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.
Oh, Wikipedia, with your tension between those who would share knowledge and those who would destroy it.
At some point, you gotta stop looking up at the sky, or one of these days you’ll look back down and see that you floated away, too.
Only now that I loved a grenade did I understand the foolishness of trying to save others from my own impending fragmentation: I couldn’t unlove Augustus Waters. And I didn’t want to.
Everything that comes together falls apart. When you stopped wishing things wouldn’t fall apart, you stopped suffering when they did.
I know so many last words. But I will never know hers.
But a lot of times, people die how they live. And so last words tell me a lot about who people were, and why they became the sort of people biographies get written about.
It’s hard to believe in coincidence, but it’s even harder to believe in anything else.
I felt the unfairness of it, the inarguable injustice of loving someone who might have loved you back but can’t due to deadness.
I have an Augustus Waters fetish.
You don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world, old man, but you do have some say in who hurts you.
At some point we all look up and realize we are lost in a maze.
And then the line was quite but not dead. I almost felt like he was there in my room with me, but in a way it was better, like I was not in my room and he was not in his, but instead we were together in some invisible and tenuous third space that could only be visited on the phone.
You say you’re not special because the world doesn’t know about you, but that’s an insult to me. I know about you.
The rules of capitalization are so unfair to words in the middle of a sentence.
There was time before organisms experienced consciousness, and there will be time after. And if the inevitability of human oblivion worries you, I encourage you to ignore it.
I don’t think you can ever fill the empty space with the thing you lost.
We just did an awesome job of not dying.
Tonight, darling, we are going to right a lot of wrongs. And we are going to wrong some rights. The first shall be last; the last shall be first; the meek shall do some earth-inheriting. But before we can radically reshape the world, we need to shop.
True love will triumph in the end – which may or may not be a lie, but if it is a lie, it’s the most beautiful lie we have.