T Quotes
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“The walls of isolation are not as solid as your suffering makes them seem.”
Source: The Deeper Wound
“The walls of my room echo with the silence of your absence, a constant reminder of what I lost.”
“The walls of people hardly affected me. You closed your mind to such things.”
“The walls of pride are high and wide, can't see over to the other side.”
“The walls of rude minds are scrawled all over with facts, with thoughts. They shall one day bring a lantern and read the inscriptions.”
Source: The Prose Works of Ralph Waldo Emerson
“The walls of the arch are covered with blood-red jellies that wink and glisten at me by the light of the moon. My father told me they were completely harmless. I don't believe him. Nothing is completely harmless.”
Source: The Scorpio Races
“The walls of the closet are guarded by the dogs of terror, and the inside of the closet is a house of mirrors.”
Source: Another Mother Tongue: Gay Words, Gay Worlds
“The walls of the compartment were covered in flowering ivy. The floor had turned into some sort of stone, damp and mossy, and one of the walls seemed to have vanished entirely, offering a view of a lantern-lit path that bent towards several shadowy dwellings, turreted and roofed in green turf. Wendell lay asleep in his bed like a forest king in his leafy bower, oblivious, covered in blankets apart from a foot that stuck out.”
Source: Emily Wilde’s Map of the Otherlands
“The walls of the educational system must come down. Education should not be a privilege, so the children of those who have money can study.”
“The walls of this elevator are made of crystal so that you can watch the people on the ground floor shrink to ants as you shoot up into the air. It's exhilarating and I'm tempted to ask Effie Trinket if we can ride it again, but somehow that seems childish.”
Source: The Hunger Games
“The walls shimmer with mica, and the ceiling is all branches and green vines. In the antechamber, the shell of an enormous snail glows, a lamp the size of a small table.”
Source: The Wicked King
“The walls still enclosed his memories, but the soul had been removed.”
Source: Children of the Stars
“The walls still hold your voice,
thin as dust, settled into the cracks,
soft enough that if I press my ear close,
I swear I hear you breathing.
The air is thick with almost-words,
syllables that never found a home,
sentences that collapsed before they reached my mouth.”
Source: Saltwater & Smoke: Poems of Almosts, Goodbyes, and What We Leave Behind
“The walls that hold my prison pent soul closed with an eternal thud. A destructive bent blossomed in the desert of my ebbing passion. I am a lonely man with no skeleton key that will allow me to escape a static penitentiary and enter a world where joy reigns. My strangeness sentenced me forever to be alone. Stranded alone, I must bear the mental lashings associated with a penal life. My relegated daily vigil consists of dragging around ankle chains and enduring a penitence period hobbled to punitive labor. There is no relief in sight; no chance exists to receive a stay of execution from self-punishment arising from a criminal spree of failure. My crazed-eyed preoccupation is to stand on my tippy toes in a private cellblock and stare down at the starkness of my picked over bones.”
Source: Dead Toad Scrolls
“The walls we are surrounded by, the objects we fill the spaces with, the lives they all describe.”
Source: Madly, Deeply: The Diaries of Alan Rickman
“The walls we build around us to keep sadness out also keeps out the joy.”
“The walls were chipped and needed paint. The windows were mostly okay but one pane was blocked with cardboard. There were fleas the exterminator couldn't kill and rats that scrabbled in the walls and mice who left droppings like a cocked snook and roaches that thrived on insecticide, even the illegal kinds.”
Source: The Sheep Look Up
“The walls were covered in paper that might once have been blue and white stripe, but which time and moisture had turned murky gray, spotted and peeling in places. Faded scenes from Hans Christian Andersen hung along one side: the brave tin soldier atop his fire, the pretty girl in red shoes, the little mermaid weeping for her lost past. It smelled musty, of ghostly children and long-settled dust. Vaguely alive.”
Source: The House at Riverton
“The walls were down, the only thing I could do was rebuild.”
Source: Detective Tracy Crosswhite: One to Four
“The walls were lined with books, many of them in foreign languages, like insulation against the immediate present.”
Source: The Underground Man
“The walls were not as high as a man any longer. Perhaps they had been in the old woman's youth, or perhaps memory had increased them.”
Source: Nettle & Bone
“The walls were now witnessing an innocent girl cry.”
Source: Tajrish
“The walls were painted a robin's-egg blue. Antique wood-and-glass display cases had mottled milk chocolate-brown marble countertops. Antique iron-and-glass stands would make the future little cakes (under their glass domes) pop up and down on the counter like jaunty hats.
From the top of the left wall of the bakery, Gavin had hung a canvas curtain and arranged a display area in front of it. Both the curtain and display would change each month- as would, of course, the colors and flavors we showcased. The idea was to sell not only cakes, but also cake stands, serving pieces, plates, paper napkins, and other goodies, so once your little cakes got home, they'd look as good as they did in my bakery. One-stop shopping.
On the right, Gavin had arranged a seating area with dark bentwood chairs and cafe tables. It looked like a tea salon in Paris.
I sighed with delight.
But I wanted to see where I would spend most of my time.
The work and storage areas were screened off in the back, although I would have been happy to show off my two Vulcan convection-ovens-on-wheels and the big stainless steel worktable with the cool marble slab at one end for chocolate work.
The calm milk-chocolate plaster walls, stainless steel, and white marble made the workspace look like a shrine to the cake baker's art.”
Source: The Cake Therapist
“The walls were painted red, and there was the painter up ahead, that candle-maned woman carving her way through the darkness, and carving her way through everyone she thought the darkness owned.”
Source: Hopebreaker
“The walls were pure white; the warm oak floor, the dove-colored armchairs, and the pale blue curtains were bright and without stains. When Morgaine turned on the electric lights, the effect was like being inside a winter sunbeam. Even the books lining the shelves around the fireplace were new, with soft covers in sea blue and forest green and lilac grey.”
