I think maybe everybody falls,” I say. “I think maybe we all do. And I don’t think that’s the asking.” I pull on her arms gently to make sure she’s listening. “I think the asking is whether we get back up again.
Viola? Keep calling for me– And I’ll keep searching for you– And I’ll find you– You bet yer life on it– I’ll find you– Keep calling for me, Viola– Cuz here I come.
A thing worth learning is worth learning well.
And here was a man who lived on belief, but who sacrificed it at the first challenge, right when he needed it most.
There ain’t nothing good that don’t got real bad waiting to follow it.
Doing what’s right should be easy. It shouldn’t be just another big mess like everything else.
We are the choices we make. And have to make. We aren’t anything else.
And then a low and powerful sound rumbles thru the sky, like some giant, deep horn. A sound God would make when he wanted yer attenshun.
Never trust a politician, Todd. They have no fixed center, so you can never believe them.
Things change, but they stay the same.
And I know it – I know it in my heart – Right now – Todd Hewitt – There’s nothing we can’t do together -.
The sound when we crash is so loud it’s almost impossible.
Don’t deceive me. Never leave me.
And the pain is too much it’s too much it’s too much and my hands are on my head and I’m rearing back and my mouth is open in a never-ending wordless wail of all the blackness that’s inside me. And i fall back into it.
Noise ain’t Truth, Noise is what men want to be true, and there’s a difference twixt those two things so big that it could ruddy well kill you if you don’t watch out.
This is how we are protecting you, by getting you out.
If you ever want to see how small you are in the plan of God, just stand at the edge of an ocean.
We all fall but that’s not what matters. What matters is picking yourself up again.
And too much informayshun can drive a man mad. Too much informayshun becomes just Noise. And it never, never stops.
There’s so much wonder in the world. Don’t let no one tell you otherwise.
So the good prince was a murderer and the evil queen wasn’t a witch after all.