T Quotes
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“The Wheel
Through winter-time we call on spring,
And through the spring on summer call,
And when abounding hedges ring
Declare that winter's best of all;
And after that there's nothing good
Because the spring-time has not come --
Nor know what disturbs our blood
Is but its longing for the tomb.”
Source: The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats
“The wheel turns and turns and turns: it never stops and stands still.”
“The wheel turns for all, caro Chase. It’s the karma effect,” Giulia cried, aping Ilenia. She could have never imagined that her words would become prophetic so soon.”
Source: Cutting Right to the Chase Vol.2,
“The wheel turns. In the end we all return to what we are and to where we began.”
Source: Mortis
“The wheel was invented so we could move faster. Credit was invented so we would have to.”
“The wheel weaves as the wheel wills”
Source: The Dragon Reborn: Book Three of 'The Wheel of Time'
“The Wheel weaves as the Wheel wills,' was Moiraine’s reply. She stood in the doorway looking more Aes Sedai than he ever remembered her, ageless, with dark eyes that seemed ready to swallow him, slight and slender yet so regal she could have commanded a roomful of queens if she could not channel a spark. That blue stone on her forehead was catching the light again. 'You will do well, Rand.'
He stared at the door long after it closed behind them.”
“The Wheel weaves as the Wheel wills, Perrin. We've become what we needed to become."- Rand Al'Thor”
“The wheels are spinning in my head all the time.”
“The wheels are turning, but the hamsters are all dead. Make it idiot-proof and someone will make a better idiot. I learned long ago, never to wrestle with a pig, you get dirty; and besides, the pig likes it.”
“The wheels in my brain are turning and I assure you a lot is brewing up in my head!”
“The wheels of justice - they're square wheels.”
“The wheels of karma are in effect, everywhere. They follow one through the ages, not resting before the debts of past births are paid off.”
Source: Ashwatthama's Redemption: The Rise of Dandak [Paperback] Gunjan Porwal
“The wheels were turning in all their heads, but the one with the dead hamster inside spoke first.”
Source: Playground
“The whelp of a wolf must prove a wolf at last, notwithstanding he may be brought up by a man.”
“The whereabouts of the enemy is often as close as the person questioning the whereabouts of the enemy.”
“The whiff of Ben's parcel hovered under the delicious aroma of fish. Suddenly John felt hungry. The men, he saw, were sipping from a ladle which they passed between them. The tallest of the three slurped and smiled.
'Whether or not Miss Lucretia consumes it, the kitchen has discharged its duty,' he declared cheerfully. He towered a whole head over the others. 'A simple broth is most apt for a young stomach, especially a stomach which chooses privation over nourishment. Lampreys. Crab shells ground fine. Stockfish and...' He sniffed then frowned.
'Simple, Mister Underley?' jibed Vanian in a nasal voice. 'If it is simple, then how is it spiced?'
'Came in a parcel this morning,' Henry Palewick offered. 'Down from Soughton. Master Scovell had it out in a moment. Smelled like flowers to me. Whatever it was.'
'Which flowers?' demanded the fourth man of the quartet, in a foreign accent. He pointed a large-nostrilled nose at Henry. 'Saffron, agrimony and comfrey bound the cool-humored plants; meadowsweet, celandine and wormwood the hot.”
Source: John Saturnall's Feast
“The whiff of ocean on the southern breeze and the smell of burning asphalt brought back memories of summers past. It had seemed as though those sweet dreams of summer would last forever: the warmth of a girl’s skin, an old rock ‘n’ roll song, freshly washed button-down shirt, the odor of cigarette smoke in a pool changing room, a fleeting premonition. Then one summer (when had it been?) the dreams had vanished, never to return.”
“The whiffs of coffee and chicory and fried dough danced awkwardly with the occasional and unmistakable wafts of urine left by naive tourists or wild fraternity brothers or desperate homeless people or all of the above. Beset among throngs of tourists identified by lanyards and name tags, and dramatic straw hats, the board awaited the delivery of mountains of beignets dusted like the Alps with sweet snow.”
“The Whig interpretation of history ... is the tendency in many historians to write on the side of Protestants and Whigs, to praise revolutions provided they have been successful, to emphasise certain principles of progress in the past and to produce a story which is the ratification if not the glorification of the present.”
Source: The Whig interpretation of history
“The whims of youth break all the rules.”
“The whimsicalness of our own humor is a thousand times more fickle and unaccountable than what we blame so much in fortune.”
“The whip degrades; a severe father teaches his children to dissemble; their love is pretense, and their obedience a species of self-defense. Fear is the father of lies.”
Source: Discussions
“The whip scars on my back weren't real to him. People's pain didn't matter to him unless he was the cause of it. Butler, 1979, p. 125”
Source: Kindred
“The whipped butter had already started melting across the waffles' latticed brown surface, creating a golden trickling waterfall that pooled in their hollows. Rika bit into the dough, savoring how juicy and moist it had become with all the butter it had absorbed, with a pleasant saltiness.”
Source: Butter
“The whirligig featured a drummer, a trumpet player, a clarinetist, and a man with a trombone. It was a leap beyond the spouting whale, with more figures, a six-bladed propeller, and a much more complex system of rods and pivots that made the instruments dip and rise as if the musicians were marching.”
