T Quotes
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“They really can't imagine what my voice is like. Every time I sing a song, they are very surprised.”
“They really can’t afford to be contrarians. A major investment house can’t afford to do research for five customers who won’t generate a lot of commissions.”
“They really cut to the chase in the urologist's examination room, and I tried to laugh. If this office were a movie, it would have been rated R.”
Source: Sleepwalk with Me: and Other Painfully True Stories
“They really 'did,' you know," he said softly, suddenly.
"Did?" She was puzzled.
"The roses. Remind me of you. They're precisely the sort of flowers you ought to have."
Those spectacular, throbbing, lush blooms that now stood guard over her bed.
With petals unconscionably soft.”
Source: What I Did for a Duke
“They really do feel under attack, rank-and-file officers and much of American police leadership, that they feel they're under attack from the federal government at the highest levels. So that's something we need to understand also, this sense of perception that becomes a reality.”
“They really do occupy a scrumptious little dark corner of my heart!”
“They really don't know where the future lies. If developers decide to build a high-rise where the McCormick building is, they'd have nowhere to go.”
“They really hate you, yes they do. They hate everyone, how 'bout you?”
“They really just taught me at an early age the values of hard work. Both my parents are two of the hardest working people that I know, so that was a big foundation for me and something I really cherish and it really helped me to grow up in that kind of household.”
“They really make sex into such a horrible thing and how terrible anything related to sex is, but isn't that why we're all here? We wouldn't be here at all if two people in our past hadn't been horny for each other, that's how it works. So we can't continue unless people keep being horny for each other, that's just the way it is.”
“They really stay just characters to me. I look at them, and I don't see always the same person up there. And hopefully, people will see that too. Because it's very easy to bore people, and that's a killer. So hopefully that won't happen.”
“They really wanted to remain always in their own house and their own garden. There are such people.”
Source: The Sea, The Sea
“They reciprocated the great and saving lie--that our love for things is greater than our lover for our love for things--willfully playing the parts they wrote for themselves, willfully creating and believing fictions necessary for life.”
“They recite their sacred books, although the fact informs me that these are a fiction from first to last. O Reason, thou (alone) speakest the truth. Then perish the fools who forged the (religious) traditions or interpreted them!”
“They recognize me. Of course they recognize me. My face is uncovered and I'm standing here outside of District 12 pointing an arrow at them. Who else would I be?”
Source: Catching Fire (The Second Book of the Hunger Games)
“They recycle. Cooking oil comes in plastic Coke bottles, vinegar in ketchup containers. The correct ingredients in incorrect vessels. Like Louis and me”
Source: Dwellers
“They refuse to credit my tale; they impute my act to the influence of daemons; they account me an example of the doom me to death and infamy. Have I power to escape this evil? If I have, be sure I will exert it. I will not accept evil at their hand, when I am entitled to good; I will suffer only when I cannot elude suffering.”
Source: Wieland and Memoirs of Carwin the Biloquist
“They refused to live in these moments right now. And they got busy in turning everything they come across, into a memory, which they could visit in the future.”
Source: The Abandoned Paradise: Unraveling the beauty of untouched thoughts and dreams
“They (religions) dread the advance of science as witches do the approach of daylight and scowl on the fatal harbinger announcing the subversions of the duperies on which they live.”
“They remain dead, the people I try to resuscitate by straining to hear what they say. But the illusion is not pointless, or not quite, even if the reader knows all this better than I do. One thing a book tries to do, beneath the disguise of words and causes and clothes and grief, is show the skeleton and the skeleton dust to come. The author too, like those of whom he speaks, is dead.”
Source: Prisoner of Love
“They remained imprisoned in the CICU, kept alive in physicality by mechanical devices and medicinal support, inexorably suffering. I revered their resiliency, though I struggled to understand whether they were truly resilient or if this was a descriptive term I used to assure myself that what we were doing was just. Could they merely represent physical beings at this point, molecular derivatives of carbon and water, void of souls that had moved on months prior once the universe had delivered their inevitable fate, simply kept alive by us physicians, who ourselves clutched desperately to the most favored of our prehistoric binary measures of success: life?”
Source: Burned Out
“They remained silent, while the bronze tolling passed over their heads so powerfully that they seemed to hear it in the very roots of their hair like a quiver of their flesh.”
Source: The Flame
“They remember me as this shy girl sitting under the table. But they obviously didn't know what was going on in my head.”
“They remember only your mistakes because they have a problem with what you are good at.”
“They remember to do it all the time.”
“They remember when their parents went out there, had picnics on the Beck's Mill grounds. It was the nostalgia of it.”
“They remind me that no one saved me and no one will ever have to save me again.
I will save myself.”
Source: Please Love Me
“They remind us not just that this world can wound us, but that wounds can heal. They remind us to hope (p. 10)”
Source: Van Gogh Has a Broken Heart: What Art Teaches Us About the Wonder and Struggle of Being Alive
“They reminded me, however, of soldiers in the Crusades, the Wars of the Roses or the Norman Conquest. Thick, but willing to fight anyone if told to”
Source: Calico Jack in your Garden
“they reminded me of the biggest liar I ever knew personally. Was a farmer, too. Reputation of pretty good farmer at that, but he lied so he had to hire another man to call his pigs.”
Source: Rainbow on the Road
“They reminisced about the war. Cecile told of farmers she knew, neighbors who kept to themselves and sold produce to the Germans, even as they sheltered a family of seven Jews in a root cellar below their barn. At war's end, the family was accused of being collaborators but the testimony of the Jews made them heroes instead. The family said they had lived in the cellar for two-and-a-half years and had never missed a meal. They were fed richly, given wine, eggs and fresh vegetables. They also claimed to have heard the farmer's voice only three times in all those years. When the village mayor sought to decorate him, the farmer refused to be either honored or thanked. He did not change his silent ways and quietly returned to growing artichokes and spinach.”
