T Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with T. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“The clips hurt. The presence of a chainsaw was terrifying. And Noah did not want to hear about insane Nazi poets.”
Source: BZRK
“The Clique: The only thing harder then getting in is staying in.”
“The clitoris contains 8,000 nerve endings. It makes it easy to have sex. With yourself.”
“The clitoris has over 8000 nerve endings and its still not as sensitive as people on Twitter.”
“The clitoris is knot of 8,000 nerve fibres and the only organ in the body designed purely for pleasure – more concentrated nerve endings than in the tongue, twice as many as in the penis. Proof that God is a Woman.”
Source: The Gift of Girls
“The clitoris is pure in purpose. It is the only organ in the body designed purely for pleasure.”
Source: The Vagina Monologues: The V-Day Edition
“The clitoris is the female sex organ, and the fact that we aren't told that when we were small children is devastating. We grow up with no information about the pleasure center of our body.”
“The cloak of naiveté was the uniform of our success: we didn't know it couldn't be done.”
“The cloak of the past is cut from patches of feeling ,and sewn with rebus threads.Most of the time , the best we can do is wrap it around ourselves for comfort or drag it behind us as we struggle to go on .”
Source: Shantaram: A Novel
“The cloaked figure leaned over and I turned my head just as I heard the crack of bones.”
Source: Scarred
“The clock always ticks. There are times you don't hear it, and there are times that you do.”
Source: Every Day
“The clock chimed five. It sounded almost celebratory as they stood there, hands clasped between them like the meeting of continents. Colton’s mouth was soft and warm, sunlight on silk. Danny was swallowing light. It dived down inside of him until he imagined it bursting out of every pore.”
Source: Timekeeper
“The clock had been Sylvie's, and her mother's before that. It had gone to Ursula on Sylvie's death and Ursula had left it to Teddy, and so it had zigzagged its way down the family tree...
...The clock was a good one, made by Frodsham and worth quite a bit, but Teddy knew if he gave it to Viola she would sell it or misplace it or break it and it seemed important to him that it stayed in the family. An heirloom. ('Lovely word,' Bertie said.) He liked to think that the little golden key that wound it, a key that would almost certainly be lost by Viola, would continue to be turned by the hand of someone who was part of the family, part of his blood. The red thread.”
Source: A God in Ruins
“The clock holds me nowhere. Nowhere. Nowhere. There is nothing else but now and the shifting depth of the night. I sit at a table alone smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee and listening and surviving. I should not be here or anywhere. I should not be breathing or taking space. I should not have been given this moment or anything else. I should not have this opportunity again to live. I do not deserve it or deserve anything yet it is here and I am here and I Have it all of it still. I won't have it again. This moment or this chance they are the same and they are mine if I choose them and I do. I want them. Now and as long as I can have them they are both precious and fleeting and gone in the blink of an eye don't waste them. A moment and an opportunity and a life, all in the unseen tick of a clock holding me nowhere. My heart is beating. The walls are pale and quiet. I am surviving.”
Source: A Million Little Pieces
“The clock in the church tower said 4.32, as it had done for three hundred years. It was right once a day and that was better than no clock at all.”
“The clock indicates the moment-but what does eternity indicate?”
“The clock is a conspiracy & a crime against humanity
and I would not own one
except I miss appointments without it.”
“The clock is impotent; mechanical time does not affect those living in an eternal present.”
“The clock is just as much a part of the game as the board and pieces, and losing because of time-trouble is no different to losing because of weak play -- it's still a zero on the score-sheet.”
“The clock is running, make the most of today”
Source: No One Is Better Than You
“The clock is running. Make the most of today. Time waits for no man. Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift. That's why it is called the present.”
“The clock is the most sacred thing in a hospital.”
“The clock is ticking, and it might feel like the pressure is on – but here's the good news. Once you make a conscious decision to stay in your own lane, it's like time slows down, but your progress speeds up.”
Source: Reconditioning: Change your life in one minute
“The clock is ticking and you're hearing the beat. You stop by a museum shop, sign your name on a scuba-diving sheet, and commit yourself to Saturday mornings in the deep end. You're either losing your mind - or gaining your soul. Life is meant to be an artist date. That's why we were created.”
“The clock is ticking as nature attempts to absorb the increased greenhouse gas emissions.”
“The clock is ticking. I should be leaving right now. But what I want to do is take Cicely in my arms and press her up against me hard enough to make her not care that I'm messing up her lipstick. I want to pick her up and carry her back through that doorway. We're only a few strides from the couch, only one rip away from ruining that expensive fabric, the dress she must have bought to wear for him.”
Source: Darkride
“The clock is ticking, urging us to unite and work hand in hand to safeguard our environment and secure a flourishing future.”
“The clock is ticking. It's time to stand up. Reject the lesser evil and that propaganda. Reject the lesser evil. Fight for the greater good like our lives depend on it, because they do. We're running out of time. It's time to stand up.”
“The clock is walking, i can hear his boots tik tok tik tok tikking, it's too dark i can't see but i am hearing sound of real boots too and it feels like billions of people are following him. I am so scared, i don't know why i am writing this but i am telling the truth, i am feeling like all of them are going somewhere, far far away from me.”
