T Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with T. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“The skills and techniques associated with Reiki are simple and easy to learn. Small children and adults can equally comprehend and incorporate this ancient form of healing into their lives. Regular contact with Reiki will bring the recipient's mind, body and spirit into balance. It will also help prevent future creation of illness and disease.
Reiki will never force its way into your mind, body or spirit. It can only be drawn by the recipient. If you are ready to accept and embrace Reiki it will have a profound and life-changing effect on you.”
Source: The Essence of Reiki
“The skills available to us through mindfulness make it possible to bring love to our connections with others.”
Source: Real Love: The Art of Mindful Connection
“The skills developed in the body by taking care of a baby are a gift, a way of being in the world, and a way of connecting with all the women—and some men—who have learned these skills before.”
Source: Homing Instincts: Early Motherhood on a Midwestern Farm
“The skills gap is a reflection of what we value. To close the gap, we need to change the way the country feels about work.”
“The skills I drilled into this tempered body of mine, my refined senses, even my haphazard tactics and explosive power... I gave it my all. I wanted to convey everything to Sukuna. I wanted him to know. 〈The absolute strongest. The loneliness that follows. The one who will teach you about love is...〉”
Source: 呪術廻戦 27 [Jujutsu Kaisen 27]
“The skills needed to stay employable are changing daily, which is why I'm now offering a class called: "How To Sew Pants While Riding A Unicycle And Playing The Saxophone Like A Quacking Duck." What are the jobs of The Future? Nobody knows, but my class will train you to Get Hired!”
Source: Music is fluid, and my saxophone overflows when my ducks slosh in the sounds I make in elevators.
“The skills of a leader will determine how excellent he will perform. His attitude will determine how often he will do that.”
Source: Leaders' Ladder
“The skills she has chosen to hone are presentation and charm!
Having traveled around the world experiencing so many cultures... she's learned that, at times, it's necessary to change up a dish's presentation... so that, for example, those not accustomed to cuisine such as Japanese...
... will still recognize its deliciousness by its presentation.
"There."
"Wooow! In a matter of seconds, that entire juicy tenderloin roast...
... has been transformed into a lovely, giant peony blossom!
How beautiful! The gleam of the meat is like dew on petals...
... boosting the attractiveness of the dish two- no, threefold!"
It's a refined expression of Megumi Tadokoro's hospitality. Her dishes will shine in the spotlight of this year's BLUE, I'm sure.”
Source: 食戟のソーマ 34 [Shokugeki no Souma 34]
“The skills we are born with are life's gift to us; how we apply them is our gift to life.”
“The skills we cherish as Freemasons — Temperance, Fortitude, Prudence and Justice — are skills that are very useful to me as an investor.”
“The skills you acquire can always be effectively redeployed. You will look back on setbacks and be grateful for the catalyst that came not a moment too soon.”
“The skin changed in a colour by translucency, one night gave the best dream, I ever wished for.”
Source: Voor een betere wereld
“The skin is a true symbol of our health because it's the last place to get nutrition and if you can drive all those nutrients all the way through to the skin then you know it's gotten everywhere else too and that's something that we all recognise.”
“The skin is a variety of contingency: in it, through it, with it, the world and my body touch each other, the feeling and the felt, it defines their common edge. Contingency means common tangency: in it the world and the body intersect and caress each other. I do not wish to call the place in which I live a medium, I prefer to say that things mingle with each other and that I am no exception to that. I mix with the world which mixes with me. Skin intervenes between several things in the world and makes them mingle.”
“The skin is an integral part of the body and depends upon the general system for its supply of food and to carry away its waste. Skin health depends primarily upon the general health of the body. All attempts to deal with the skin as an independent entity, without due regard to its reliance upon the general system, must of necessity result in failure. The skin is nourished by the blood and there is no other source from which it can draw sustenance. "Skin foods" are all frauds. These are composed chiefly of grease. No fat can be assimilated by the skin or other tissues of the body until it has first been broken down into its constituent fatty acids in the process of digestion. Even were this not true, the skin contains very little fat and these "skin foods" would still not constitute proper nourishment for it. Blood is the only skin food.”
Source: The Science and Fine Art of Natural Hygiene
“The skin is forming because of proteins, just like if you cook milk or anything else that's got a coagulant protein in it.”
“The skin is no more separated from the brain than the surface of a lake is separate from its depths; the two are different locations in a continuous medium...The brain is a single functional unit, from cortex to fingertips to toes. To touch the surface is to stir the depths.”
“The skin is our body's envelope, the wrapping that delivers us to the world. If we understand how the skin functions in mid-life and adjust goals and life-styles appropriately, we'll be surprised how much better we can look.”
“The skin of a python is no less precious to the snake than fur is to the fox.”
“The skin of all of us is responsive to gypsy songs and military marches.”
“The skin of everyday appearances stretched over such shamelessness, such consuming explosions of lust.”
“The skin of her face,
parched by
the monotonous diet
of salty rain,
with tremendous effort
gave way
to a smile.”
“The skin of his knuckles was shredded, showing bone underneath, as if he’d fought a rock and won. Or more likely, he’d beaten a dozen men to death with his bare hands.”
Source: Drowned Sea: A Dark Fantasy Adventure
“The skin of his torso was smooth and golden, rows of hard silken muscles contracting at her timid touch. His body radiated heat, luring her like a cat to a patch of sunlight.”
