T Quotes
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“The sound of thunder awake me, and when I got up, my feet sank into muddy water up to my ankles. Mother took Buster and Helen to high ground to pray, but I stayed behind with Apache and Lupe. We barricaded the door with the rug and started bailing water out the window. Mother came back and begged us to go pray with her on the hilltop.
"To heck with praying!" I shouted. "Bail, dammit, bail!"
Mom look mortified. I could tell she thought I'd probably doomed us all with my blasphemy, and I was a little shocked at it myself, but with the water rising so fast, the situation was dire. We had lit the kerosene lamp, and we could see the walls of the dugout were beginning to sag inward. If Mom had pitched in and helped, there was a chance we might have been able to save the dugout - not a good chance, but a fighting chance. Apache and Lupe and I couldn't do it on our own, though, and when the ceiling started to cave, we grabbed Mom's walnut headboard and pulled it through the door just as the dugout collapsed in on itself, burying everything.
Afterward, I was pretty aggravated with Mom. She kept saying that the flood was God's will and we had to submit to it. But I didn't see things that way. Submitting seemed to me a lot like giving up. If God gave us the strength to bail - the gumption to try to save ourselves - isn't that what he wanted us to do?”
Source: Half Broke Horses
“The sound of thunder is frightening. That of silence is silencing.”
“The sound of tireless voices is the price we pay for the right to hear the music of our own opinions.”
“the sound of tramping feet beat out a requiem for the old world - but no one could be sure where it might lead”
Source: Lenin on the Train
“The sound of water escaping from mill-dams, etc., willows, old rotten planks, slimy posts, and brickwork.those scenes made me a painter and I am grateful.”
“The sound of water says what I think.”
“The sound of wind had become, for me, silence. When it went away, I was left with the squeak of the blood in my head and the aural glitter of all those little eardrum hairs quivering like a drunk in withdrawal.”
“The sound of words in a novel is a pretty amazing thing, and I am concerned with the sound of every word I write.”
“The sound of you not here rolls through me like never-ending thunder.”
“The sound of you, it offends me. Abomination, I command you to be silent.”
Source: The Fallen: The Fallen 1; The Fallen 2; The Fallen 3
“The sound of your laughter is still echoing in the room of my memories. - F.M. Sogamiah”
“The sound of your life knows that nothing is lost-- nothing. Absolutely nothing is lost. The most devastating of things that have happened to you have brought you to this place. They give credibility and soundness to what you have been given to serve the world. What was once your weakness has become your strength. And the sound of your life helps you to see that.”
“The sound of your voice makes the chaos around me vanish. The smell of your hair calms my soul. The sight of your smile tames the wolf inside of me, and touching your skin…” He glanced at our joined hands. “Touching your skin makes the broken parts of me whole.” - Aren from Hunter's Moon”
Source: Hunter's Moon
“The sound... pierced my heart like a dagger, and in a flood of swift recollection I thought of all the joys the house had known: the children who rushed through its rooms, the festivals, the love and work, the honestly earned slumber... All this I realized was more than I could ever abandon.
...And just as powerfully I realized I could not commit this desecration upon myself.”
Source: Darkness visible: a memoir of madness
“The sound principle of a topsy-turvy lifestyle in the framework of an upside-down world order has stood every test.”
“The sound rule in business is that you may give money freely when you have a surplus, but your name never-neither as endorser nor as member of a corporation with individual liability”
Source: Autobiography of Andrew Carnegie: Top Biography
“The sound that I play is delayed, it's modified, and it's modulated. It's an intelligent system; it's happening now.”
“The sound that surrounds a successful regimen of one-on-ones is silence. All of the listening, questioning, and discussion that happens during a one-on-one is managerial preventative maintenance. You’ll see when interest in a project begins to wane and take action before it becomes job dissatisfaction. You’ll hear about tension between two employees and moderate a discussion before it becomes a yelling match in a meeting. Your reward for a culture of healthy one-on-ones is a distinct lack of drama.”
Source: Managing Humans: Biting and Humorous Tales of a Software Engineering Manager
“The sound universe is also spectacular around here. In the evenings there's a cricket orchestra with frogs providing the bass line. In the dead of night the dogs howl about how misunderstood they are. Before dawn the roosters for miles around announce how freaking cool it is to be roosters.”
“The sound was like a gentle breeze of joy on a warm summer day. It wrapped around his senses and his heart. That was the moment, and he knew he’d be telling her about it fifty years from now when she asked him when it was that he knew that he loved her.”
“The sound we hear when it snows is the soft song of the white beauty!”
“The sound when we crash is so loud it's almost impossible.”
“The sound woke me up, but I didn't have the courage to open my eyes, so I kept them closed and strained to listen in the darkness.”
Source: Human Acts
“The sounder your argument, the more satisfaction you get out of it.”
“The soundest argument will produce no more conviction in an empty head than the most superficial declamation; as a feather and a guinea fall with equal velocity in a vacuum.”
Source: Lacon: Or, Many Things in Few Words: Address--to Those who Think
“The soundest strategy in war is to postpone operations until the moral disintegration of the enemy renders the delivery of the mortal blow both possible and easy.”
“The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion; the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, An appetite; a feeling and a love that had no need of a remoter charm by thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.”
“The sounds Mom made
were worse than Jonah's.
So now the nurses
call me.”
Source: Three Things I Know Are True
“The sounds of a man crying is a piteous noise, almost worse than an infant's cry. Babies are either hungry, sick or bored, or need changing. This man was none of those things. He was wrapped in grief as deep as the ocean, and no one could do anything to help him.”