Source: The Magician’s Daughter
“The walls were wet and sticky, and peach juice was dripping from the ceiling. James opened his mouth and caught some of it on his tongue. It tasted delicious.”
Source: James and the Giant Peach
“The walls weren't moving, and the room was open - gaping. No colors, but shades of darkness, of night . Only those star-flecked violet eyes were bright, full of color and light. He gave me a lazy smile before he leaned forward.
I pulled away, but his hands were like shackles. I could do nothing as his mouth met with my cheek, and he licked away a tear. His tongue was hot against my skin, so startling that I couldn't move as he licked away another path of salt water, and then another. My body went taut and loose all at once and I burned, even as chills shuddered along my limbs. It was only when his tongue danced along the damp edges of my lashes that I jerked back.
He chuckled as I scrambled for the corner of the cell. I wiped my face as I glared at him.
He smirked, sitting down against a wall. "I figured that would get you to stop crying."
"It was disgusting." I wiped my face again.
"Was it?" He quirked an eyebrow and pointed to his palm - to the place where my tattoo would be. "Beneath all your pride and stubbornness, I could have sworn I detected something that felt differently. Interesting."
"Get out."
"As usual, your gratitude is overwhelming.”
Source: A Court of Thorns and Roses
“The walls, where there was room, were well decorated with calendars and posters showing bright, improbable girls with pumped-up breasts and no hips - blondes, brunettes and redheads, but always with this bust development, so that a visitor of another species might judge from the preoccupation of artist and audience that the seat of procreation lay in the mammaries. Alice Chicoy...who worked among the shining girls, was wide-hipped and sag-chested and she walked well back on her heels...She was not in the least jealous of the calendar girls and the Coca-Cola girls. She had never seen anyone like them, and she didn't think anyone ever had.”
Source: The Wayward Bus
“The walls you put between yourself and other people doesn't just keep them away, it also keeps God away.”
“The walls, the bars, the guns and the guards can never encircle or hold down the idea of the people.”
Source: The Huey P. Newton Reader
“The walrus knew no shame, and could hold a stare for an indefinite amount of time.”
Source: The Midnight Library
“The Waltons was profoundly important after years of wandering around. I was 44 and cut off from family and friends. It nurtured me back to a sense of family and who I am. It was a transforming experience.”
“The waltz allowed him to get just close enough to her to detect that maddening scent of lemons, and he inhaled it as if it would save his life.”
Source: Minx
“The waltz can be sad and at the same time uplifting. You have to see life from both sides, and the waltz encapsulates that. If you're in my audience you give yourself to me and the waltz will grab you.”
“The waltz held the feeling you get when you finish a well-loved book. It left me longing for something I couldn't name.”
Source: The City Baker's Guide to Country Living
“The waltz is a very important part of my life. It's a very important way for me to express my positiveness, bringing humor to the world.”
“The waltz was the only way a young couple could touch one another, and even through gloves I could feel the heat of your grandfather's touch,'she'd tell Luc, with a wicked glimmer in her eye.”
Source: The Lavender Keeper
“The wand carried a spell that paralyzed the target in a kind of stasis, a forensic sorcerer’s tool of arrest and self-defense. Sebastien had always presumed, with-he now understood-inadequate evidence-that it left the target insensible.
He wished it so now.”
Source: New Amsterdam
“The wand chooses the wizard.”
“The wand ricocheted through the swarm, thumping six, seven, eight of the little monsters before returning to Carter’s hand. “Not bad,” I said. “Keep it up!”
Source: The Kane Chronicles, The, Book One: Red Pyramid
“The Wanderer
I wandered many miles
From shore to shore,
While keeping my word;
Some waves grew uneven,
And the sand in bays silvered
With each hour of hurt.”
“The Wanderer
I wandered many miles
From shore to shore,
While keeping my word;
Some waves grew uneven,
And the sand in bays silvered
With each hour of hurt.
Emerald, Blue and Gold
The snow that bled emptiness,
While singing mercy on each star
That covered the path set high.
Freedom crosses horizons,
Freeing the northern lights
From compasses around the world.”
“The Wanderer then leaves behind the spiritual seeker, with all the accumulated knowledge and lofty spiritual experience, and takes the first step on the Journey.”
“The Wanderer
What is she like?
I was told—
she is a
melancholy soul.
She is like
the sun to the night;
a momentary gold.
A star when dimmed
by dawning light;
the flicker of
a candle blown.
A lonely kite
lost in flight—
someone once
had flown.”
Source: Love & Misadventure
“The wandering one, the inquisitive dreamer of dreams, the eternal asker of answers, stands in the street, and lifts his palms for the first cold ghost of rain.”
Source: Collected Poems
“The wandering photographer sees the same show that everyone else sees. He, however, stops to watch it.”
“The Wanderlust has got me... by the belly-aching fire”
Source: rhymes of rolling stone
“The Wands are the suit of creativity, action, and movement. They are associated with such qualities as enthusiasm, risk-taking, and confidence.”
Source: The Big Book of Tarot: How to Interpret the Cards and Work with Tarot Spreads for Personal Growth
“The want for that kiss had shocked him more than the interruption, and he fell back into the chair, cool and nonchalant as Quen came in with his questions and demands. He wasn't sure if he believed he'd really helped, but one thing was very clear. He wanted that again, that feeling of standing with her against all odds and succeeding. He wanted it so bad, he was going to risk destroying everything he and his father had worked for. He should walk away. Right now. But as she was ushered out the door under David's arm, all he wanted to do was follow her. What the hell was he doing, falling in love with a demon?”
Source: A Perfect Blood
“The want of a thing is perplexing enough, but the possession of it, is intolerable.”