Source: Suddenly You
“the skin of moss / holds the footprints of / star-footed birds.”
Source: A Nancy Willard Reader: Selected Poetry and Prose
“The skin of the coward changes color all the time, he can't get a grip on himself, he can't sit still, he squats and rocks, shifting his weight from foot to foot, his heart racing, pounding inside the fellow's ribs, his teeth chattering. He dreads some grisly death. But the skin of a brave soldier never blanches. He's all control. Tense but no great fear.”
“The skin sheds so finely we don't even notice it, but it's always renewing itself. You know what this means?" I asked and looked up to smile encouragingly at her face.
"Wh-what?" she breathed. I had her complete attention.
"It means that in a month or two, all your skin will have never known an unwanted touch. The skin that remembers the mansion will be completely gone," I answered, hoping it would help remind her that she'd always be her own person. Unowned. "These hands will only have touched what you chose to touch."
~Keyon from The Dragon Knight and the Coveted.”
“The skin you're in makes choices for you...”
“The skinnification of America's jeanscape has gone too far.”
“The skirmishes in the occupied land are part of the war of destiny. The outcome of hundreds of years of war will be defined in Palestinian land.”
“The skirts of the gods Drag in our mud. We feel the touch And take it to be a kiss.”
Source: Plays Three
“The skull is nature's sculpture.”
“The skull is not broken, or only a little, here. He doesn't actually know it's a female, but he wants it to be. Female and a mother, old, died of natural causes. And somewhere in the sea, her young, no longer young. Their young.”
Source: The End of the Point
“The skull pains during characterizing Altitude Hypersensitivity had me mystified as to what they were!”
Source: Toxic Altitude
“The skull regarded Ralph like one who knows all the answers and won't tell.”
“The skull sat on top of an old Stop sign. Someone had painted the surface of the octagon white and written KEEP OUT across it in large jagged letters. A reddish-brown splatter stained the bottom edge, looking suspiciously like dried blood. I leaned closer. Yep, blood. Some hair, too. Human hair.
Curran frowned at the sign. “Do you think he’s trying to tell us something?”
“I don’t know. He’s being so subtle about it.”
Source: Magic Bites
“The sky a net, its mesh clogged with glowing stars.”
Source: The Shipping News
“The sky above knows no east and west, only the bugs beneath insist on separation.”
Source: Yarasistan: My Wounds, My Crown
“The sky [above Tehran] was like a star-eaten black blanket, and so far as I could read them its constellations were unfamiliar. Lawrence speaks somewhere of drawing 'strength from the depths of the universe'; Malcolm Lowry speaks about the deadness of the stars except when he looked at them with a particular girl; I had neither feeling. The founder of the Jesuits used to spend many hours under the stars; it is hard to be certain whether his first stirrings of scientific speculation or pre-scientific wonder about space and the stars in their own nature were some element in his affinity with starlight, or whether for him they were only a point of departure, but in this matter I think I am about fifty years more modern than Saint Ignatius; stars mean to me roughly what they meant to Donne's generation, a bright religious sand imposing the sense of an intrusion into human language, and arousing a certain personal thirst to be specific.”
Source: The Light Garden of the Angel King: Travels in Afghanistan with Bruce Chatwin
“The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead station.”
“The sky above us is something we have very little control of, and the space beyond is something we don't completely understand.”
“The sky above us seems huge, vast. It’s clear and crisp and visibility is so good that, when I look up, I feel like I'm staring at an inverted, endless ocean. I'm sure the blue is the colour of water above sand and the tiny, wispy clouds look like waves breaking over distant swells. I envy the birds I see overhead, zipping joyfully from left to right and so far above the death and decay that pollute the lower levels. A day like this should be enjoyed completely. I should be able to forget what dwells in the towns around us, I should find it in myself to dismiss what happened at that crossing, I should.”
Source: Wye
“The sky aft was dark as pitch, but the moon still shone brightly ahead of us and lit up the blackness. Beneath its sheen a huge white-topped breaker, twenty feet high or more, was rushing on to us. It was on the break-the moon shone on its crest and tipped its foam with light. On it rushed beneath the inky sky, driven by the awful squall behind it.”
Source: Delphi Complete Works of H. Rider Haggard (Illustrated)
“The sky already fell. Now what?”
“The sky and the earth and the waters and the things that are in them, the fishes, and the birds and the trees are not evil. All these are good; it is evil men who make this evil world.”
“The sky and the sun are always there. It's the clouds that come and go.”
“The sky, bathed with tender moonlight,
The flowers bathed in starlight
And love letters fall from the sky,
Is this the moment when God speaks to me?
How darkness breaks into a sea of light!”
“The sky belched. The thunder of one more belch cracked the dark morning and the air became clogged with the twisting speed of the rain that beat the streets in a unified tempo of a thousand small drums. Skinny walked slowly, slowly in the gutter. All of him, all of his possessions stuck out. One more clap of thunder stuttered insanely and Skinny scoffed at the scattering people and the mad hunt for shelter. Some huddled in doorways and some huddled under awnings and some made reluctant purchases for the franchise of being legitimate fugitives from the prison of the rain. Skinny and his big wet head was a flawless model for a tragic cartoon as the people fled from the streets and he just wandered in the gutter where the rain spilled over him and sucked his body.”
Source: Lonely Boy Blues
“The sky belongs to eagles, even during storms.”
“The sky belongs to no nation, yet it shelters us all.”