#allthequotes

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[newdreamnewstory]

Legit just reread Aristotle and Dante discover the secrets of the universe with its Spotify playlist playing in the background.

[photojag]

How will you react, and what chapter of your story is being written at this moment? Step out in Faith and step into Grace. #quotesrock #allthequotes #faith #faithfamilyfreedom #writeyourstory #motivatesomeonenew #be_better (at Johnson City, Tennessee)

[maxwill87-blog]

Felt pretty dang strong considering yesterday's run. 😁 I absolutely love running! I love how I have felt these last few weeks! I'm so freaking excited for the next few months! #runislife #teamrun4prs #ifeelit #greatthingsarecoming #heattraining #allthehills #nofear #dontgetstrong #bestrong #justdoit #suckitupbuttercup #trusttheprocess #allthequotes #thingscoachsays #halfmarathontraining

[wordsturnintostories]

There had to be dark and muddy waters so that the sun could have something to background its flashing glory.

A Tree Grows In Brooklyn, Betty Smith

[wordsturnintostories]

These two visiting teachers were the gold and silver sun-splash in the great muddy river of school days, days made up of dreary hours in which Teacher made her pupils sit rigid with their hands folded behind their back while she read a novel hidden in her lap.

A Tree Grows In Brooklyn, Betty Smith

[ilosttrackofthings]

all the quotes: Warm Bodies by Isaac Marion

I miss my own [name] and I mourn for everyone else’s, because I’d like to love them, but I don’t know who they are.

There is a chasm between me and the world outside of me. A gap so wide my feelings can’t cross it. By the time my screams reach the other side, they have dwindled into groans.

I erupt from the dark, crushing tunnel into a flash of light and noise. A new kind of air surrounds me, dry and cold, as they wipe the last smears of home off my skin. I feel a sharp pain as they snip something, and suddenly I am less. I am no one but myself, tiny and feeble and utterly alone. I am lifted and swung through great heights across yawning distances, and given to Her. She wraps around me, so much bigger and softer than I ever imagined from inside,and I strain my eyes open. I see Her. She is immense, cosmic. She is the world. The world smiles down on me, and when She speaks it’s the voice of God, vast and resonant with meaning, but words unknowable, ringing gibberish in my blank white mind.

One of them steps forward and stops in front of me, inches from my face. No breath wafts from its hollow mouth, but I can feel a faint, low hum emanating from its bones. This hum is not found in me, nor in M, nor in any other of the fleshclad Dead, and I begin to wonder what exactly these dried-up creatures really are. I can no longer believe in any voodoo spell or laboratory virus. This is something deeper, darker. This comes from the cosmos, from the stars, or the unknown blackness behind them. The shadows in God’s boarded up basement.

“No one writes, no one reads, no one really even talks. [...] We don’t have flowers anymore. Just crops.”

[...] we’ll see what happens when we say yes while this rigor mortis world screams no.

“There is no ideal world for you to wait around for. The world is always just what it is now, and it’s up to you how you respond to it.”

But I’m not afraid of the skeletons in Julie’s closet. I look forward to meeting the rest of them, looking them in the eye, giving them firm, bone-crunching handshakes.

What a massive responsibility, being a moral creature.

“Excuse me?” Julie squeaks. “He’s not ‘taking me’ anywhere, why the fuck would we split up?” M points to a bruised and bleeding gash on her arm, then the cut on her cheek. “Because you’re ... fragile,” he says in a surprisingly tender voice. “And ... important.”

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