T Quotes
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“This time it was a strawberry shortcake with homemade whipped cream. If Angela closed her eyes, she could still remember the fluffy perfection of the shortcake, the ripe flavor of the strawberries, the sweet thickness of the cream. But more than that, she remembered a summer day from her childhood that the cake made her recall. She'd been only seven years old, and on the hottest day of the summer, she and Daddy had gone down to Sweet Creek, which ran right through town, meandering behind houses and through the park, until it emptied into Dove Pond itself.
Daddy had loved creeks, and there was nothing he liked better than to roll up his pants and walk barefoot over rocks worn smooth by cool, shimmering water. She'd learned to love that same experience herself. That summer day, the heat of the late afternoon had dissipated as the coolness of the water washed over their feet. They'd held hands as they walked, and had laughed and talked as they splashed and scared off more fish than she could count.
Oh, how she relished that memory. And Ella's cake had made it so immediate, so real, that when Angela had finished swallowing the final bite, she'd had to wipe away happy tears. That had been one of the best days of her life.
But then that was the beauty of an Ella Dove cake. It wasn't just the flawlessness of the bake, or the richness of the flavors, although they were something to behold themselves. It was the unexpected memories of those perfect combinations of flavor and texture stirred. The glimpses of special, exquisite moments from one's past were astoundingly real and, oh, so precious.”
Source: The Secret Recipe of Ella Dove
“This time it was Dain’s turn to give Mo a mischievous look, and he added a wink through his hair for good measure. “I think you’d find her a formidable match.”
Mo’s deep baritone filled with further mirth. “Are ye trying to set me up, lad?”
Dain crossed his arms over his chest. “Me? Play matchmaker? I know nothing of courtship, sir.”
Mo clapped Dain on the back, following his gaze. “Never a truer word was spoken.”
Dain tried to look insulted, but he couldn’t commit. Mo’s statement was truer than true—he had no experience with women.”
Source: The Maiden Ship
“This time it was the sentence opening the last part of a story I had worked on for months: a sentence as is often worked off paper first. The pace of narrative and interest in character do not readily help the writer's hand to set down a sentence of that order. For though characters must take things in their own stride – somewhere in his story the writer cannot hold back this sentence that judges them. He wants it unobtrusive to his pace and the characters that caused him to write. The difficulty is to judge without seeming to be there, with a finality in the words that will make them casual and part of the story itself, except perhaps to another age.”
Source: Collected fiction
“This time, it wasn’t a lie. It was a gift.”
Source: Mortal Tether
“This time it will be a long one.”
“This time last year I would have said Federer would beat Sampras's record. Now I'm not so sure. His aura has gone. He's not as dominant as he was, and since I beat him in Australia he's looked frustrated. Players are beginning to challenge him now, especially myself and Rafa. He's got 12 Grand Slams to his name and maybe he will beat Sampras, but now I'm here it will be tough for him.”
“This time, like all times, is a very good time - if we but know what to do with it”
“This time Magnus answered it, his voice booming through the tiny entryway. "WHO DARES DISTURB MY REST?" Jace looked almost nervous. "Jace Wayland. Remember? I'm from the Clave." "Oh, yes." Magnus seemed to have perked up. "Are you the one with the blue eyes?" "He means Alec," Clary said helpfully. "No. My eyes are usually described as golden," Jace told the intercom. "And luminous." "Oh, you're that one." Magnus sounded disappointed. If Clary hadn't been so upset, she would have laughed. "I suppose you'd better come up.”
Source: Cassandra Clare: The Mortal Instruments Series (5 books): City of Bones; City of Ashes; City of Glass; City of Fallen Angels, City of Lost Souls
“This time Ms. Whitlock does look my way and she grants me the type of glare reserved for people who kick puppies.”
Source: Long Way Home
“This time, no matter where you want to go, this master will accompany you.”
Source: 人渣反派自救系統 下
“This time of contrast shall separate the wheat from the chaff. The wise will strive to manifest a brave new world, while the foolish and unkind will suffer for their lack of common sense. And when the storm finally subsides, many will wake up on the wrong side of history.”
“This time of year," she said, "people’s consciences gnaw at them. They give away truckloads of canned goods and quote Dickens and wring their hands over the ‘less fortunate.’" We boarded the Metro and took seats perpendicular to each other. "But God forbid anyone should address why they’re poor in the first place, or try to change the structures that keep them poor. Then the ‘less fortunate’ turn into ‘welfare queens’ and ‘derelicts.’ But if I were a lobbyist whoring on behalf of some transnational corporation, I’d never hear the word ‘derelict.’"
"So when it comes to taking care of poor people," I said, "if Mother Teresa is the Hallmark card, then you’re the electric bill.”
