T Quotes
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“There never was another like you in this world. God throws the mold away every time he makes a man [or woman]... I think He made you what you are in order that you might do some particular thing better than anyone else in the world could do it.”
“There never was any heart truly great and generous, that was not also tender and compassionate.”
“There never was any party, faction, sect, or cabal whatsoever, in which the most ignorant were not the most violent; for a bee is not a busier animal than a blockhead.”
Source: The works of Alexander Pope. With a selection of explanatory notes, and the account of his life by dr. Johnson
“There never was, for all I could ever learn, a time when living was easy and peaceful.”
Source: The Virgin in the Ice
“There never was found a man who had courage to acknowledge himself a coward.”
“There never was night that had no morn.”
“There never was such a goose. Bob said he didn’t believe there ever was such a goose cooked. Its tenderness and flavour, size and cheapness, were the themes of universal admiration. Eked out by apple-sauce and mashed potatoes, it was a sufficient dinner for the whole family; indeed, as Mrs. Cratchit said with great delight (surveying one small atom of a bone upon the dish), they hadn’t ate it all at last!”
Source: A Christmas Carol
“There never was yet a people who must not have somebody or something to represent the dignity of the state, the majesty of the people, call it what you will - a doge, an avoyer, an archon, a president, a consul, a syndic; this becomes at once an object of ambition and dispute, and, in time, of division, faction, sedition, and rebellion.”
Source: The Works of John Adams, Second President of the United States: With a Life of the Author, Notes and Illustrations
“There never was yet a people who must not have somebody or something to represent the dignity of the state.”
Source: The Works of John Adams, Second President of the United States: With a Life of the Author, Notes and Illustrations
“There never were, in the world, two opinions alike, no more than two hairs, or two grains; the most universal quality is diversity.”
Source: Essays of Montaigne
“There never were, since the creation of the world, two cases exactly parallel.”
Source: Lord Chesterfield's Letters
“There never will be a trust in excellence or a combination in superiority. As long as you can do a thing a little better than anybody else can do it, you need no bond or trade-mark to protect the product of your brains.”
“There never will be complete equality until women themselves help to make laws and elect lawmakers.”
“There never will be enough for everything while the world goes on. The more that is given the more there will be needed.”
Source: If I lived my life again
“There never will exist anything permanently noble and excellent in the character which is a stranger to resolute self-denial.”
“There never yet have been, nor are there now, too many good books.”
Source: What Luther says: an anthology
“There never yet was a mother who taught her child to be an infidel.”
“There no such thing as something! Why? Because everything's already turning into something else!”
Source: Black Swan Green
“There' not much to say. People will throw food at me, people will throw words at me, and I have to be stronger than that if I'm going to survive.”
Source: The Heir
“There now. Better?"
He gave a reluctant nod.
"Can you move your arm in all directions?"
He rolled his shoulder to prove it. "Yes."
"What about your grip?"
"My grip is strong."
"Perhaps I should wrap the arm in a sling."
"I don't need a sling."
"Wait here. I'll dash upstairs to fetch some linen and-"
"For the love of God, woman. My shoulder is fine." He took her by the waist and lifted her straight off the floor, until they were eye to eye. "There. Believe me now?"
She nodded, wide-eyed.
"Good."
In his hands, she was delicate, breakable. Her hair was a golden treasure he should never, ever touch. And oh, how he hungered for those soft, pink lips.
The familiar voice echoed in his ears.
Don't touch, boy. She's not for the likes of you.
Put. Her. Down.
But before Gabe could lower those beribboned pink slippers to the floor, she captured his sooty, sweaty face in her hands-
And kissed him on the lips.”
Source: The Wallflower Wager
“There now ensued a series of incidents which transported me to the opposite extremes of ecstasy and horror; incidents which I tremble to recall and dare not seek to interpret.”
Source: Complete Collection Of H. P. Lovecraft - 150 eBooks With 100+ Audiobooks (Complete Collection Of Lovecraft's Fiction, Juvenilia, Poems, Essays And Collaborations)
“There now remain only a few books, which they call books of the lesser prophets; and as I have already shown that the greater are impostors, it would be cowardice to disturb the repose of the little ones. Let them sleep, then, in the arms of their nurses, the priests, and both be forgotten together.
I have now gone through the Bible, as a man would go through a wood with an axe on his shoulder, and fell trees. Here they lie; and the priests, if they can, may replant them. They may, perhaps, stick them in the ground, but they will never make them grow.”
Source: The age of reason
“There now remain only a few books, which they call books of the lesser prophets; and as I have already shown that the greater are impostors, it would be cowardice to disturb the repose of the little ones. Let them sleep, then, in the arms of their nurses, the priests, and both be forgotten together.”
Source: The Theological Works of Thomas Paine: To which are Added the Profession of Faith of a Savoyard Vicar
“There! Now we're friends!" declared the minx. "Say you're sorry about my sister -"
"I am desolated!"
