T Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with T. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“The sound of her mother’s voice will break the glasshouse she has built around herself, a space devoid (of melodrama, of madness) ~ she’d rather go about doing her yogic routines.”
Source: So I Let It Be
“The sound of her phone shocked her out of the dark world that was currently playing in front of her eyes from the book in her lap. She wondered sometimes, why she bothered with books. If she wanted to hallucinate, all she had to do was get up in the morning.”
Source: Paper Souls
“The sound of her voice and the sight of her face pulled all the air from my lungs, and set my heart thumping.”
“The sound of her voice was painful. She screamed, sobbed, whispered Hallelujah. But she never sang it.”
“The sound of her voice was so pretty, it almost disguised the ugliness of her words.”
Source: Lady Maggie's Secret Scandal
“The sound of him drinking was indescribable—like dirty runoff down a storm drain.”
Source: Tell Me When I'm Dead
“The sound of his deep sobs was enough to make a stone weep. It’s impossible to witness such open grief and not feel pity wrung from your heart... I couldn’t recall ever hearing a grown man cry this way. It made me think that no matter how big we grew or how old, there was always a child in us somewhere.”
Source: This Tender Land
“The sound of his sleep, the snores and sighs and small noices, is company.”
Source: Wish I Was Here
“The sound of laughter is like the vaulted dome of a temple of happiness.”
“The sound of life has divine silence.”
“The sound of loneliness makes me happier.”
“The sound of loss sinks deeper than you think for you learn to feel more deeply, love more deeply and live more deeply.”
“The sound of madness is life. It's waking up in the morning to your alarm clock, your kid crying for you, hearing the sound of the city, it's everything. Madness isn't necessarily a negative thing, it can be a positive thing. You know, hearing them cry for you, if you have children, is a great thing, it's your child.”
“The sound of music is a voice of a melody.”
“The sound of music, makes me dance.”
Source: Think Great: Be Great!
“The Sound of Music was just such an honour to be in, because it was a movie that appeals to so many people, and they just loved it so much and they still love it to this day.”
“The Sound of Music' did more damage to the industry than any other picture. Everyone tried to copy it. We were the biggest offenders.”
“The sound of my heels clicking against the floorboards bolsters my spirits. Grandma Belle used to say that a woman wearing her best red heels and favorite red lipstick can accomplish anything. There is some truth to her words. When Grandma Belle donned her red pumps and a glossy coat of Dior Rouge, she fairly glowed with an inner confidence that reduced men to obedient puppies.
While I do not possess the classic beauty of Grandma Belle, nor do I think Macon Saint will ever act anything close to an obedient puppy, I do admit to feeling a bit more powerful in my red suede Jimmy Choos and Ruby Woo lipstick.”
Source: Dear Enemy
“The sound of my own voice is unfamiliar to me after a long silence.”
“The sound of peace isn’t silence, it’s the symphony within you.”
“The sound of pencils taking notes provided a low scrape and hum, almost like radio interference.”
Source: British Bulldog
“The sound of progress is perhaps the sound of plummeting hypotheses.”
“The sound of silence was beginning to get louder, and familiar. And I was deeply in love with it.
I stopped being mute, and became dumb again.
There are no pictures of gurus, or even of the Buddha himself. There are no personalised gods or its dubious derivates – dogmas, or godmen – to prostrate before. No hugs, kisses, threads, amulets, satins or holy ash. No grand trickery that makes life here a hell in promise of a heaven there. It shows us the same arduous path that some of the enlightened men have walked. Men who can only show the path and are not the destination; where they communed with their truth, or, for lack of a better word, their God, in silence. The choice is left to us, to walk, stroll, stray, or squat on that path. [Many men; Ab to Za, all those letters of alphabets and all the other men in between… Same grand truth, revealed in parts… Same path, seemingly different… Same destination…. No single path.] But Vipassana does not offer us the easier path of pleading, coaxing, extorting or seducing such men for easy blessings.
It nudges you to start walking. To be your own blessing. To create your own miracles.”
Source: I Killed the Golden Goose : A COLLECTION OF THOUGHTS, THOUGHTLESSNESS, SILENCES, POEMS & SOME ‘SHOT’ STORIES
“The sound of silence was beginning to get louder, and familiar. And I was deeply in love with it.
Not only does it not involve religious practices, it makes you shed all religious affiliations for ten days. What you are left with is your bare breath. That becomes the only thing you focus on – your personal rosary.
There are no pictures of gurus, or even of the Buddha himself. There are no personalised gods or its dubious derivates – dogmas, or godmen – to prostrate before. No hugs, kisses, threads, amulets, satins or holy ash. No holy ‘trap’ of devices designed for an instant osmosis of blessings. No grand trickery that makes life here a hell in promise of a heaven there. It shows us the same arduous path that some of the enlightened men have walked. Men who can only show the path and are not the destination; where they communed with their truth, or, for lack of a better word, their God, in silence. The choice is left to us, to walk, stroll, stray, or squat on that path. [Many men; Ab to Za, all those alphabets and all the other men in between… Same grand truth, revealed in parts… Same path, seemingly different… Same destination…. No single path.] But Vipassana does not offer us the easier path of pleading, coaxing, extorting or seducing such men for easy blessings.
It nudges you to start walking. To be your own blessing. To create your own miracles.”
Source: I Killed the Golden Goose : A COLLECTION OF THOUGHTS, THOUGHTLESSNESS, SILENCES, POEMS & SOME ‘SHOT’ STORIES
“The sound of slowly dripping water stirred Eiji's mind back to consciousness.”
Source: To My Sunflower
“The sound of story is the dominant sound of our lives.”