Source: Requiem for the Devil
“This time of year, the purple blooms were busy with life- not just the bees, but butterflies and ladybugs, skippers and emerald-toned beetles, flitting hummingbirds and sapphire dragonflies. The sun-warmed sweet haze of the blossoms filled the air.
"When I was a kid," said Isabel, "I used to capture butterflies, but I was afraid of the bees. I'm getting over that, though." The bees softly rose and hovered over the flowers, their steady hum oddly soothing. The quiet buzzing was the soundtrack of her girlhood summers. Even now, she could close her eyes and remember her walks with Bubbie, and how they would net a monarch or swallowtail butterfly, studying the creature in a big clear jar before setting it free again. They always set them free.
As she watched the activity in the hedge, a memory floated up from the past- Bubbie, gently explaining to Isabel why they needed to open the jar. "No creature should ever be trapped against its will," she used to say. "It will ruin itself, just trying to escape." As a survivor of a concentration camp, Bubbie only ever spoke of the experience in the most oblique of terms.”
Source: The Beekeeper's Ball
“This time of year, I live and breathe the beach. My cheeks feel raw with the wind throwing sand against them. My thighs sting from the friction of the saddle. My arms ache from holding up two thousand pounds of horse. I have forgotten what it is like to be warm and what a full night’s sleep feels like and what my name sounds like spoken instead of shouted across yards of sand. I am so, so alive.”
Source: The Scorpio Races (Sneak Peek)
“This time, she silenced me not by speaking, but by pressing her lips against my mouth.”
Source: एकादेशमा [Ekadeshma]
“This time she will be coming with her own Elohim. These powerful ones will set the record straight about our origins and history, including religion. They will set the record straight about the Heresy of Monotheism—that the One Original Source of All Creation does not equate to one male god who demands obedience and worship at the threat of torture and death.
We hasten her return by nurturing the mother tree of life still alive within each one of us. We ground our roots and fortify our trunks and spread our branches to the sky—connecting our place here on earth with her place in heaven. We stop giving our fruit to those who demand our blind faith and devotion whether they be family, friends, co-workers, bosses, businesses, religious institutions or political parties. We connect our roots with others who are of like mind and spirit and from where we give and receive nourishment.
And we each celebrate her return in our own ways. We gather our wood. We kindle our fires. We pour our libations. We do our weaving. We knead our dough. We bake our cakes and mark them with her image. We make offerings to her on high places and under every green tree.
She calls not for our worship, but for the embodiment of our divinity.
-Excerpt from “Roots Too Deep for the Redactors,” featured in, Asherah: Roots of the Mother Tree.”
“This time she will not be foolish by closing her ears to the harkening of its warning. This time she shall listen.”
Source: She Wore The Name
“This time, she would close her eyes. She would inhale deeply. She would do what she had done before but this time she would not let herself fail, because she was no longer frightened. She was no longer aching. She was no longer desperate for the crutch of someone else’s faith.”
Source: The Atlas Paradox
“This time Skye’s smile for her was as if they’d known each other for years.”
Source: The Expendable Man
“This time, the disaster was somewhere else.
The disaster was always somewhere else, until it wasn’t.”
“This time the fluttery feeling in my stomach was more intense. It made the inside of my thighs tingle and my breathing deepen.”
Source: House of Night Series
“This time the Goblin King took note. He raised his head and we locked gazes over my sister's stupefied form. His pale hair surrounded his thin face like a halo, like a thistle cloud, like a wolf's shaggy mane, silver and gold and colorless all at once. I could not tell what color his eyes were from where I stood, but they were likewise pale, and icy. The Goblin King tilted his head in a duelist's nod and gave me a small smile, the tips of his teeth sharp and pointed. I clenched my fists. I knew that smile. I recognized it, and understood it as a challenge.
Come rescue her, my dear, the smile said. Come and rescue her... if you can.”
Source: Wintersong
“This time, the rapids sent them through a dark tunnel that seemed timeless, blind, malevolent. A yawning throat of water.”
Source: The Porcupine Year
“This time the senators met in the temple of the goddess Concord, or Harmony, a sure sign that affairs of state were anything but harmonious.”
Source: SPQR: A History of Ancient Rome
“This time their kiss would last for generations.”
Source: Thalia and Earth
“This time, there are no tears. This time, there is only emptiness and I feel it set in the straight line of my mouth. I am not strong enough for this. I want an earthquake, a hurricane, anything - even a devil, the one with the cloven hoof - Mrs. Leed's unfortunate 13th child - to rush out and stomp on me, break me into little pieces and hurl me to the stars, let me go back with those people I love. Please.”