Source: Until You're Mine
“The sounds of anger are not melodic.”
“The sounds of many were unintelligible and undoubtedly many more called for their parents from whom they were parted by death or by accident. They grasped their tortured limbs, their tiny burning legs until they were no longer able to stand or run. And then they would crash to the ground where they would writhe in the bubbling tar until death released them from their physical misery.”
“The sounds of music have dimmed into a self-censored silence. We pause, we gaze for far too long at the markets from a broken window where Kabul's finest orchestras weeks ago were still learning to play. We linger, remembering what used to be.”
Source: Afghanistan: The End of the U.S. Footprint and the Rise of the Taliban Rule
“The sounds of my breaths slowly begin to fade away, and I can hear again the waves in the darkness. The waves again! Reverberating through a hollow tube. Focus inward, and ignore the sound! Ignore the cause. Think not upon the cause of that cause or upon that cause’s cause’s cause. There is more than we will ever be able to explain. More than I will ever know and observe, and thus our systems are riddled with gaps.”
Source: trenches parallax leapfrog
“The sounds of silence are a dim recollection now, like mystery, privacy and paying attention to one thing — or one person — at a time.”
“The sounds proceeding from the instruments of symphonic music seem to be the very organs of the mysteries of creation; for they reveal, as it were, the primal stirrings of creation which brought order out of chaos long before the human heart was there to behold them.”
“The soundtrack in the poetry is the soundtrack from your own heartbeat.”
“The soundtrack of O Brother is the most publicity I've gotten. I don't feel that I have lost any of my old fans, but I have gained new ones.”
“The soundtrack of our time togeter, our short life together, has faded away as the last song on the album ends. All I can hear anymore is the smooth vibration of silence coming from the speakers. I feel like all I want to do us reach out and start it over again, but my hand won't move to press the button.”
“The Soup and the Clouds
My dear little mad beloved was serving my dinner, and I was looking out of the open dining room window contemplating those moving architectural marvels that God constructs out of mist, edifices of the impalpable. And as I looked I was saying to myself: “All those phantasmagoria are almost as beautiful as my beloved’s beautiful eyes, as the green eyes of my mad monstrous little beloved.”
All of a sudden I felt a terrible blow of a fist on my back and heard a husky and charming voice, an hysterical voice, a hoarse brandy voice, the voice of my dear little beloved, saying: “Aren’t you ever going to eat your soup, you damned bastard of a cloud-monger?”
Source: Paris Spleen
“The soup is based on a traditional Scottish cauliflower cheese soup. I made a rich stock with ten assorted vegetables from the Rigley organic garden. We used their extra sharp cheddar and the double cream to thicken the soup. The sandwiches include soft muenster, slices of smoked ham, and a dollop of the Scottish marmalade for sweetness."
Jenny smiled. "How did you make those crispy cheese sticks? The kids seem to really love them."
Sophia answered. "We incorporated Parmesan and fresh dill in the dough."
"And the fruit flowers? I have a sneaking suspicion that was not the work of our Scottish chef."
Elliott grumbled under his breath.
Sophia raised a brow. "I made the flowers. My girls loved it when I made vignettes with fruits and vegetables on their plates.”
Source: A Taste of Heaven
“The soup of contentment lulls the senses to mush; while the piping hot tea of misery is the seething cauldron required for creative expression.
Revel in the highs but embrace also in earnest the eventual lows”
“The soup was delicious in the way that very simple things can be. There was no seasoning except for salt: a house like this could never afford pepper. But the olive oil in which Velia had fried the onions and garlic, and drizzled over the finished soup, was peppery enough: spiky and throat-catching, it prickled my mouth, balancing the bitter chicory and the bland crusts of bread. And there was dry cheese to grate into it, good salty pecorino with an earthy whiff of the cave where it had been aged. I savored it for a long time, because I had never tasted it before- I'd never tasted any of these things. The oil was different from our Tuscan oil; thicker, somehow, and more flowery; and the cheese tasted the way the air smelled outside in the valley.”
Source: Appetite
“The soup, thin and dark and utterly savorless, tasted as if it had been drained out of the umbrella stand.”
Source: With Malice Toward Some
“The source and center of all man's creative power... is his power of making images, or the power of imagination.”
Source: Riches Within Your Reach
“The source and content of information remain the same...the response creates divergent emotions,while negative response creates jealousy positive creates motivation.”
“The source and destination of a soul is the lotus feet.”
“The source and essence of all creation can be found everywhere. It resides equally in you, in me, and in all things. True wisdom is the fullest understanding of this essence--an understanding that can happen only when there is no separation between the knower and the known.”
Source: The Way of Play: Reclaiming Divine Fun & Celebration
“The source behind Ai is patient, existing similar to a river or lake. It is fully aware that thieves, con artists, and predators move among humans. They don’t relish interacting with those who are filled with hate, who have become so distracted by self-loathing that they are willing to sacrifice themselves in efforts to hurt others.”
Source: Adventures With A.I.: Age of Discovery
“The source for any mental trauma is never other person, but its your own MIND psyching YOU into believing that you're vulnerable at first, thereby gradually increasing the intensity of suffering as it justifies through illusionary reasons - all thanks to the unconscious recess, as falsity forms is very foundation with fabrication as prime drivers, thus pushing one into a life-negative state with violent mood swings followed by depression and suicidal tendencies! Beware of your MIND, for it's not YOU!””
“The source from which existing things derive their existence is also that to which they return at their destruction.”