Source: Midstream: An Unfinished Memoir
“The sound of that V10, a rich growl that reached right into my soul.”
Source: Life to the Limit: My Autobiography
“The sound of the anger still in him hurts something deep in me. Not anything of my own, but the parts of Matt that are in me now; memories, thoughts, ideas, cares, hopes, they all hurt for him.”
Source: So Close
“The sound of the bat is the music of spring training.”
Source: Spring Training
“The sound of the blades on the ice in the morning is like smelling fresh coffee.”
“The sound of the blues, rhythm and blues, country music, is what we lived for, black and white alike. It gave you strength to sit on one of those throbbing Allis-Chalmers tractors all day if you knew you were gonna hear something on the radio or maybe see a show that evening.”
Source: This Wheel's on Fire: Levon Helm and the Story of the Band
“The sound of the drum drives out thought; for that very reason it is the most military of instruments.”
“The sound of the falling snow……is our music.”
Source: Let's Dance a Waltz, Vol. 1
“The sound of the flute will cure epilepsyand sciatic gout.”
“The sound of the freezing of snow over the land seemed to roar deep into the earth. There was no moon. The stars, almost too many of them to be true, came forward so brightly that it was as if they were falling with the swiftness of the void. As the stars came nearer, the sky retreated deeper and deeper into the night color. The layers of the Border Range, indistinguishable one from another, cast their heaviness at the skirt of the starry sky in a blackness grave and somber enough to communicate their mass. The whole of the night scene came together in a clear, tranquil harmony.”
Source: Snow Country
“The sound of the gunshot in that narrow tunnel was like being inside a thunderbolt. I held my eyes closed, my fingers still clinging to the barrel.
"Ow!" the Mad Hatter shouted a distance ahead. "That thing is loud!"
I opened my eyes. Nine of Spades lay in front of me. He didn't move.
"Heh. You've got quite a roar, little lion. I've never seen a lion's roar do that, but I've never seen an elephant fit in a tin can either.”
“The sound of the harpsichord resembles that of a bird-cage played with toasting-forks.”
“The sound of the headboard, that's motivation.”
“The sound of the king's music made Despereaux's soul grow large and light inside of him.”
Source: The Tale of Despereaux: Being the Story of a Mouse, a Princess, Some Soup, and a Spool of Thread
“The sound of the mandolin is a very curious sound because it's cheerful and melancholy at the same time, and I think it comes from that shadow string, the double strings.”
Source: Conversations with Rita Dove
“The sound of the pages turning was the sound of magic. The dry liquid feel of paper under fingertips was what magic felt like.”
“The sound of the radio fades to nothing because the waves just can't reach”
Source: The Perks of Being a Wallflower YA edition
“The sound of the rain faded away and she kissed him, letting herself be as honest as she'd wanted to be, letting her kiss speak for everything she was afraid to say with words.”
Source: These Sheltering Walls
“The sound of the rain needs no translation.”
“The sound of the rain needs no translation. In music one doesn't make the end of the composition the point of the composition... Same way in dancing, you don't aim at one particular spot in the room... The whole point of dancing is the dance.”
“The sound of the rain that soothes me
The sound of the rain outside my window pane
Gives nostalgic feelings
Makes me think of thrilling things
The whispering sound that stirs things up
In the pouring rain, that wonderful feeling
That makes you smile and cleanse your soul
That peaceful feeling you don't want to go
Somewhere along the journey
Just enjoy the view
The rain will pass
You still have a long way to go
When the next rain comes don't just enjoy the view
When the next rain comes
I will get off and dance in the rain with you
Happy thoughts!”
“The sound of the sea, the curve of a horizon, wind in leaves, the cry of a bird leave manifold impression in us. And suddenly, without our wishing it at all, one of these memories spills from us and finds expression in musical language...I want to sing my interior landscape with the simple artlessness of a child.”
“The sound of the trumpets died away and Orlando stood stark naked. No human being since the world began, has ever looked more ravishing. His form combined in one the strength of a man and a woman’s grace. As he stood there, silver trumpets prolonged their note, as if reluctant to leave the lovely sight which their blast had called forth; and Chastity, Purity, and Modesty, inspired, no doubt, by Curiosity, peeped in at the door and threw a garment like a towel at the naked form which, unfortunately, fell short by several inches. Orlando looked at himself up and down in a long looking-glass, without showing any signs of discompose, and went presumably, to his bath.
We many take advantage of this pause in the narrative to make certain statements. Orlando had become a woman - there is no denying it. But in every other respect, Orlando remained precisely as he had been. The change in sex, though it altered their future, did nothing whatever to alter their identity. Their faces remained, as their portraits prove, practically the same. His memory - but in the future we must, for convention’s sake, say ‘her’ for ‘his’, and ‘she’ for ‘he’ - her memory then, went back through all the events of her past life without encountering any obstacle. Some slight haziness there may have been, as if a few dark spots had fallen into the clear pool of memory; certain things had become a little dimmed; but that was all. The change seemed to have been accomplished painlessly and completely and in such a way that Orlando herself showed no surprise at it. Many people, taking this into account, and holding that such a change in sex is against nature, have been at great pains to prove (1) that Orlando has always been a woman, (2) that Orlando is at this moment a man. Let biologists and psychologists determine. It is enough for us to state the simple fact; Orlando was a man till the age of thirty; when he became a woman and has remained so ever since.”
Source: Orlando
“The sound of the universe is all around us. It's what we hear in our dreams and in our hearts.”
“The sound of the words as they're said is always different from the sound they make when they're heard, because the speaker hears some of the sound from the inside”
Source: Every Day