Source: L'Amerique: A Novel
“They remotely stimulate the private parts to make you look pervert. They talk in the head to make you seem mentally ill. They register thoughts as your own but they are from a program you watch on tv.”
Source: Reality Is Just A Possible Fantasy
“They represent tomorrow's cigarette business. . . As this 14-24 age group matures, they will account for a key share of the total cigarette volume -- for at least the next 25 years.”
“They resented the patronage they depended upon.”
“They respect her enough to whisper these things behind her back. But me? They don’t care if I overhear.”
Source: The Undateable Rinn Davidson
“They respected hi the way cruel and powerful people have been respected since the dawn of time -- with abundant fear, and not a speck of love.”
Source: 10 Minutes 38 Seconds in This Strange World
“They responded to sadness only when it expressed itself as sadness, she thought. Sadness expressed as anger or hostility just turned people off.”
Source: Idiopathy
“They resumed walking. Alex felt an ache in his eyes and throat. "I don't know what happened to me," he said, shaking his head. "I honestly don't." Bennie glanced at him, a middle-aged man with chaotic silver hair and thoughtful eyes. "You grew up, Alex," he said, "just like the rest of us.”
Source: A Visit From the Goon Squad
“They retained only the faintest recollection of what they had lost and had no desire to believe that they had once been innocent and happy. They derided the mere possibility of this former felicity of theirs and termed it a day-dream. They could not even picture it to themselves in images and forms, but strange and wondrous to relate, having lost any credence in their former happiness, calling it a fairy tale, they so longed to be innocent and happy once more, all over again that, childlike, they fell down before this, their heart's desire, deified it, built temples, and began to worship their own idea, their own 'desire', and tearfully bowed before it in adoration, while at the same time utterly discounting its feasibility or the possibility of its realization. However, had it ever become possible for them to return to the state of happy innocence they had lost, and if someone could have shown it to them again and asked if they wanted to return to it, they would certainly have refused.”
Source: The Dream of a Ridiculous Man
“They returned our actions and words to us like echoes in a mountain.”
Source: Journey of Soul - Karma
“They returned to the gallery and circled its rim, then went down a short hall. Scrap's tail twitched angrily when they reached Tristan's door: it was shut. Daine grabbed the knob. It stung her hand, making her yelp. "Kit? This ones magicked. Can you do anything?"
Kitten stood on her hind feet and peered into the lock, then whistled two cheerful notes. Nothing happened. She scowled and whistled again, less cheerfully, more as a demand. Nothing happened.
Daine was trying to decide what to do now when the dragon moved back and croaked. The lock popped from the wood to land at Daine's feet, smoking, and the door swung open. Kitten muttered darkly and kicked the lock mechanism aside as she went in. Daine followed, trying not to laugh.”
Source: Wolf-Speaker
“They rise in the morning, and they sleep in the dark. And even though nobody's looking, she's falling apart.”
“They roared into the Lincoln Tunnel. A wild, inexplicable excitement mounted in Therese as she stared through the windshield. She wished the tunnel might cave in and kill them both, that their bodies might be dragged out together. She felt Carol glancing at her from time to time.”
Source: The Price of Salt
“They rode in a cab to the rendezvous spot. It was a warehouse, which didn't surprise Shaw.
"It's usually a damn warehouse," he said to Reggie.”
Source: Deliver Us From Evil
“They rode like men invested with a purpose whose origins were antecedent to them, like blood legatees of an order both imperative and remote. For although each man among them was discrete unto himself, conjoined they made a thing that had not been before and in that communal soul were wastes hardly reckonable more than those whited regions on old maps where monsters do live and where there is nothing other of the known world save conjectural winds.”
Source: Blood Meridian: Picador Classic
“They rode on and the sun in the east flushed pale streaks of light and then a deeper run of color like blood seeping up in sudden reaches flaring planewise and where the earth drained up into the sky at the edge of creation the top of the sun rose out of nothing like the head of a great red phallus until it cleared the unseen rim and sat squat and pulsing and malevolent behind them.”
Source: Blood Meridian: Picador Classic
“They rode out together from the shadows of the trees, leaving the Bala Hissar and the glowing torch of the burning Residency behind them, and spurred away across the flat lands towards the mountains... And it may even be that they found their Kingdom.”
“They rode through the quiet streets. The rain had stopped and an early morning mist fell around them under the streetlights. Victor remembered that his ancestors had believed this was a magical time when the gods walked the earth, Götterdämmerung, a time when men slept and divine creatures laid plans that ensnared or released them. He was not such a creature, no; he had to walk step by step on the hard earth beneath his feet and watch tragedies unfold, without shaping them. It was a disappointment to him.”
Source: Vector a Modern Love Story
“They rode up a trail until the trees parted and they got their first good view of Lone Peak across the valley and river. This late morning it was breathtaking. The stark peak gleamed against the deep blue of the big sky. No wonder this area had been named Big Sky.”
Source: Cardwell Christmas Crime Scene
“They rolled over her − the words − with an unexpectedness, as though something of great importance had been said, but she could not catch their meaning. She consulted the tree, with her ear jammed to its trunk. Then a funny thing happened. A switch
clicked inside her and all the fear and terror that had stoked her hopelessness disappeared. The incipient cancerous tumor that had threatened to derail her young life lay severed, and squirmed in a death-throe like the bodiless tail of a lizard.”
Source: They Whisper in my Blood