T Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with T. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“The smartphones and the computer separates everybody, makes you think that you don't need nobody else.”
“The smashing of idols is in itself such a preoccupation that it is almost impossible for the iconoclast to look clearly into a future when there will not be many idols left to smash.”
Source: A Preface to Morals
“The Smashing Pumpkins was never meant to be a small band. It was going to either be a big band, or a no band.”
“the smear of red
on the seashell lining
of your skin is belle poésie”
“The smell changed before the light did: wet soil, rot, and something faintly metallic tucked under it all.”
Source: KILLER
“The smell made it really hard to be friends with you."
"Probably why we stuck together. No one else could handle my stink or your attitude.”
Source: King's Cage
“The smell nearly distracted me from my task, but no-I remained steadfast. Stiff upper lip, Watson! Action! Answers!
THEN bacon.”
Source: The Hell-Hound of the Baskervilles
“The smell of a freshly printed book is the best smell in the world.”
“The smell of a pool should be bottled up and sold on cold days.”
Source: The Summers of Us
“The smell of any of it. I takes me right back. To those moments when the night is just starting, when you know you're about to get into trouble. It feels so good, the beginning.”
Source: Daisy Jones & The Six
“The smell of apple pies didn't quite fill the house, but it was there, a thread under everything else. It was kind of hard to take Christophe seriously when he smelled like baked goods. I wondered if other djampjir smelled like Hostess Twinkies and sniggered to myself.”
“The smell of azaleas and the sleepy smell of sun working with chlorophyll filled the air.”
Source: East of Eden
“The smell of bacon sizzling and the sound of
eggs hitting hot pans were drowned out by the
sonorous diner conversations happening all over the
restaurant. Some were laughing at their own jokes in
one of the center tables. A couple wordlessly broke
up, using the diner napkins to dry their tears, sitting
in one of the red with white upside down triangle
detailed booths. There were also some teenagers
arguing about the pronunciation of gif on the counter
table, sitting on the red high chairs.”
Source: Death's Rattle
“The smell of blood. The smell of sweat. The smell of tears. The smell of Algipan. You want to smell these smells for the rest of your life.”
Source: The Damned Utd
“the smell of canals and cigarette smoke, all the people sitting outside the cafés drinking beer, saying their r's and g's in a way I'd never learn. I missed the future. Obviously I knew even before this recurrence that I'd never grow old with Augustus Waters. But thinking about Lidewij and her boyfriend, I felt robbed. I would probably never again see the ocean from thirty thousand feet above, so far up you can't make out the waves or any boats, so that the ocean is a great and endless monolith. I could imagine it. I could remember it. But I couldn't see it again, and it occurred to me that the voracious ambition of humans is never sated by dreams coming true, because there is always the thought that everything might be done better and again. That is probably true even if you live to be ninety.”
Source: The Fault in Our Stars
“The smell of cigarette smoke in the air in a tavern that changes names often,
a bar cursed because of a girl who died of a drug overdose
in the basement, we put a few coins in the jukebox;
chose “Angel Band” by Johnny Cash and sat down at the bar,
ordered a soda, you wanted a whiskey on the rocks.
We saw the coal miner who moved here from West Virginia
knocking back liquor like I drink sweet tea.
No one asked why he was so solemn today.
It was warm. It was relatively quiet.
To anyone else, this place could feel sinister.
But to us, it was freedom. It was a hiding place.
No one was ever here long enough to know us.
And we liked it that way.”
Source: Sixteenth Notes: the breaking of the rose-colored glasses
“The smell of coffee cooking was a reason for growing up, because children were never allowed to have it and nothing haunted the nostrils all the way out to the barn as did the aroma of boiling coffee.”
Source: The Taste of Country Cooking: 30th Anniversary Edition
“The smell of cooking food is often a calming one.”
“The smell of death overwhelmed us even before we passed through the stockade. More than 3200 naked, emaciated bodies had been flung into shallow graves. Others lay in the streets where they had fallen. ... Eisenhower's face whitened into a mask. Patton walked over to a corner and sickened. I was too revolted to speak. For here death had been so fouled by degradation that it both stunned and numbed us.”
“The smell of death was thick in the city of Vara?asi. And in Tokyo as well. And yet the birds blissfully sang their songs.”
“The smell of dry earth, opening to the rain in the spring. It unlocked me like a key.
Once upon a time, Emmeline.
"Petrichor," Rene said. "The word comes from petra, which means stones, and ichor, the ethereal blood of the Greek gods. Plants release an oil that stops their seeds from germinating when it would be too difficult to survive. The oil soaks into the pores of the stones, and is set free with water. They say it's the smell of waiting, paid off.”
Source: The Scent Keeper
“The smell of factory farms . . . many notice these places only when the odours reach their homes, affecting their own quality of life. We create these animals for our profit and pleasure, playing with their genes, violating their dignity as living creatures, forcing them to lie and live in their own urine and excrement, turning pens into penitentiaries and frustrating their every desire except what is needed to keep them breathing and breeding. And then we complain about the smell.”
