T Quotes
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“The bridge is said to bestow good luck on lovers who share a kiss right where we are standing.
Ethan Sterling - Private Emotions”
Source: The Private Emotions Trilogy Romance Novels
“The bridge makes life easier; but the cliff makes you stronger!”
“The bridge of grace will bear your weight, brother. Thousands of big sinners have gone across that bridge, yea, tens of thousands have gone over it. Some have been the chief of sinners and some have come at the very last of their days but the arch has never yielded beneath their weight. I will go with them trusting to the same support. It will bear me over as it has for them.”
“The bridge of stars?" Janeway asked.
"Uh-huh," Glenn said, nodding. "I can't remember the whole story. Two galaxies were one but over time, the natural expansion of the universe separated them. Still, they couldn't bear to be torn apart, so each of them sacrificed a few of their stars to leave a bridge between them so that no matter how far apart they drifted, they could never truly be separated."
"That's beautiful," Chakotay said, glancing toward Janeway with a gentle smile.”
Source: Architects of Infinity
“The bridge out of shame is outrage. Suddenly the obvious becomes stunningly clear—we have been carrying shame for the crime of the offender…In a clear flash we may see ourselves standing in a fierce stance, grounded by our knowledge, ready to throw off any wrongdoer. Our outrage can be a fueling energy, capable of making us as steely as we need to be.”
Source: Beyond Survival: A Writing Journey for Healing Childhood Sexual Abuse
“The bridge reminded her that there was still someone in the world that she loved.
That even if half of her heart was gone forever, the other half was still here. Unreachable, maybe, but here.”
Source: Ghosts of the Shadow Market
“The bridge was built over the Rió Grande, and sometimes we crossed it by foot and other times we went in the car. The bridge was a magical place, with people walking or driving back and forth. If you drove over the bridge, you were greeted by street vendors, windshield washers, performers, and all sorts of interesting people and cars.
We crossed the bridge to visit family and loved ones, to work, to play, and to shop. The bridge connected us to our dreams and to the possibilities they contained. The bridge was our link to our past and to the future it has helped create, and each time I crossed it, I celebrated the long journey of my ancestors.”
Source: ¡Vamos! Let's Cross the Bridge
“The bridge will only take you halfway there, to those mysterious lands you long to see. Through gypsy camps and swirling Arab fair, and moonlit woods where unicorns run free. So come and walk awhile with me and share the twisting trails and wondrous worlds I've known. But this bridge will only take you halfway there. The last few steps you have to take alone.”
“The bridgeman knelt on the stone, head bowed, shoulders slumped. Storms … Adolin had been forced to carry him away from the battle, numb and broken. Looked like that emotion had caught up to him again.
Kaladin’s spren—Adolin could only guess that was the identity of the pretty girl in blue—stood beside him, one hand resting protectively on his back. “Kaladin’s not well,” she said.
“I have to be well,” Kaladin said, his voice hoarse as he climbed back to his feet. His long hair fell across his face, obscuring his eyes. Storms. Even surrounded by monsters, the bridgeman could look intimidating.”
Source: Oathbringer
“The bridges that you cross before you come to them are over rivers that aren't there.”
“The brief flashbacks are sun-kissed, summery and optimistic. It's the only place in the movie you will see red, yellow, orange, or any vibrant colors.”
“The brief legal emancipation of Jews during the Napoleonic wars released unparalleled economic, professional, and cultural energies. It was though a high dam had suddenly been breached.”
Source: The Pity of it All: A Portrait of German Jews, 1743-1933
“The brief relief of seeing other people when I leave my room turns into a desperate need to be alone, and then being alone turns into a terrible fear that I will have no friends, I will be alone in this world and in my life. I will eventually be so crazy from this black wave, which seems to be taking over my head with increasing frequency, that one day I will just kill myself, not for any great, thoughtful existential reasons, but because I need immediate relief.”
Source: Prozac Nation: Young and Depressed in America
“The brief span of our poor unhappy life to its final hour Is hastening on; and while we drink and call for gay wreaths, Perfumes, and young girls, old age creeps upon us, unperceived.”
“The Brigadier had no wish to shake hands with the improbable young man in the ridiculous frock-coat.”
“The Brigadier spoke of trip-wires, detonators, anti-personnel mines. He described in detail an explosive goat which he had once contrived and driven into a Bedouin encampment. Seldom had he been more exuberant.”
