 'to have us on welfare and to have our women working. Then they can point to our broken families and say the mexicano is a lazy, no good son-of-a-bitch!”
Source: Heart of Aztlan
“That's what the world needs, not blue blood and white collars, but blood that boils at injustice and collar that soils in service.”
Source: Dervish Advaitam: Gospel of Sacred Feminines and Holy Fathers
“That's what they mean by the womb of time: the agony and the despair of spreading bones, the hard girdle in which lie the outraged entrails of events.”
Source: As I Lay Dying
“That’s what this devotional is about: being human. And with our humanity comes the ability to inquire, to imagine, to dream, to create.”
Source: Sacred Belonging: A 40-Day Devotional on the Liberating Heart of Scripture
“That's what this has been all about for you, correct? Make it clear. That you and me--it was nothing more that you'll have with Spinnerbait boy, or the guy after that, or the guy after that. Right?"
"Yeah, I said, shrugging. "You're right."
He just stood there, looking at me, as if I had actually changed before his eyes. But this was the girl I'd been all along. I'd just hidden her well.”
Source: This Lullaby
“That's what throws a man off—that extra alternative. Just when he has come to realize that living consists in choosing wrongly between two alternatives, to have to choose among three.”
Source: Collected Stories of William Faulkner
“That's what trust is. It's about giving someone else power over you. Power to hurt you.”
Source: The Hero of Ages
“That's what underwear is for, girls, so if an emergency happens you only show your cookies to the people you love.”
Source: Blood Noir
“That's what war is," Cobb told me. "A bunch of sorry, desperate fools on both sides, just trying to stay alive. That's the part that those stories you love leave out, isn't it? It's always more convenient when you can fight a dragon. Something you don't have to worry you'll start caring about.”
Source: Starsight
“THAT'S what we achieve. We show them they're accountable. We show them that just as they try to herd us back into cages of quiet mediocrity, we can chase them back to fucking hell with the TRUTH. It's THE JOURNALISM OF ATTACHMENT. It's CARING about the world you report on. Some people say that's bad journalism, that there should be a detached, cold, unbiased view of the world in our news media. And if that's what you want, there's security cameras everywhere that you could watch tapes of. I want to see humans talking about human life, personally. I want to see people who give a shit about the world.”
Source: Transmetropolitan, Vol. 5: Lonely City
“That's what we are now—just ants. Only——"
"Yes," I said.
"We're eatable ants.”
Source: The War of the Worlds
“That’s what we call our goal, the come up.”
Source: On the Come Up
“That's what we did, didn't we, Audrey? We learned to be brave when it was easier to be afraid.”
Source: Stars Over Sunset Boulevard
“That’s what we have to keep remembering. We’re still under the same sky.”
Source: Still Me
“That's what we're all looking for. A certain peace with the idea of dying. If we know, in the end, that we can ultimately have that peace with dying, then we can finally do the really hard thing." Which is? "Make peace with living.”
Source: Tuesdays With Morrie: An old man, a young man, and life's greatest lesson
“That's what we've been taught, this is the underpinning of all European culture-this firm belief that there are no secrets that won't sooner or later come to light. Who was it that said it? Jesus? No, Pascal, I think it was… so naïve. But this faith has been nurtured for centuries; it has sprouted its own mythology: the cranes of Ibycus, manuscripts don't burn. An ontological faith in the fundamental knowability of every human deed. The certainty that, as they now teach journalism majors, you can find everything on the Internet.
As if the Library of Alexandria never existed. Or the Pogruzhalsky arson, when the whole historical section of the Academy of Sciences' Public Library, more than six-hundred thousand volumes, including the Central Council archives from 1918, went up in flames. That was in the summer of 1964; Mom was pregnant with me already, and almost for an entire month afterward, as she made her way to work at the Lavra, she would get off the trolleybus when it got close to the university and take the subway the rest of the way: above ground, the stench from the site of the fire made her nauseous. Artem said there were early printed volumes and even chronicles in that section-our entire Middle Ages went up in smoke, almost all of the pre-Muscovite era. The arsonist was convicted after a widely publicized trial, and then was sent to work in Moldova's State Archives: the war went on. And we comforted ourselves with "manuscripts don't burn."
Oh, but they do burn. And cannot be restored.”
Source: The Museum of Abandoned Secrets
“That’s what we’ve lost, you know. What you’ve lost; all of you. A sense of wonder and awe and . . . sin. These people know there are still things they don’t know, things that can still go wrong, things they can still do wrong.”
Source: The State of the Art
“That’s what weak people do,”said the Dollmaker. “They’re afraid, and hurt others with that fear. But there comes a point at which they don’t deserve our pity any more.”
Source: The Dollmaker of Krakow
“That’s what winter is: an exercise in remembering how to still yourself then how to come pliantly back to life again.”
