And maybe, Adam thought, maybe hearts don’t ever stop breaking once broken. Maybe they just keep on beating, until they’re broken again, and then they keep on beating still.
There are worse things that being invisible, the monster had said, and it was right.
I don’t think it’s about making us fall. It’s about how we get up again.
What are you?” Conor asked, pulling his arms closer around himself. I am not a “what,” frowned the monster. I am a “who.” “Who are you, then?” Conor said. The monster’s eyes widened. Who am I? it said, its voice getting louder. Who am I? The.
Most Gods don’t care. About anything. Other than gaining dominance over other Gods and telling you how wonderful they are and demanding that you say the same. There’s nothing like a bunch of Gods to show you how alone you really are.
You looked like a half-literate moron in that letter, like an anti-intellectual jackanapes trying to stampede his way into power with all the finesse of a lovestruck buffalo.
The attractiveness of power is something you should learn about before you get too much older, it’s the thing that separates men from boys, tho not in the way most men think.
I’m happy. Which is the weirdest thing of all.
Roads is never the fastest way to get nowhere,” the woman says. “Don’t ye know that?
Oh, poor little Seth, with his poor little parents who didn’t love him. You said we all want there to be more than this! Well, there’s always more than this. There’s always something you don’t know. Maybe your parents didn’t love you enough, and that sucks, yes, it does, but maybe it wasn’t because you were bad. Maybe it was just because the worst thing in the world had happened to them and they weren’t able to deal with it.
Everyone here is someone’s daughter,” she says quietly. “Every soldier out there is someone’s son. The only crime, the only crime is to take a life. There is nothing else.” “And that’s why you don’t fight,” I say. She turns to me sharply. “To live is to fight,” she snaps. “To preserve life is to fight everything that man stands for.
But Jesus, people need, you know? I know that. They need things and they don’t know why, they just need them.
Why die before you die? Your father and I have done something daring for probably the first time since we got married.
Children are, though, the last to be consulted on issues of their own welfare, so our opinions went unheard.
A story forgotten died. A story remembered not only lived, but grew.
You wanted her to go at the same time you were desperate for me to save her. Your mind will believe comforting lies while also knowing the painful truths that make those lies necessary. And your mind will punish you for believing both.
Sometimes you just have to feel bad about a thing. Sometimes that’s the only thing that makes you human.
If you ever see a war,” she says, not lookng up from her clipboard, “you’ll learn that war only destroys. No one escapes from a war. No one. Not even the survivors. You accept things that would appall you at any other time because life has temporarily lost all meaning.
The world’s ending. – Maybe sometimes it has to.
What happened in the nightmare was something no one else ever needed to know. Conor.