“The clock never stops, never stops, never waits. We're growing old. It's getting late.”
“The clock of communism has stopped striking. But its concrete building has not yet come crashing down. For that reason, instead of freeing ourselves, we must try to save ourselves from being crushed by its rubble.”
“The clock of death ticked one minute closer to the final hour.”
Source: The Midnight Ripper
“The Clock on the Morning Lenape Building
Must Clocks be circles?
Time is not a circle.
Suppose the Mother of All Minutes started
right here, on the sidewalk
in front of the Morning Lenape Building, and the parade
of minutes that followed--each of them, say, one inch long--
headed out that way, down Bridge Street.
Where would Now be? This minute?
Out past the moon?
Jupiter?
The nearest star?
Who came up with minutes, anyway?
Who needs them?
Name one good thing a minute's ever done.
They shorten fun and measure misery.
Get rid of them, I say.
Down with minutes!
And while you're at it--take hours
with you too. Don't get me started
on them.
Clocks--that's the problem.
Every clock is a nest of minutes and hours.
Clocks strap us into their shape.
Instead of heading for the nearest star, all we do
is corkscrew.
Clocks lock us into minutes, make Ferris wheel
riders of us all, lug us round and round
from number to number,
dice the time of our lives into tiny bits
until the bits are all we know
and the only question we care to ask is
"What time is it?"
As if minutes could tell.
As if Arnold could look up at this clock on
the Lenape Building and read:
15 Minutes till Found.
As if Charlie's time is not forever stuck
on Half Past Grace.
As if a swarm of stinging minutes waits for Betty Lou
to step outside.
As if love does not tell all the time the Huffelmeyers
need to know.”
Source: Love, Stargirl
“The clock passes, and the magical moments pass with the speed of lightning, and my love for you remains forever, my life.”
“The clock’s pendulum catches the firelight, and in the rattle-breathed final moments of Jacob de Zoet, amber shadows in the far corner coagulate into a woman’s form.
She slips between the bigger, taller onlookers unnoticed …
… and adjusts her headscarf, the better to hide her burn.
She places her cool palms on Jacob’s fever-glazed face.
Jacob sees himself, when he was young, in her narrow eyes.
Her lips touch the place between his eyebrows.
A well-waxed paper door slides open.”
Source: The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet
“The clock shows 3 p.m., the two hands cold and distant. They're pretending to be non-committal, but I know they're not on my side.”
Source: Kafka on the Shore
“The clock strikes off the hollow half-hours of all the life that is left to you, one by one.”
“The clock struck eleven and cat the vampire huntress was on the loose, except my battle armor was a push-up bra, curled hair, and a short dress. Yeah, it was a dirty job, but I was going to do it. Come one, come all, bloodsuckers! Bar’s open!”
“The clock struck half past two. In the little office at the back of Mr. McKechnie's bookshop, Gordon--Gordon Comstock, last member of the Comstock family, aged twenty-nine and rather moth-eaten already--lounged across the table, pushing a fourpenny packet of Player's Weights open and shut with his thumb.”
Source: The complete works of George Orwell
“The clock sweats out each minute
of what meat is left to us.”
Source: This Metal
“The clock talked loud. I threw it away, it scared me what it talked.”
Source: Tell Me a Riddle, Requa I, and Other Works
“The clock tick-tocked, solemn and profound. It might have been the dry pulse of the decaying house itself, after a while it whirred and cleared its throat and struck six times.”
Source: The Sound And The Fury
“The clock ticked with empty urgency, as though trying to catch up with the time. In the street a siren howled.”
Source: Invisible Man
“The clock ticks; the taunting rhythm serving as a reminder that forward is the only way we can go. The mechanical heartbeat of the darkness, a cold ellipsis, punctuating years gone by.
Arising unchained.
No glorious hymn, just the steady beat of the illusion of time. We heal or we carry forward the weight of our wounds... To believe otherwise is the mendacity of desperation.
Arising honestly.
The miles behind are littered with the weight of nostalgia, but too many miles lay ahead us to carry the weight. In the end, even echoes fade away.
Pen in hand...
Arising to write the next chapter.
(MU Articles 2013, Dedication to Joey)”
“The clock upbraids me with the waste of time.”
Source: The Shakespearian Dictionary, Forming a General Index to All the Popular Expressions, and Most Striking Passages in the Works of Shakespeare, from a Few Words to Fifty Or More Lines ... By T. Dolby
“the clock will not turn to left. it means you can't go back to the past. what you have to do now is bless your life. you've tried so hard to become who you are right now. you did a good job. forget all of your mistake in past and move forward. love and care your self in this life as well”
“The clock, for all its precision in measurement, is a blunt instrument for the psyche and for society. Schedules can replace sensitivity to the mood of a moment, clock time can ride roughshod over the emotions of individuals.”
“The clocks are all turned forward from Funny Time to Right Time. I always remember, "Spring back or Fall in.”
“The clocks go forward. The steps go forward. The heart goes forward. Again. Again.”
“The clocks of our lives do not tick outward but inward.”
Source: The Lost Art of Silence: Awakening to Wonder