Trace Quotes

Quotes tagged as "trace" (showing 1-30 of 30)
Courtney Summers
“I’m sorry,” he tells me.

I sit down on the bed. He returns to the view of the street below. I follow his gaze and I see the infected walking slowly back and forth.

“It’s okay,” I say.

“Okay,” he says. He nods. “Good.”
He puts the gun under his chin and pulls the trigger.”
Courtney Summers, This is Not a Test

Joss Stirling
“Trace is cooking Nonna's lasagna."
"Wow. I must see this."
"He was wearing her little apron and everything."
"Got a camera?”
Joss Stirling, Seeking Crystal

Lori Foster
“Trace cursed. He actually wanted to hit something, but a tree would break his knuckles, he didn't want to put another dent in the truck, and Dare would hit back.”
Lori Foster, Trace of Fever
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Lori Foster
“Trace asked Jackson, “Why the hell are you even here?”
Jackson looked far too uneasy for Trace’s peace of mind. “I know you didn’t want me here. I got the message loud and clear when you cut the call. Thing is, your little lady was damned insistent that I do something.”
“Like get stunned and tied up?”
“You try planning with a hellcat breathing fire in your ear, making demands, prodding you-“
“Priss?”
“She’s a terror. That name doesn’t suit her at all.”
Lori Foster, Trace of Fever

Virgil Kalyana Mittata Iordache
“How I wish I was like the water,
Flowing so freely with every drop
Let my every emotion wonder,
No need to start, nor even stop
How I wish I was like the fire,
Burning with every flame up
Leaving a trace of hot desire
As a Phoenix raises its' wings up
How I wish I was like the earth,
Raising each flower from the ground
Seeing the beauty of death and birth
And then returning to the ground
How I wish I was like the wind,
Hearing each whisper, sound and thought
A lonesome and wandering little wind,
Shattering all that has been sought
Oh, how I wish I was where you are,
Not separated by empty space, so far
It seems like we're galaxies apart,
But we find hope within our heart
And how I wish I was all of the above,
So I can come below and yet forget,
The beauty of angels which come down like a dove
And demons who love with no regret.”
Virgil Kalyana Mittata Iordache

Lori Foster
“You trust him, Trace, and you know it."
"With my back," Trace snapped. "Not with my sister.”
Lori Foster, Savor the Danger

Joss Stirling
“Zed and Sky had stayed behind and were chatting with Will, Sky sitting on Zed's knee as if nothing was going to get them apart again in a hurry. Victor and Uriel were playing cards at the kitchen table. Trace looked cute in an apron, chopping vegetables with a surgeon's precision.”
Joss Stirling, Seeking Crystal

Lori Foster
“Trace started on his way again, this time taking the lead. "She's five-four and weighs less than one-twenty. Matt can handle himself."

"Says the man with the black eye.”
Lori Foster, Trace of Fever

Munia Khan
“A lost road will remember your footsteps because someday you may want to return, tracing the way.”
Munia Khan

Lori Foster
“Don't bitch about the clothes that you try on. Blush all you want--"
"What makes you think I'll blush?"
"If you don't, we won't take them.”
Lori Foster, Trace of Fever

“...you trace a finger over my scar and uncloak me like a timid star...”
John Geddes, A Familiar Rain

Mohsin Hamid
“I walk in the direction she tells me. I feel my pores opening, sweat and heat radiating out of my body. A firefly dances in the distance, leaving tracers, and if I turn my head from side to side, I see long yellow-green streaks that cut through my vision and burn in front of my retinas even after the light that sparked them has gone.

I emerge from the mango grove into a field. In the distance unseen trucks pass with a sound like the ocean licking the sand. A tracery of darkness curls into a starry sky, a solitary pipal tree making itself known by an absence of light, like a flame caught in a photographer's negative, frozen, calling me.”
Mohsin Hamid, Moth Smoke

Lori Foster
“I'm telling you now. Without knowing for sure if you sent them, or why, I was left to my own discretion. If you want me to bother you with every little detail that comes up, just say so." He shrugged. "But I was under the impression that you wanted me to handle shit."

