Az emberek, gondoltam, biztonsßgra vßgynak. K?ptelenek elviselni a gondolatot, hogy szeretteik mßr nem l?teznek, ?s magukat sem tudjßk nem l?tezo"nek elk?pzelni. V?g?l azt ?rtam, hogy az emberek az?rt hisznek a t·lvilßgban, mert nem tudjßk elviselni, hogy ne ?gy tegyenek.
I believe now that we are greater than the sum of our parts.
I was caught in a love triangle with one dead side.
Let's make a deal: You figure out what the labyrinth is and how to get out of it, and i'll get you laid. -Alaska Young
That is the fear: I have lost something important, and I cannot find it, and I need it. It is fear like if someone lost his glasses and went to the glasses sotre and they told him that the world had run out of glasses and he would just have to do without.
We think that we are invincible because we are.
And I can't help but feel that Whitman, for all his blustering beauty, might have been just a bit too optimistic. We can hear others, and we can travel to them without moving, and we can imagine them, and we are all connected one to the other by a crazy root system like so many leaves of grass - but the game makes me wonder whether we can really ever fully become one another.
Even with everything broken and decided inside her she couldn't quite allow herself to disappear for good.
In the end, I had to call myself a faggot, which really annoyed me, because 1. I don't think that word should ever be used by anyone, let alone me, and 2. As it happens, I am not gay, and furthermore, 3. Chuck Parson made it out like calling yourself a faggot was the ultimate humiliation, even though there's nothing at all embarrassing about being gay.
Maybe we're grass-our roots so interdependent that no one is dead as long as someone is still alive.
The easiest way to solve a mystery is to decide that there is no mystery to solve.
Well, but you can eat Grandma's cookies. They're not bad for you. They were made by Grandma. Grandma wouldn't hurt you.
Because there is no glory in illness. There is no meaning to it. There is no honor in dying of.
His every syllable flirted. Honestly, he kind of turned me on. I didn't even know that guys could turn me on-not, like, in real life
I thought being an adult meant knowing what you believe, but that has not been my experience.
Late in the winter of my seventeenth year, my mother decided I was depressed, presumably because I rarely left the house, spent quite a lot of time in bed, read the same book over and over, ate infrequently, and devoted quite a bit of my abundant free time to thinking about death.
So I wasn't lying, exactly. I was just choosing among truths.
The marks humans leave are too often scars.
We live in a universe devoted to the creation, and eradication, of awareness. Augustus Waters did not die after a lengthy battle with cancer. He died after a lengthy battle with human consciousness, a victim - as you will be - of the universe's need to make and unmake all that is possible.
Because memories fall apart, too. And you're left with nothing.
I can't be mad at you, you harmless scrawny bastard.
I wasn't disappointed. My expectations had been met.
Like Rabe'a, I didn't think people should believe in God because of heaven and hell. But I didn't feel a need to run around with a torch. You can't burn down a made-up place.
The Colonel explained to me that 1. this was Alaska's room, and that 2. she had a single room because the girl who was supposed to be her roommate got kicked out at the end of last year, and that 3. Alaska had cigarettes, although the Colonel neglected to ask whether 4. I smoked, which 5. I didn't.
We'd failed, maybe, but some mysteries aren't meant to be solved.
And since she drove to work every morning, I could only use the car on weekends. Well, weekends and the middle of the goddamned night.
High school is neither a democracy nor a dictatorship - nor, contrary to popular belief, an anarchic state. High school is a divine-right monarchy. And when the queen goes on vacation, things change.
Isn't it also that on some fundamental level we find it difficult to understand that other people are human beings in the same way that we are? We idealize them as gods or dismiss them as animals.
My days had a pleasant identicalness about them. I had always liked that: I liked routine. I liked being bored. I didn't want to but I did.
The pleasure isn't in doing the thing, the pleasure is in planning it.
Well, she's not your daughter,Connie. She hasn't walked all over you like a doormat for a decade.
Books so special and rare and yours that advertising your affection feels like a betrayal.
I couldn't be mad at him for even a moment, and only now that I loved a grenade did I understand the foolishness of trying to save others from my own impending fragmentation...
I told myself - as I've told myself before - that the body shuts down when the pain gets too bad, that consciousness is temporary, that this will pass. But just like always, I didn't slip away. I was left on the shore with the waves washing over me, unable to drown.
Love is keeping the promise anyway.
So Zeno is most famous for his tortoise paradox. Let us imagine that you are in a race with a tortoise. The tortoise has a ten-yard head start. In the time it takes you to run that ten yards, the tortoise has moved one yard. And then in the time it takes you to make up that distance, the tortoise goes a bit farther, and so on forever. You are faster than the tortoise but you can never catch him; you can only decrease his lead.
The only person I really wanted to talk to about Augustus Water's death with was Augustus Waters.
We were very different, and we disagreed about a lot of things, but he was always so interesting, you know?
A dolgok sose ·gy t÷rt?nnek, ahogy elk?pzelem o"ket.
Because no one can catch the motherfucking fox.
I can't remember, because I never knew.
I wouldn't have cared if my girlfriend was a Jaguar-driving Cyclops with a beard - I'd have been grateful just to have someone to make out with.
Like the way the sun is right now, with the long shadows, and that kind of bright, soft light you get when the sun isn't quite setting? That's the light that makes everything better, everything prettier, and today, everything just seemed to be in that light.
The light filtered throught the leaves and pine needles above as if through lace, the ground spotted in shadow.
When I look at my room, I see a girl who loves books.
As long as we don't die, this is gonna be one hell of a story.
How can you seperate those things though? The people are the place is the people.
It always seemed ridiculous to me that people would want to be around someone because they're pretty. It's like picking your breakfast cereals based on color instead of taste.
My parents always liked it when I cursed in front of them. I could see the pleasure of it in their faces. It signified that I trusted them, that I was myself in front of them.
The rules of capitalization are so unfair to words in the middle of a sentence.
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