"That's a good boy!”
Source: The Murder on the Links
“There occurs the beautiful feeling that only humanity together is the true human being, and that the individual can be cheerful and happy only if he has the courage to feel himself in the Whole.”
Source: Truth and Fiction: Relating to My Life
“There often seems to be a playfulness to wise people, as if either their equanimity has as its source this playfulness or the playfulness flows from equanimity; and they can persuade other people who are in a state of agitation to calm down and smile.”
“There, on a spindle-legged chair positioned against the far wall under the warm glow of the twin sconces, Lord Rothbury, blindfolded with his own cravat, his hands tied together, secured behind the back of the chair.
In vain, she tried to swallow, only it felt as if her throat had been doused with sand.
Good Lord! Why on earth was he tied up?
His shirt lay open, displaying the tawny skin of his broad chest, his flat nipples, and the sparse golden hairs that brushed the plane of his muscled stomach. Her greedy eyes remained fastened on that sleek, bare stomach, mesmerized by the rise and fall of each breath he took.
A voice in the back of her mind told her she should look away. After all, he was sin embodied. But what a sight he was for her starved eyes.
His dark blond locks lay in splendid disarray and he gave his head a quick jerk, tossing away the hair that fell across his forehead. He was unsuccessful, the silky strands sliding back into their former position. He blew out his frustration with a low growl.”
Source: To Wed a Wicked Earl
“There, on her fingertips, was a faint slash of strawberry frosting drawn into a tiny heart.
"What's that?" Gray captured her hand and lifted it so the porch light shone on her fingers. "That's strawberry frosting."
She nodded.
"That's my favorite. Every year, for my birthday, Mom bakes me a cake with strawberry frosting."
She looked down at the frosting, her eyes widening. Oh my gosh. It wasn't Angela at all. It was Gray. She closed her hand over the small heart, and her fingers tingled. When she opened her hand, the frosting was gone.”
Source: The Secret Recipe of Ella Dove
“there on the beaches of Normandy I began to reflect on the wonders of these ordinary people whose lives were laced with the markings of greatness.”
Source: The Greatest Generation
“There on the dune, beside the table, one of the camel boys has his arm around the other, and they sit there like that as they watch the sun. The dunes are turning the same shades of adobe and aqua as the buildings of Marrakech. Two boys, arms around each other. To Less, it seems so foreign. It makes him sad. In his world, he never sees straight men doing this. Just as a gay couple cannot walk hand in hand down the streets of Marrakech, he thinks, two men, best friends, cannot walk hand in hand down the streets of Chicago. They cannot sit on a dune like these teenagers and watch a sunset in each other’s embrace. This Tom Sawyer love for Huck Finn.”
Source: Less
“there, on the fifth corner, is Les Deux Magots.
The cafe's green awning flaps frantically, pushed outward by a rushing wind from within. Around it are tables and chairs, all heaving up and suspended as if about to fly away; then spasming back to their positions on the ground. Up again, head-height and back. As they have jumped for years. The windows are blown out repeatedly, surrounded by broken glass that twitches and snaps back into the panes and then out again, repeatedly, an oscillating instant of combustion. The café rumbles.
Sam walks heavily toward it, into the empty road around it. It looks as if the air exhausts her, as if she walks against a gale. She stops, gasping, still meters from the entrance. The air rushes in Thibault's ears.
It was from here that the S-Blast came.”
Source: The Last Days of New Paris
“There on the landing sits the typewriter. It is clogged with dust, the ribbon dried and flimsy. Looking at it gives Felix a feeling close to vertigo. He realises he can replicate in his head the exact sound it used to make. The clac-clac-a-clac of the metal letters hitting the paper, the ribbon raising itself each time to make the impression. The machine-gun fire of it, when the work was going well. The stops and pauses when it wasn't, to allow for a sigh, a draw on a cigarette. The ding every time the carriage reached its limit. The whirr as the page was snatched out, then the rolling ratcheting as a new one was wound in.”
Source: The Hand That First Held Mine
“There on the sofa, as I nursed Maxie and her eyes slid closed, I said to the girls, 'I think nursing is where kisses come from.' I had been thinking about it. Nursing had to be the place where nurturing and sweet milk and soft skin and mouths and warmth all came together and started to mean something about love. I had always assumed kissing was a learned thing, like waving bye-bye or speaking a language. But since Maxie, I'd decided that it was innate, the adult version of something we know to do from the moment we're born. All of it tied together in the cycle of life.”
“There once lived, in a sequestered part of the county of Devonshire, one Mr. Godfrey Nickleby: a worthy gentleman, who, taking it in his head rather late in life that he must get married, and not being young enough or rich enough to aspire to the hand of a lady of fortune, had wedded an old flame out of mere attachment, who in her turn had taken him for the same reason. Thus two people who cannot afford to play cards for money, sometimes sit down to a quiet game for love.”