Source: Whirligig
“The whirligig of time brings in his revenges.”
“The Whirling Linguist
(Naskaristana 2670-2671)
Language is a paradox,
by ambition it is expansive,
but by neurology it is restrictive,
and language tied to ideology,
is downright decrepit.
I live in six languages,
and occasionally dabble in a few more,
and I learnt none inside classrooms,
I just outgrew the jungle memberships.
What makes a language native is
not flawless syntax or grammar,
but a shameless flow of passion.
For example, yo soy humano, por que humano?
cunku benim icin bi tek insanlik onemli -
sesangi sarang, sarangi sesang -
and to hell with armchair linguists
and grammar nazis, who can't tell
day from night without consulting textbooks -
I'm the center that the dervish whirls around,
I'm the flame that syllables dance around,
I'm the immeasurable that your complex-obsessed
psychology books patronize with analysis, and
philosophy books desecrate with ivory-tower,
lifeless logic disconnected from soil,
most of whom are more interested in calculation and
condescension than the elevation of human condition.
You think Naskar writes me, Naskar is an idiot, I'm beyond Naskar, beyond every single puny mortal brain, I'm the original sentience that occasionally seeks out fitting vessels, with a dominant tendency of expansion and a tinge of naivety, and makes them whirl at my whim, so that your little toddler species doesn't crawl back into jungle slime.”
Source: With Love From A Blue Rock
“The whirlpool![...] It's got hold of me, and I'm going down, old man—and it looks black as hell.”
Source: The Whirlpool
“The whirlpool splashed into view, swirls of blue and green simmering against an outcropping of grayish-brown rock in the glow of half-light. I stared out at it in fascination and wonder, feeling as if I had entered the setting of a fairy tale and this was a magical pool, perhaps the looking glass of a unicorn or the home of an enchanted prince, ancient as time itself.”
Source: Peter
“The whirlwind in his brain—which had so many times tugged his pituitary in ways that made him TAKE instead of GIVE—
subsided for the very first time.
Tightness in his crotch usually corresponded with a tightness in his gut, making him want to CONTROL, to CHOKE, to SUBDUE... but not this time.
Not ever again.”
Source: Fallout Dreams
“The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.”
“The whiskers sticking up from underneath his pancake makeup, and yet he was a beautiful lady.”
“The whiskey died away in time and was renewed and died again, but the street ran on. From that night the thousand streets ran as one street, with imperceptible corners and changes of scene.”
Source: Light in August
“The whiskey kicked like a mugger.”
Source: Blitz
“The whiskey warmed his tongue and the back of his throat, but it did not change his ideas any, and suddenly, looking at himself in the mirror behind the bar, he knew that drinking was never going to do any good to him now. Whatever he had now he had, and it was from now on, and if he drank himself unconscious when he woke up it would be there.”
Source: The Hemingway Collection
“The whiskey was a good start. I got the idea from Dylan Thomas. He's this poet who drank twenty-one straight whiskeys at the White Horse Tavern in New York and then died on the spot from alcohol poisoning. I've always wanted to hear the bartender's side of the story. What was it like watching this guy drink himself out of here? How did it feel handing him number twenty-one and watching his face crumple up before the fall of the stool? And did he already have number twenty-two poured, waiting for this big fat tip, and then have to drink it himself after whoever came took the body away?”
Source: Suicide Notes
“The whisky bears a grudge against the decanter.”
Source: Proust
“The Whisper Factory is now hiring! Report your grandma for suspicious behavior and get PAID!”
Source: There are Two Typos of People in This World: Those Who Can Edit and Those Who Can't
“The whisper of the blood and the pleading of the bone marrow.”
“The whisper of the dusk is night shedding its husk.”
Source: Twilight Eyes
“The whisper of the wind through the grass speaks to my soul, revealing life's truths more deeply than the clamour of my thoughts.”
Source: Slipping into another world
“The Whisper Of Too Late
As a voice whispers from above as it did all of yesterday's chances fading in the smoke of your demise like your words of today falling back into the abyss of your own free-will.”
“The whisper wasn't a curse. It was a mirror. And Klaus just couldn't look away.”
Source: The Whisper Between Us
“The whispering of the truth is stronger than the thunderstorm of the untruth!”
“The whispers in the morning of lovers sleeping tight are rolling like thunder now as I look in your eyes. I hold on to your body and feel each move you make, your voice is warm and tender, a love that I could not forsake.”
“The whispers of shared ecstasy are choral.”
Source: Grammars of Creation
“The whispers you hear in your ear that you fear
in the air everywhere,
they are ghosts.
The moans and the groans in the lowest of tones
no one owns or condones,
they are ghosts.
You might deem them gremlins or water or wind,
while others say shadows or rodents or sin.
But oh! I say no!
‘Tis not so, child, for lo!
The chills that you feel in a thrill that proves goose
bumps are frightfully real,
they are ghosts!”
Source: Slaying Dragons: Quotes, Poetry, & a Few Short Stories for Every Day of the Year
“The whistle blower laws are meaningless.”
“The whistle buried under my skin and became a permanent part of me. I had a radar for certain eyes afterward. It was a heightened awareness of the bad shit that could happen if I wasn't careful, and I could adjust the degree of it, but I would never be able to turn it off.”
Source: Girl, Unframed