“The smell of flowers was overwhelming, and it reminded me of walking into a flower shop to pick the perfect bouquet when my gran died. It wasn’t a good memory, and the smell was intoxicating. My heart broke while looking at the beautiful variations of flowers and smelling the sweet nectar. It was a terrible mix. The beauty, the nature, the colors, and the smell—all laced with grief. And what I could never comprehend was that flowers were for every occasion. You get them when you’re in love and when it’s your birthday; you can get them with a new job or a raise. And how is it supposed to make you feel when all you can remember is the smell of heartbreak, and it takes you back to that space in time? It doesn’t feel like a celebration of anything, but more like torture. Torture of the mind and soul.”
Source: Dark Reflections
“The smell of frustration cannot compete with the stench of non-creation”
“The smell of good bread baking,
like the sound of lightly flowing water,
is indescribable in its evocation of innocence and delight”
“The smell of good bread baking, like the sound of lightly flowing water, is indescribable in its evocation of innocence and delight... [Breadmaking is] one of those almost hypnotic businesses, like a dance from some ancient ceremony. It leaves you filled with one of the world's sweetest smells... there is no chiropractic treatment, no Yoga exercise, no hour of meditation in a music-throbbing chapel. that will leave you emptier of bad thoughts than this homely ceremony of making bread.”
“The smell of green grass was rich and comforting. He felt better already. This is splendid. We can all go for a garbage buffet tonight.”
Source: Oswald the Almost Famous Opossum
“The smell of gunpowder is sweeter to me than all the perfumes of Arabia.”
“The smell of her hair lingered just out of reach of his memory and left him with a nervous hum resonating throughout his body like a child forced to sit in church while the sun was shining outside on a perfectly good summer's day.”
Source: The Space Between
“The smell of her hair, the taste of her mouth, the feeling of her skin seemed to have got inside him, or into the air all round him. She had become a physical necessity.”
Source: Animal Farm and 1984
“The smell of home was indistinguishable from the smell of leaving home: each inhalation a mix of familiarity and fear.”
Source: The Beauty of Humanity Movement
“The smell of hyacinths in the summer night air. At this moment, standing here with a boy I just met who already feels like home, I am overwhelmed with city love.”
Source: City Love
“The smell of jasmine makes people tell their secrets”
Source: I'll Give You the Sun
“The smell of khoresht e gheihmeh immediately hit my nostrils: The combination of tomato paste, dried limes, cubes of lamb, turmeric, cumin, cinnamon, and split yellow lentils all hung sweetly in the air.”
Source: Hungry Hearts: 13 Tales of Food & Love
“the smell of lilacs crept poignantly into the room like a remembered spring.”
Source: Vanish in an Instant
“The smell of loving is a difficult one to describe, but if you think of the times when someone has held you close and made you safe, you will remember how it smells just as well as I do.”
Source: The Fairyland Series
“The smell of manure, of sun on foliage, of evaporating water, rose to my head; two steps farther, and I could look down into the vegetable garden enclosed within its tall pale of reeds - rich chocolate earth studded emerald green, frothed with the white of cauliflowers, jeweled with the purple globes of eggplant and the scarlet wealth of tomatoes.”
“The smell of moist earth and lilacs hung in the air like wisps of the past and hints of the future.”
Source: Experiment in Springtime: A Novel
“The smell of money and autonomy rose to her nose like a hello.”
Source: We Have Shadows Too
“The smell of money is good, come whence it may. [Alluding to Vespasian's tax on ordure.]”
“The smell of my uncle's enormous library would accompany me all the days of my life: the dusty, enticing odor of seven hidden wisdoms, the smell of a silent, secluded life devoted to scholarship, the life of a secretive hermit, the severe silence of ghost billowing up from the deepest wells of knowledge, the whisper of dead sages, outpouring of secret thoughts of long-buried authors, the cold caress of the desires of preceding generations. p.47-48”
“The smell of mysterious places is different, the silence there is different, the songs of birds, even the sounds of leaves are different! The moonlight shines differently there, the stars look different, the mysterious place is where everything is different, where everything behaves mysteriously!”
“The smell of new office supplies is so satisfying while being kicked out of Staples for inappropriate behavior with a file folder is so embarrassing.”
Source: Write like no one is reading
“The smell of oak and barbecue permeate the air around the small house. Delfina uses oak for her barbecue and Mom (and me) always used hickory. People said that you could tell where North Star was solely based on the competing smells that met in the air just above the town. That little weevil of an idea pops back up. Our plot of land. It's still there.”
Source: Nowhere But Home
“The smell of opium is the least stupid smell in the world.”
Source: Opium: The Diary of an Addict
“The smell of paper is comforting and the books absorb the sound of the traffic outside. I feel like I'm back in the school library, taking refuge from the popular girls who'd tease me about how pale and strange I was. Familiar friends sit on these shelves, many boasting new jackets in the latest styles. I say hello and silently apologise to the few that are now wearing movie poster covers. No book deserves that.”
Source: Keyflame
“The smell of peppery warm cheese and thick, yeasty grilled bread was beginning to fill the air. She would give the sandwich to Della Lee when she got home, and while Della Lee ate the sandwich Josey would eat oatmeal pies and candy corn and packets of salty pumpkin seeds from her closet.”
Source: The Sugar Queen
“The smell of profit is clean and sweet, whatever the source.”
“The smell of rain is rich with life.”
Source: Rain of Scorpions and Other Writings
“The smell of roasting meat together with that of burning fruit wood and dried herbs, as voluptuous as incense in a church, is enough to turn anyone into a budding gastronome”
Source: Everything tastes better outdoors