Source: Cranberry Queen
“This time, there’s no question of freeing yourself from artifice to taste simple joys. Instead there is the promise of meeting a freedom head-on as an outer limit of the self and of the human, an internal overflowing of a rebellious Nature that goes beyond you. Walking can provoke these excesses: surfeits of fatigue that make the mind wander, abundances of beauty that turn the soul over, excesses of drunkenness on the peaks, the high passes (where the body explodes). Walking ends by awakening this rebellious, archaic part of us: our appetites become rough and uncompromising, our impulses inspired. Because walking puts us on the vertical axis of life: swept along by the torrent that rushes just beneath us. What I mean is that by walking you are not going to meet yourself. By walking, you escape from the very idea of identity, the temptation to be someone, to have a name and a history. Being someone is all very well for smart parties where everyone is telling their story, it’s all very well for psychologists’ consulting rooms. But isn’t being someone also a social obligation which trails in its wake – for one has to be faithful to the self-portrait – a stupid and burdensome fiction? The freedom in walking lies in not being anyone; for the walking body has no history, it is just an eddy in the stream of immemorial life.”
Source: A Philosophy of Walking
“This time, there's nothing gentle about our kiss. It's all passion and wet kisses and curious hands.”
Source: Burgundy Winters: in Europe
“This time, there was no escape, I could not turn away, could not leave without accepting what I had done. There was only one way to the other side, and that was through the pain.”
Source: The Language of Flowers
“This time, there were things I'd be giving up forever. My visa to the Land of the Popular, for one thing, and probably even my return ticket to the Borderlands of Respectability.”
Source: Geography Club
“This time they picked up their hand luggage and moved away from their son, following Lieges towards the air-van. But instead of changing his stance, Alain Pen just dug in hull-down. “They won’t go without me,” he told Morley confidently. “So what are you really up to, eh? I know we’re not going to Bull Crater on holiday.”
“You’ve got a vivid imagination, kid.”
“Stop calling me kid,” Alain objected. “I know something’s going on and I’ve reported it to my section leader.”
Source: Samantha's Revenge
“This time they're making sure they can hold what they take: conquest is always easier than subjugation.”
Source: Conservation of Shadows
“This time, though, he was waiting for a reason. The process itself might be mind-crushingly boring, but if he stuck it out, the end result would hopefully be worth it.”
Source: Three Amazing Things About You
“This time though, I didn't listen to that. There was a new soundtrack in town that told me, "Everything's always working out for me? I didn't know how that was going to become true, but I decided to believe it was. I wouldn't end up waiting for very long.”
Source: Soundtracks: The Surprising Solution to Overthinking
“This time tomorrow, where will we be?”
Source: This Time Tomorrow
“This time we'll be fighting for the nation. The company commander says that it's better to be the ghost of a fallen soldier than a nationless slave. For the sake of our fellow countrymen, our families and our children, we have to resist to the very end... ("Vague Expectations")”
Source: Selected Stories of Xiao Hong
“This time we'll hate, alright - but we'll hate the enemy - the vicious gang of colored scum attackers and Jewish-Communist traitors - rather than one part of our own people hating another part for the benefit of the Jews and their army of scum!”
“This time, whatever you’re gonna do, make sure it’s for keeps. You might be able to threaten those guys into leaving us alone, but you won’t bully me. If you hurt her, I’ll hurt you.”
Source: Count on Me
“This time when he met her eyes, she saw need, raw and bare. “Yeah, I want it. But I want you more.”
Source: Stirring Up Love
“This time, when I look into his eyes, I see a gleam of mischief. And that's f**king exciting.”
Source: Double Agent
“This time when we kiss, I feel it in the pit of my stomach, I feel it in my heart. And I realize love isn't about sex. It's about connection.”
Source: Impulse
“This time you've dug yourself an anchor too heavy to move ahead with.”
“This time, for the first time, I saw the possibilities in giving up. I even found hope in it.”
Source: Thirteen Reasons Why
“This time, I whispered that I loved him too. Then, I silently listed all the reason: I loved him for his gentleness. I loved him for being an amazing catch yet still vulnerable enough to be insecure. But most of all, I loved him for loving me.”
Source: Something Blue: A Novel
“This time, instead of moving oceans and healing planets, let's get our bills in order and pay down the debt so we control our own future.”
“This time, it was more of a thought than a feeling, a soft heat that began at her mouth and unfurled through the rest of her.”
Source: The Dream Thieves (The Raven Cycle, Book 2)
“This time, like all times, is a very good one, if we but know what to do with it.”
“This time, there have been a lot of interesting discussions about the subject matter, and I've had a good time talking about it. And in some of the cases, I'm not just signing books - I'm showing slides and talking about the work”
“This time, there were no drugs involved. The hours were completely normal daytime hours. I think we were able to appreciate the interplay, where before we had taken it for granted.”
“This time, we stay in our bodies and remember. An important part of the book [The Pleiadian Promise] is about forming new communities on this Earth plane within our human selves - and new communities within the universe.”