Murray's face reddened with bluster. "I do, damn it."

"They were shit," Trace explained. "They've been handled.”
Lori Foster, Trace of Fever
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“...Use your finger to trace the scar upon my chest- I lied - it wasn't a knife wound, but a scrape from a nail sliding under a fence to see you...”
John Geddes, A Familiar Rain

Lori Foster
“When Trace simply held her hands out to her sides and looked at her, Priss asked, "Are we going to have sex now?"

His mouth twitched, and his gaze warmed, but he sounded dead serious when he said, "Yeah, I think we are.”
Lori Foster, Trace of Fever

“When the mind becomes so completely absorbed in perfect health that all sickness is forgotten, all the powers of mind will proceed to create health, and every trace of sickness will soon disappear. When the mind becomes so completely absorbed in higher attainments and in greater achievements that all thought of failure is forgotten, all the forces of mind will begin to work for the promotion of those attainments and achievements. The person will be gaining ground every day, and greater success will positively follow.”
Christian D. Larson

Kamand Kojouri
“How freeing of a thought:
instead of worrying about leaving a legacy,
to leave no trace of one's existence.
How liberating indeed!”
Kamand Kojouri

Michel de Certeau
“The trace left behind is substituted for the practice. It exhibits the (voracious) property that the geographical system has of being able to transform action into legibility, but in doing so it causes a way of being in the world to be forgotten.”
Michel de Certeau, The Practice of Everyday Life

Israelmore Ayivor
“Passion towards a dream is the fuel that fires every trace of impossibility in the environment, paving way for you to win with style.”
Israelmore Ayivor, Dream Big!: See Your Bigger Picture!

“And as she ripens,
She radiates happiness and serenity,
She glows like the summer sun,
And she generously leaves a trace of shine behind,
For those who have none”
Charmaine J Forde

“The fingers on the windows leave traces on them; the fingers on the body leave invisible traces. (Les doigts sur les vitres - Laissent des traces sur elles; - Les doigts sur le corps - En laissent d'invisibles.)”
Charles de Leusse

Mehmet Murat ildan
“Whatever trace you leave behind you, universe will eventually erase it!”
Mehmet Murat ildan
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Mehmet Murat ildan
“If you leave a good trace behind you, that trace will continue its walk even if you stop!”
Mehmet Murat ildan
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Mehmet Murat ildan
“Whenever we touch someone’s life, we leave a trace over there. Always leave good traces so that you can walk in the streets freely!”
Mehmet Murat ildan
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Mehmet Murat ildan
“The greatest gift you can leave to humanity is the beautiful trace you left behind yourself that invites people to reason, science and peace!”
Mehmet Murat ildan

Mehmet Murat ildan
“Your life is so short that you are nothing but the trace you left behind yourself!”
Mehmet Murat ildan

Mehmet Murat ildan
“When you leave a port, ask yourself two questions: What mark you have made on that port and what have you learned from that port?”
Mehmet Murat ildan

Vanessa Sangue
“Nachdem sie sich ihr Sandwich aus dem Automaten geholt und es ausgepackt hatte, schleppte Trace sie mit in sein Büro. Und sie begleitete ihn. Als hätte sie eine Wahl, wenn ein Jaguarmännchen seinen Arm um ihre Taille schlang und sich in Bewegung setzte. Trace war jemand, der mit allem flirtete, was nicht bei drei auf dem nächsten Baum verschwunden war. Obwohl ein Baum sich als Versteck vor einem Jaguar sowieso eher mittelmäßig eignete.”
Vanessa Sangue, Dark Hope - Gebieter der Nacht

Joseph Joubert
“Figure, movement. Everything happens, says Pascal, from figure and movement. To say in this case that everything happens from movement, for every figure is no more than the lingering trace of a movement that has already ceased. Thus the letters that I am forming now, for example, are only the pen's lingering trace of the movement of my hand.”
Joseph Joubert, The Notebooks of Joseph Joubert

Munia Khan
“Peace is in the arms of my lover's embrace
Where this wicked world will fail to find my trace”
Munia Khan