Proposition Quotes

“Love me like you'll never see me again.”
― Alicia Keys

“And when someone suggests you believe in a proposition, you must first examine it to see whether it is acceptable, because our reason was created by God, and whatever pleases our reason can but please divine reason, of which, for that matter, we know only what we infer from the processes of our own reason by analogy and often by negation.”
― Umberto Eco, The Name of the Rose

“The credibility of the teller is the ultimate test of the truth of a proposition. (102)”
― Neil Postman, Amusing Ourselves to Death: Public Discourse in the Age of Show Business

“What is a whore?"
Unsurprisingly, that hadn't been one of the words we had shared over the last span of days. For half a moment I considered lying, but there was no way I could manage it. "He says your mother is a person men pay money to have sex with."
Tempi turned back to the mercenary and nodded graciously. "You are very kind. I thank you.”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Wise Man's Fear

“Who am I, Joshua? Name me.”
― Mora Early, Twisted Arrangement

“Again, it was proposed that we should go up the mountains and make our camps there.”
― Theodore Roosevelt, The Rough Riders

“He gives me one of his most awful smiles. 'I suppose she'll have to be searched.'
...
'My husband was murdered,' I say. 'And whether or not you believe me, I do mourn him. I will not make a spectacle of myself for the Court's amusement when his body is barely cold.'

Unfortunately, the High King's smile only grows. 'As you wish. Then I suppose I will have to examine you along in my chambers.”
― Holly Black, The Queen of Nothing

“I've got a question for you . . . What are you doing on Saturday night?'
Hubert stared at her confused.
'Me . . . me . . . got no plans.'
'Good,' she replied. 'In that case you're taking me to the five o'clock showing of South Pacific at the Regal in Blackfriars.”
― Mike Gayle, All the Lonely People

“I love you' -- as a formal proposition, it's a very simple structure, consisting of only three words, but with very deep content that can forever change a person's life. Perhaps, this is the most influential 'game of words' in the history of psycholinguistics.”
― Elmar Hussein

“For every creation, there is an equal and opposite recreation;
For every proposition, there is a similar and identical opposition”
― P.S. Jagadeesh Kumar

“Sensuality is the ‘New Value Proposition’ for modern day relationships. I believe it’s the new principal reason for emotional connection, lack thereof of creates disingenuity and disharmony.”
― Lebo Grand

“My company provides personal guarding services to foreign dignitaries, billionaires, politicians, sports teams, movie and Broadway stars---"
"Movie and Broadway stars?" Zara grabbed his tie and yanked him forward until they were almost nose to nose. "Names. Give me names. Who have you guarded? A-list? B-list? Anyone from Hamilton?" Her full attention was on him now and it was hard not to get pulled into the depths of her liquid brown eyes.
"Our client list is confidential."
"Did you work for Lin-Manuel Miranda?" She tipped her head back and gave the kind of groan he'd only ever heard from a woman between the sheets. "What was he like? Tell me. No. Don't tell me. We're in public and I can't be responsible for what might happen if you do."
His mouth opened but no words came out. He'd convinced himself there was no chemistry between them. But now, with her face only inches away, he was almost overwhelmed with the desire to taste the curve of her lips.
"C'mon, Jay." She leaned close, the gold flecks in her eyes sparkling, her voice a husky purr that he felt as a throb in his groin. Had he ever met a woman with eyelashes so long? He could swear that every time she blinked, they swept over her cheeks.
"Just one name," she pleaded. "One itty-bitty little name for me to fantasize about when I'm alone in bed tonight." She ran her tongue over her bottom lip, slow and sensual. "Or even better, an introduction. I'll make it worth your while."
Jay swallowed hard, loosened his collar. Need, tightly controlled, began to unravel. He knew he shouldn't ask, but the words came out just the same. "What do you mean worth my while?"
"What do you want, Jay?" Her breath whispered against his cheek. "What is your greatest desire? World domination? Ten glamor models in a limo? Your own island? An endless supply of samosas? Six blue silk ties? A perfectly balanced set of accounts? A night of hot sex, no strings attached...?”
― Sara Desai, The Singles Table