Source: Nicholas Nickleby
“There once was a beautiful young woman from the city.
She told everyone that she did not believe in gravity.
She jumped off a cliff, and her body went stiff;
Because she still couldn’t fly, what a pity.”
Source: The Shadow Angel: Night of the Meta-Men
“There once was a blind knave,
Who stumbled into a bear cave.
He could not see the bear,
But that did not mean it wasn’t there,
Or that it couldn’t send him to his grave.”
Source: The South Bend Dart Frog Murders
“There once was a boy named Andrei who shivered on a roof, and sometime there later, there would shiver others—many others— never meeting and never needing to.”
Source: A Happy Ghost
“There once was a brainy baboon,
Who always breathed down a bassoon,
For he said, It appears
That in billions of years
I shall certainly hit on a tune.”
“There once was a child, and he strolled about a good deal, and thought of a number of things. He had a sister, who was a child too, and his constant companion. These two used to wonder all day long. They wondered at the beauty of the flowers; they wondered at the height and blueness of the sky; they wondered at the depth of the bright water; they wondered at the goodness and the power of God who made the lovely world.”
Source: Old Curiosity Shop
“There once was a demographic survey done to determine if money was connected to happiness and Ireland was the only place where this did not turn out to be true.”
“There once was a dog named Bonnie who had lived in a library since she was a puppy.”
Source: Debbie Wants No Words
“There once was a girl of the Moth Folk, dark-winged, strong, and fearless. Her eyes were like the starlit sky; her footfall soft as shadow. And although she was lovely, love had no place in her heart, for hers was the tribe of the Moth King, who had waged a war on love, for ever and ever.
But love, like all forbidden things, was fascinating to her. Every night of the clear full moon, she would go to the Moonlight Market and watch the traders sell their wares: printed books of every kind; pomegranates of the south; wines from the islands; gems from the north; flowers that bloomed only once in their lives. But she only had eyes for the sellers of charms and glamours. Here, there were spells for a broken heart, or to spin dead leaves into gold, or to rekindle a memory, or to summon the western wind. Most of all, there were love spells: tiny bottles of colored glass with stoppers worked in silver filled with potions made from the heart of a rose, or the tail fin of a mermaid. Here were glamours to melt a lover's heart: candles of every color; tokens of remembrance; silk-bound books of poetry.
But among all the love-knots and bonbons and pressed flowers and handkerchiefs, the Moth girl never truly saw the nature of her enemy, for it seemed to her that Love was weak, and simpering, and faithless. She told herself she was too strong to fall for its blandishments. Until one day, at the Market, she saw a boy with a glamorie-glass in his hand, standing by a display of books, and stories, and legends, and memories.”
Source: The Moonlight Market
“There once was a girl who found herself dead. She peered over the ledge of heaven and saw that back on earth her sister missed her too much, was way too sad, so she crossed some paths that would not have crossed, took some moments in her hand shook them up and spilled them like dice over the living world. It worked. The boy with the guitar collided with her sister. "There you go, Len," she whispered. "The rest is up to you.”
Source: The Sky Is Everywhere
“There once was a kindly farmer who found a viper freezing on the ground in the snow. Please help me, the poor creature said, for I am too cold to live. The farmer took the viper and put it inside of his shirt, and the viper began to warm itself and come alive again. But upon coming alive, it bit the farmer most wretchedly, and as the farmer died, he asked the viper, but why? Why when I was so trusting of you?
Because I am a viper, the snake replied. And one cannot expect kindness from evil.”
Source: Viper and the Farmer
“There once was a man called Rousseau who wrote a book containing nothing but ideas. The second edition was bound in the skins of those who laughed at the first.”
Source: 10 Books that Screwed Up the World: And 5 Others That Didn't Help
“There once was a man name Barack,
Whose re-election came as a shock.
He raised the taxes I pay,
And then turned marriage gay.
And now he's coming after your glock.”
“There once was a miller with a daughter as lovely as a grape. He told the king that she could spin gold out of common straw. The king summoned the girl and locked her in a room full of straw and told her to spin it into gold or she would die like a criminal. Poor grape with no one to pick. Luscious and round and sleek. Poor thing. To die and never see Brooklyn. (Rumpelstiltskin)”
Source: Transformations
“There once was a strong man on the mountain, not easily read as intended; such he said once, to be read as intended, far more the daring task, most difficult of adventures, a journey with no exceptions. My story alike, cannot be fathomed truly, but the attempt most honorably, to understand, that which is most needed.”
“There once was a student named Bessor Whose knowledge grew lessor and lessor. It at last grew so small He knew nothing at all, And today he's a college professor!”
“There once was a time when all people believed in God and the church ruled. This time was called the Dark Ages.”