Source: Winter
“That's what writing fiction was, wasn't it? Processing your own life, answering all those questions in any way you wanted to, since fictional worlds operated with their own language and their own rules and their own timelines. They offered their own answers.”
Source: The Fiction Writer
“That’s what you asked him?”
“Yeah, why?” Gina scrunched her face with confusion.
“I thought you were going to say something juicy.”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know, like if he would be your sex slave or something like that.”
“Kelly! Why would I ask him that?”
“He’s a hot guy, you’re a hot girl. We’re in a super romantic castle on the coast.” Kelly waved her hand around the room for emphasis. “Why the hell not generate some heat in between these cold stone walls?”
Source: Dark Muse
“That's what you did when someone was having a hard time. You fed them. It was a tradition that crossed all cultures.”
Source: Suddenly Royal
“That's what you do in America: you smile at people you don't know and you smile at people you don't even like and you smile for no reason.”
Source: We Need New Names
“That's what you get for pretending to be asleep."
"How is trying to touch my brain with your hair a suitable punishment for fake sleeping after being woken up by your bed-shaking snores?"
Her eyes narrowed and she shoved at my shoulder. "I don't snore."
"You're totally right. The fog horn must have been all in my head.”
Source: The Fourth Time Charm
“That's what you get when a bunch of fucks in tights try to save the goddamn day.”
Source: The Boys, Volume 3: Good For The Soul
“That’s what you get when you mix a pack of testosterone and tits”
“That’s what you have to do. Pay attention. It is not for yourself. It’s for someone seven hundred years from now.”
Source: Less Is Lost
“That’s what you people do, isn’t it? Make assumptions and sell them to impressionable idiots.”
Source: Afterlife
“That’s what you say
That I’m different
And unique
Right?
Am I right?
Because that is me
I always fight
I fight and fight and fight all day
Long after everyone has left
And gone away
Long after there is no play”
“That's what you think of me, is it, girl?" said his lordship, a glint in his eyes.
"Oh, no!" she responded, dropping him a curtsy. "It's what I say, sir! You must know that my featherheaded Mama has taught me to behave with all the propriety in the world! To tell you what I think of you would be to sink myself quite below reproach!”
Source: The Unknown Ajax
“That's what you would do with untold power? Eat cake?”
Source: Illusionary
“That’s when Eena cut in. Both Ravelly and Unan looked to her as she announced, “My favorite part of the book is at the very end.”
“Where Imorih battles the three-headed dragon,” Unan presumed.
Eena shook her head. “Nope.”
“Afterwards, where Imorih befriends the beast and earns his trust,” Ravelly guessed.
Eena shook her head again. “No, sir. I mean the very end.”
Unan’s brow crinkled as he tried to recall what came next in the story. “Where she finds her prince who was held captive by none other than the same three-headed dragon?”
The young Sha shook her head a third time.
“I know! When the dragon flies them on his back to the edge of their homeland! That would be quite the experience, wouldn’t it?” Ravelly seemed certain he had guessed the finishing act of the story.
“That’s not the very, very end,” Eena grinned.
“But that’s the last page,” Unan contended, his finger pointing at the final leaf in the book.
Wahlister was the one who finally guessed the correct answer. “They kiss on the dragon’s back at the very end. That’s where they promise to never allow anything, even death, to separate them again.”
“Yes!” Eena chirped. “That’s the best scene of all.”
“I don’t recall that promise,” Ravelly admitted.
Unan assured the old Grott, “It’s right here.” He read the line that told of a promise made sure by a kiss. “Their lips sealed the whispered vow, ‘We shall never part again, even if our fate is to haunt one another in death.’” After reading it, he groaned aloud.
“Only a woman would remember that line.”
Source: Eena, The Tempter's Snare
“That’s when he finds them.
Birds. Mammals. Reptiles.
That one was George—a Cheetah with the most flaming fur.
That one was Gogy—a gorilla with the clearest pair of eyes.
That one was Ms. Mimbo—a hybrid of Macao and African Grey Parrot. And the one near the stone was … well, the Monk goes through around three dozen names. It took fifty years of careful watch to make sure they don’t go extinct. If you live long enough, you might, as well, end up befriending every life your neighboring forest holds. And if you are a war hero, you might even get professionals from the Wildlife Conservation Board to help you during their crossbreeding process.
But they’re all dead.”
Source: The High Auction
“That's when he hit her, when he saw how scared she was. He couldn't bear it that she was frightened and asking for help. Asking for help is wrong. Because there isn't any such thing as help in this world.”
Source: Piercing
“That's when he realized, Academia was rather dark here in L'adademie.”
