Quotes About Inside

I can't scrape that memory off the inside of my skull fast enough!

Below me, inside me, there's a pit that's dark and comforting and quite completely insane. If I sink into it, I can be free of all torture.

Faith was a power that arose from inside you, I thought, and doubt was exogenous, a speck in your eye. A black mote from the sad world of adults.

Each body, Beverly believes, has a secret language candled inside it, something inexpressible bright that can be transmitted truly only via touch.

I can't help it. All those sharp little shards inside me could be answers, but they've come loose. Now I see them in fragments that don't make any more sense than my nightmares do. Those puzzle pieces are all in there somewhere. I know it.

Mister God can know things and people from the inside too. We only know them from the outside, don't we? So you see, Fynn, people can't talk about Mister God from the outside; you can only talk about Mister God from the inside of him.

The diffrense from a person and an angel is easy. Most of an angel is in the inside and most of a person is on the outside.

Fynn, you can love better than any people that ever was, and so can I, can't I? But Mister God is different. You see, Fynn, people can only love outside and can only kiss outside, but Mister God can love you right inside, and Mister God can kiss you right inside, so it's different. Mister God ain't like us; we are a little bit like Mister God, but not much yet.

But I loved his books, or at least that first one. And I felt that somewhere down deep inside him the person who wrote it must still be there. That you couldn't write such beautiful things and have such an ugly heart. But that is the truth. He was a beautiful writer and a terrible person.

But I loved those books or at least that first one. And I felt somewhere down deep inside him the person who wrote it must be there. That you couldn't write such beautiful things and have such an ugly heart. But that is the truth. He was a beautiful writer and a terrible person.

I suddenly realized. The zebra. It is not something outside of us. The zebra is something inside of us. Our fears. Our own self-destructive nature. The zebra is the worst part of us when we are face-to-face with our worst times. The demon is us!

You know what else he said?" Anne Marie asked. "Tell me," I said. I didn't want to know, of course, but she was going to tell me anyway, so why not invite in the inevitable, which is why, in the movies, vampires have to be asked inside by their victims and always are.

Don't run back inside, darlin', you know just what I'm here for. So you're scared and you're thinkin' we ain't that young any more...Show a little faith! There's magic in the night. You ain't a beauty, but hey, you're all right.

And this is the strangest of all paradoxes of the human adventure; we live inside all experience, but we are permitted to bear witness only to the outside. Such is the riddle of life and the story of the passing of our days.

I never cared much for machinery. I could not see into their complications or feel interested in them. . . In sweet June weather I would lean far out of the window, and try not to hear the unceasing clash of sound inside.

She picked up the revolver and turned it over in her hands. It amazed her to think that death, in all its enormity, could conceal itself inside a cold piece of blackened metal. She pointed the mouth of the gun at her face and looked inside it, but all she found there was darkness. After all, death is darkness, and in the darkness it lives.

Being pregnant is a conundrum. You have this freedom, because it's a wonderful time that a human being is growing inside of you, and it is truly magical. On the other hand, your body changes.

The inside-the-beltway guys have no control over Donald Trump.

I have a hotline to the tabloids. When I get up in the morning, I call the Star, and the last thing at night, I call them. I want them to have the inside track.

Inside the mind of 'America's Mad Genius' is not necessarily a place you want to visit.

You are dreaming your thirst when the water you want is inside the big vein on your neck.

We are not born innocent, simply unmeasured." "And, presumably, immeasurable as well." "For a few years at least. Until the outside is inflicted on the inside, then the brutal war begins.

She found she could smile and converse merrily, almost as if she had borrowed a ghost to talk for her and installed it in her body, where she could watch it from the inside.

The whole summer was inside of us.