- I"m always like this. Too pathetically calm for my own good.
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- Have you ever noticed that idiots have a lot of friends?
- It's just an observation.
- Why can't the world hear? I ask myself. Within a few moments I ask it many times. Because it doesn't care, I finally answer, and I know I'm right.
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- She was in there on her own, making her dinner and sitting there eating, and drinking tea. I think she ate a salad and some soup.
- And loneliness.
- She ate that, too.
- I liked her.
- It's funny how when you watch people from a long distance, it all seems voiceless. It's like watching a silent movie. You guess what people say. You watch how their mouths move and imagine the sounds of their feet hitting the ground. You wonder what they're talking about and, even more so, what they might be thinking.
- Beautiful women are the torment of my existence.
- I don't move because my cowardice tramples me, even as I try to lift my spirit from its knees. It only keels over, It sways off to the side and hits the earth with a silent, beaten thud. It looks up at the stars. They're stars that dribble across the sky.
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- She soon says, "You're my best friend, Ed."
- "I know."
- You can kill a man with those words.
- No gun.
- No bullets.
- Just words and a girl.
- I realize that nothing belongs to her anymore and she belongs to everything.
- I didn't know words would be so heavy.
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- Sometimes people are beautiful.
- Not in looks.
- Not in what they say.
- Just in what they are.
- But how can a good thing suddenly feel so sad?
- The night is alive with stars, and when I lie down and look up, I get lost up there. I feel like I'm falling, but upward, into the abyss of sky above me.
- People die of broken hearts. They have heart attacks. And it's the heart that hurts most when things go wrong and fall apart.
- At first he only continues walking. Only when I look down at our feet do I realize that we're actually going nowhere. It's the world that moves—the streets, the air, and the dark patches of inner sky.
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- It's impeccable how brutal the truth can be at times. You can only admire it.
- Usually, we walk around constantly believing ourselves. "I'm okay," we say. "I'm all right." But sometimes the truth arrives on you, and you can't get it off. That's when you realize that sometimes it isn't even an answer—it's a question. Even now, I wonder how much of my life is convinced.
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- Can three minutes last forever? I ask myself, but already I know the answer.
- Probably not, I reply. But maybe they last long enough.
- If a guy like you can stand up and do what you did, then maybe everyone can. Maybe everyone can live beyond what they're capable of.
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- I'm not the messenger at all.
- I'm the message
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