Source: L'Académie
“That's when I got it. The rough canvas. God paints our bodies over that, over our heart and soul. It's the eyes that tell us what we're really seeing, what's underneath. So all I painted in the picture were greens. Patterns, random slashes, shapes over shapes, shadows, emotions, it's all there.”
Source: Rough Canvas
“That's when I have to get my eyes off my sin, my ingratitude, and my fakeness and fix them fast on the beauty of God. On my worst day, he is the constant, always and absolutely worthy of worship.”
Source: This Changes Everything: How the Gospel Transforms the Teen Years
“That’s when I hear Maysilee begin to scream. In a flash, I’m on my feet and thrashing through the smoky tunnel in the hedge. I spy bright patches of pink up ahead, hear honking, not unlike Lenore Dove’s geese. My ax is out of my belt, drawn and ready as I leave the holly bushes for a whirlwind of feathers.
The two dozen waterbirds remind me of ones I’ve seen at the lake. Long-legged. Beaks like sword blades — thin, narrow, and deadly. Not cool blue gray, not paper white, but the color of the bubblegum sold at the Donners’ sweetshop. They dive again and again at Maysilee, who’s kneeling on the ground, trying to use a tarp as protection while she vehemently slices at them with her dagger. A couple of dead birds lie on the ground, but they have taken their toll. Blood blossoms from her cheek, her chest, the palm of her hand. Like Ampert’s squirrels, they have no interest in me. Programmed to target Maysilee in a very personal punishment. I hack away at the mutts with my ax, piling up a collection of rosy wings and legs like cattail stems, but they badly outnumber us.
A bird swoops down at a sharp angle, driving its beak through her throat. As it withdraws, I decapitate it, slicing through the skinny neck. I realize Maysilee’s beyond recovery when the flock clears out. Falling to my knees beside her, I reach for her sound hand, which grasps mine like a vise. Her wounded one curls up and rests in her nest of necklaces, which lays in a pool of blood. Through the rasping of her breath, she attempts to speak, but the last mutt silenced her voice with its wicked beak. Mine seems silenced as well, as no words of comfort or hope or apology make it out. I just stare into those burning blue eyes, letting her know she’s not dying alone. She’s with family. She’s with me.”
Source: Sunrise on the Reaping
“That's when I joined the circus. I started as a stablehand and eventually became one of the riders." She sighed nostalgically. "I liked the circus. The people are warm."
"Too warm, I gather."
Maisie nodded. "I never really got on with the ringmaster, and when he told me to gam him it was time to leave. I decided that if I'm going to suck cocks for a living I want a better wage. And here I am." She always picked up speech mannerisms and she had adopted April's unrestrained vocabulary.
April gave her a shrewd look. "Just how many cocks have you sucked since then?"
"None, to tell the truth." Maisie felt embarrassed. "I can't lie to you, April-I'm not sure I'm cut out for this trade."
"You're perfect for it!" April protested. "You've got that twinkle in your eye that men can't resist. Listen. Persist with Solly Greenbourne. Give him a bit more each time. Let him feel your pussy one day, let him see you naked the next. In about three weeks he'll be panting for it. One night when you've got his trousers down and his tool in your mouth, say: 'If you bought me a little house in Chelsea, we could do this any time you wanted to.' I swear to you, Maisie, if Solly says no to that, I'll become a nun."
Maisie knew she was right, but her soul revolted against it. She was not sure why. It was partly because she was not attracted to Solly. Paradoxically, another reason was that he was so nice. She could not bring herself to manipulate him heartlessly. But worst of all, she felt she would be giving up all hope of real love-a real marriage with a man she really burned for. On the other hand, she had to live somehow, and she was determined not to live like her parents, waiting all week for a pittance on payday and forever at risk of unemployment because of some financial crisis hundreds of miles away.”
Source: A Dangerous Fortune
“That's when I know they've never lost someone. If they had, they'd understand. That you always miss them. That the pain doesn't go. That life stops.”
Source: The Bones of You
“That’s when I notice Cheryl and Mickey cuddled up on the couch. She’s leaning on his shoulder, his arm around her, her leg across his lap. Cheryl throws glances at Kerry that say, “Look at me!” while Kerry shoots a “You go, girl!” smirk right back. I think of CK, how he and I often sat like that. Not because we were seconds from making out or wanted to look like a couple, but just out of a deep, platonic connection. My heart hits a higher notch on the ache-o-meter, my teeth sear into my bottom lip, and then something inside me snaps as cleanly as a crayon.”
Source: Treehugger
“That’s when I realised it was all a game of chess. A game with too many checkmates for one board, and maybe too many pawns, with an enraged queen aiming to topple a king that fate had already forgiven and probably sent to purgatory.”
Source: Terres mortes
“That's when I realize how much I don't want to be alone, how sobbing should not be a solitary sport..”
Source: Endure