It was a dangerous thing for me to know what I wanted. Love and Other Sins
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Quote:- It was a flight, a kind of fleeing, a kind of falling, falling higher and higher, spinning off the edge of the earth and beyond the sun and through the vast silent vacuum where there were no burdens and where everything weighed exactly nothing.
The Things They Carried
Author:- Tim O'Brien
Category:- inspiration
Quote:- It was a fossilized path: the will which had cut this gash out of these solitary places so that the blood and sap would flow there was long since dead - and dead too were the circumstances which had guided this will. A whitish and indurated scar remained, gradually gnawed away by the earth like a flesh that heals itself, yet its direction was still vaguely cut into the horizon; a language and crepuscular sign rather than a way forward - a worn-out lifeline which still vegetated through the fallow land as it does on the palm of a hand. It was so old that, since it had been constructed, the very configuration of the land must have changed imperceptibly.
Author:- Julien Gracq
Category:- time
Quote:- It was a great weight, the power of knowledge
Queen to Ashes
Author:- Mallory McCartney
Category:- knowledge
Quote:- It was a large room, heavily outfitted with the usual badly ventilated furnaces, rows of bubbling crucibles, and one stuffed alligator. Things floated in jars. The air smelled of a limited life expectancy.
Men at Arms
Author:- Terry Pratchett
Category:- science
Quote:- It was a lesson that I would learn in time though it wasn't Hegbert who taught me.
A Walk to Remember
Author:- Nicholas Sparks
Category:- time
Quote:- It was a nice walk, if you liked grunting.
Farewell, My Lovely
Author:- Raymond Chandler
Category:- science
Quote:- It was a strange sensation, the thawing of a frozen heart.
Love and Other Sins
Author:- Emilia Ares
Category:- Relationships
Quote:- It was a time of hope – a time to shine. The best moment of my life awaited me, with the most loved person calling me to meet her. It was spring in November – it was a blossom in desolation. It was the month of my exams – and exams led to glory. It was the last few days with the best of friends before departing to chase our own dreams. It was the season of jackets and sweaters. And those meant warmth and protection and love. And I stood, with an evening of November promising to be something truly special.
A Play of the Cosmos: Script of the Stars
Author:- Tshetrim Tharchen
Category:- hope
Quote:- It was a truth that didn't feel anything like safety.It felt better than safety.It felt like gunpowder at her back, driving her toward a fight that needed winning. Keep fighting. It will be hard, and it will be awful, and it will be worth it. Don't give up, even when it feels like dying. Don't give up.This is only the beginning.
Upright Women Wanted
Author:- Sarah Gailey
Category:- hope
Quote:- It was almost a mystical experience. I do not know how else to put it. My mind outran time as he neared, and it was as though I had an eternity to ponder the approach of this man who was my brother. His garments were filthy, his face blackened, the stump of his right arm raised, gesturing anywhere. The great beast that he rode was striped, black and red, with a wild red mane and tail. But it really was a horse, and its eyes rolled and there was foam at its mouth and its breathing was painful to hear. I saw then that he wore his blade slung across his back, for its haft protruded high above his right shoulder. Still slowing, eyes fixed upon me, he departed the road, bearing slightly toward my left, jerked the reins once and released them, keeping control of the horse with his knees. His left hand went up in a salute-like movement that passed above his head and seized the hilt of his weapon. It came free without a sound, describing a beautiful arc above him and coming to rest in a lethal position out from his left shoulder and slanting back, like a single wing of dull steel with a minuscule line of edge that gleamed like a filament of mirror. The picture he presented was burned into my mind with a kind of magnificence, a certain splendor that was strangely moving. The blade was a long, scythe like affair that I had seen him use before. Only then we had stood as allies against a mutual foe I had begun to believe unbeatable. Benedict had proved otherwise that night. Now that I saw it raised against me I was overwhelmed with a sense of my own mortality, which I had never experienced before in this fashion. It was as though a layer had been stripped from the world and I had a sudden, full understanding of death itself.
The Guns of Avalon
Author:- Roger Zelazny
Category:- time
Quote:- It was an old enough feeling, that of realizing that whatever you touched changed to something else under your hand, but so is cancer an old disease, and yet people still die of it. Earth changed, it grew and shed grass, filled up old gullies and cut new ones; rivers changed, a flood in one season, low water in the next. Old people died; young people lived and got old. You tied to a tree, and it grew and broke the tie-rope; to a house, and it rotted and fell down; to a woman, and she got frightened of what her own body could do to her and went away.
Honey in the Horn
Author:- H.L. Davis
Category:- Life
Quote:- It was as if that great rush of anger had washed me clean, emptied me of hope, and, gazing up at the dark sky spangled with its signs and stars, for the first time, the first, I laid my heart open to the benign indifference of the universe.To feel it so like myself, indeed, so brotherly, made me realize that I'd been happy, and that I was happy still. For all to be accomplished, for me to feel less lonely, all that remained to hope was that on the day of my execution there should be a huge crowd of spectators and that they should greet me with howls of execration.
The Stranger
Author:- Albert Camus
Category:- philosophy
Quote:- It was as if the rain clouds had reached as far as they could. The gray darkness gave way to a bright and wonderful blue like Linus had never seen before. The rain stopped as they passed out of the storm and into the sun. He closed his eyes briefly, feeling the warmth through the glass against his face. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt sunlight.
The House in the Cerulean Sea
Author:- T.J. Klune
Category:- hope
Quote:- It was as important to live poetically as to write poems.
Author:- James Broughton
Category:- poetry
Quote:- It was at that agethat poetry came in search of me.
Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair
Author:- Pablo Neruda
Category:- poetry
Quote:- It was at the moment of the fall of day when every man may pass as handsome and every woman as comely.
Stories of Red Hanrahan by W.B.Yeats, Fiction, Literary, Classics, Short Stories
Author:- W.B. Yeats
Category:- time
Quote:- It was badly received by the generation to which it was first addressed, and the outpouring of angry nonsense to which it gave rise is sad to think upon. But the present generation will probably behave just as badly if another Darwin should arise, and inflict upon them that which the generality of mankind most hate—the necessity of revising their convictions. Let them, then, be charitable to us ancients; and if they behave no better than the men of my day to some new benefactor, let them recollect that, after all, our wrath did not come to much, and vented itself chiefly in the bad language of sanctimonious scolds. Let them as speedily perform a strategic right-about-face, and follow the truth wherever it leads.
Author:- Thomas Henry Huxley
Category:- science
Quote:- It was being a runner that mattered, not how fast or how far I could run. The joy was in the act of running and in the journey, not in the destination. We have a better chance of seeing where we are when we stop trying to get somewhere else. We can enjoy every moment of movement, as long as where we are is as good as where we'd like to be. That's not to say that you need to be satisfied forever with where you are today. But you need to honor what you've accomplished, rather than thinking of what's left to be done (p. 159).
No Need for Speed: A Beginner's Guide to the Joy of Running
Author:- John Bingham
Category:- inspiration