Source: Men at Arms
“The Brigands charged in with their weapons drawn.
"Who are you?" Young Bertie asked.
"We're the bad guys!" their leader announced.
"What are you going to do?"
"Plunder and pillage!" one of them yelled.
The others immediately shoved him. "Not in front of the kid, Ralph! Fer cryin' out loud..."
"Oh, yeah. Sorry! We're here to take your candy!”
Source: Eyes Like Stars
“The Brigham Young University (BYU) campus was just a few blocks from my home and tuition was minimal.”
“The bright beginning made each day cab become the early dawn of the day of achievement.”
Source: Inward Journey
“The bright beginning made each day can become the early dawn of the day of achievement.”
Source: Inward Journey
“The bright bite in Mary Lee Kortes' voice [has] the high-mountain sunshine of Dolly Parton, with a sweet-iron undercoat of Chrissie Hynde.”
“The bright dawn flooded the room, and swept the fantastic shadows into dusky corners, where they lay shuddering.”
Source: The Complete Works of Oscar Wilde: The picture of Dorian Gray : the 1890 and 1891 texts
“The bright days of my youthThey were full of hopeThe great journey that was before me thenWas what was destined to be, bye bye.Now I'm sorrowful,The day is long past.Alas and woe, oh.”
“The bright flower was like a face. Somehow, the beauty and life of it were surprising in the plain room, like a gay little child who might suddenly appear in a doorway.”
Source: The Only Rose
“The bright incarnate spirit of the Morn.”
Source: Madonna's child [a poem].
“The bright lavender dresses she wore were simply an outward display of Lady Jayne’s personality, an expression of the color and joy that overflowed from her soul.”
“The bright light of brilliance keeps the darkness away, but it can be so very exhausting.”
Source: Fine Things: Fennel's Journal No. 8
“The Bright Lights of Sarajevo
After the hours that Sarajevans pass
queuing with empty canisters of gas
to get the refills they wheel home in prams
or queuing for the precious meagre grams
of bread they’re rationed to each day,
and often dodging snipers on the way,
or struggling up sometimes eleven flights
of stairs with water, then you’d think the nights
of Sarajevo would be totally devoid
of people walking streets Serb shells destroyed,
but tonight in Sarajevo that’s just not the case –
The young go walking at stroller’s pace
black shapes impossible to mark
as Muslim, Serb or Croat in such dark
in unlit streets you can’t distinguish who
calls bread hjleb or hleb or calls it kruh.
All take the evening air with stroller’s stride
no torches guide them, but they don’t collide
except as one of the flirtatious ploys
when a girl’s dark shape is fancied by a boy’s.
Then the tender radar of the tone of voice
shows by its signals she approves his choice.
Then match or lighter to a cigarette
to check in her eyes if he’s made progress yet.
And I see a pair who’ve certainly progressed
beyond the tone of voice and match-flare test
and he’s about, I think, to take her hand
and lead her away from where they stand
on two shell scars, where, in 1992
Serb mortars massacred the breadshop queue
and blood-dunked crusts of shredded bread
lay on this pavement with the broken dead.
And at their feet in holes made by the mortar
that caused the massacre, now full of water
from the rain that’s poured down half the day,
though now even the smallest clouds have cleared away
leaving the Sarajevo star-filled evening sky
ideally bright and clear for bomber’s eye
in those two rain-full shell-holes the boy sees
fragments of the splintered Pleiades,
sprinkled on those death-deep, death-dark wells
splashed on the pavement by Serb mortar shells.
The dark boy-shape leads dark girl-shape away
to share one coffee in a candlelit café
until the curfew, and he holds her hand
behind AID flour-sacks refilled with sand.”
“The Bright Lights of Sarajevo
After the hours that Sarajevans pass
queuing with empty canisters of gas
to get the refills they wheel home in prams,
or queuing for the precious meagre grams
of bread they’re rationed to each day,
and often dodging snipers on the way,
or struggling up sometimes eleven flights
of stairs with water, then you’d think the nights of Sarajevo would be totally devoid
of people walking streets Serb shells destroyed,
but tonight in Sarajevo that’s just not the case
The young go walking at stroller’s pace,
black shapes impossible to mark
as Muslim, Serb or Croat in such dark,
in unlit streets you can’t distinguish who
calls bread hjleb or hleb or calls it kruh.
All take the evening air with stroller’s stride
no torches guide them, but they don’t collide except as one of the flirtatious ploys
when a girl’s dark shape is fancied by a boy’s.
Then the tender radar of the tone of voice shows by its signals she approves his choice.
Then match or lighter to a cigarette
to check in her eyes if he’s made progress yet.
And I see a pair who’ve certainly progressed beyond the tone of voice and match-flare test and he’s about, I think, to take her hand
and lead her away from where they stand
on two shell scars, where, in ‘92
Serb mortars massacred the breadshop queue
and blood-dunked crusts of shredded bread
lay on this pavement with the broken dead.
And at their feet in holes made by the mortar
that caused the massacre, now full of water
from the rain that’s poured down half the day,
though now even the smallest clouds have cleared away
leaving the Sarajevo star-filled evening sky
ideally bright and clear for bomber’s eye
in those two rain-full shell-holes the boy sees fragments of the splintered Pleiades,
sprinkled on those death-deep, death-dark wells splashed on the pavement by Serb mortar shells.
The dark boy-shape leads dark girl-shape away to share one coffee in a candlelit café
until the curfew, and he holds her hand
behind AID flour-sacks refilled with sand”
“THE BRIGHT ONES
Even the bright ones lose their glow
Even the royal lose their throne
Even the dancer’s feet grow sore
I can see your spirit elevated
In a majestic leap toward the sky
I can understand now
Why we wish upon the stars at night
Sometimes the ones we love wait quiet
Sometimes we lose them in an instant
Sometimes we don’t understand the reason
I can see your mind reeling
Pictures scattered across the floor
It should comfort us
These memories
But right now I want to wage a war
Even the bright ones lose their glow”
Source: To Those Who Die Awake
“The bright side of life's unpredictability is that it's not over until it's over. As dark as the passages and confusing as the cul-de-sacs that you find yourself in are, progress is nevertheless being made. Something is unfolding. You are becoming.”
“The bright side of the moon could not exist without the half wrapped in shadow. A half-life is not substantial, not sustainable. You cannot cut out half your heart and live.”
Source: Painted Oxen
“The bright side of the planet moves toward darkness
And the cities are falling asleep, each in its hour,
And for me, now as then, it is too much.
There is too much world.”
Source: The Separate Notebooks
“The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space.”
Source: Delphi Complete Works of Lord Byron (Illustrated)
“The Bright Young People. The press love and hate them - they celebrate them, they vilify them, and they know full well that they would not shift nearly so many papers without them.”
“The bright, frosty day declined as they walked and spoke together. The sun dipped in the river far behind them, and the old city lay red before them, as their walk drew to a close. The moaning water cast its seaweed duskily at their feet, when they turned to leave its margin; and the rooks hovered above them with hoarse cries, darker splashes in the darkening air.”
Source: The Mystery of Edwin Drood
“The brighter stars emerge out of the blackest darkness.”
“The brighter the light, the deeper the shadow.”
Source: Nevernight
“The brighter the light, the sharper the shadows.”
Source: The Curse of Balar
“The brighter the light, the darker the shadow.”
“The brighter the sunlight, the worse it affects them," said Einstein.
"So we got to pay more attention to the weather forecast," said DogNut. "Cloudy with a chance of zombies.”
Source: The Fear
“The brighter you are, the more you have to learn.”
Source: There ought to be a law--
“The brighter your light shines, the louder the naysayers get and the more important it is to have a trusted sacred sphere of influence.”
Source: Spiritual Sugar: The Divine Ingredients to Heal Yourself With Love
“The brightest attractions to the lover too often prove the husband's greatest torments”
Source: The Tenant of Wildfell Hall
“The brightest crowns that are worn in heaven have been tried, and smelted, and polished and glorified through the furnaces of tribulation.”
“The brightest flame casts the darkest shadow.”
Source: A Game of Thrones 4-Book Bundle: A Song of Ice and Fire Series: A Game of Thrones, A Clash of Kings, A Storm of Swords, and A Feast for Crows
“The brightest flower in the garden is always the first one to be plucked out, because humans are as destructive as they are progressive. They are unable to appreciate things from afar; they want to own them, not bothered if they destroy them in the process.”
Source: As Night Falls
“The brightest light and truths will always come from within.”
“The brightest light casts the darkest shadow.”
Source: The Darker Side of Life
“The brightest light we search for is often the one already shining within us.”
Source: The Legacy of Light: Awaken The Infinite Within