John Quotes
He was gone and did not have time to tell him what I had just now realized: that I forgave him, and that she forgave us, and that we had to forgive to survive in the labyrinth.
Issac:"I dislike living in a world without Augustus Waters."Computer: "I don't understand-"Issac: "Me neither. Pause
Their boots were black and shiny and your treasures gleamed like stars, Bones from deep down in the fertile crescent.
The dead are my dark matter, filling up impalpably the empty spaces of the world.
im in love with you and im not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things.
You get all these friends when just when you don't need friends anymore.
You don't get to chose if you get hurt in this world, old man, but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices. I hope she likes hers.
You can love someone so much… But you can never love someone as much as you miss them.
So it is with grief where, if all goes well, can come a strengthening of the inner world, of memory and definition.
My grief sought out all parts of my body it hadn't yet inhabited, and I felt like I might collapse in on myself right there, at last, spectacularly
(...) and then I realized there was no one else to call, which was the saddest thing. The only person I really wanted to talk to about Augustus Water's death was Augustus Water.
...there's the suffering from love and the suffering from grief - either pain permanently scars the soul...
...you must never partly love or stop half way - because then, you become superficial and cannot be deeply hurt or loved...
...beneath torrents of spring rain, buds come to life - and we do too, beneath torments of tears...
...all winter the acorns and red Maple leaf moldered in silence - in the same way grief is gnawing at me - slowly, imperceptibly... consuming...
What is love for, if not to intensify our affections—both in life and death? But, O, do not be bitter. It is tragically self-destructiveto be bitter.
...a passing face together with his grief turned you into a weeping Madonna...
We shall never arrive at true meekness by any other way than by humiliating ourselves and by honoring others from the depth of our hearts.
Music. It’s not about those things. It’s about a feeling. It’s about expressing yourself. It’s about letting go.
A tear rolled down my cheekAnd more came downUntil tears rolled down like a stream.My eyes were blind with tears for you.They washed my eyes till I could see.
I could not escape a feeling that this was my own funeral, and you do not cry in that case.
The silence broke:"Sometimes I liked it", I said "Sometimes I liked it that she was dead.""You mean it felt good?""No. I don't know. It felt ... pure.
...in my dream the shadings of your soul are the dark tincture of rain...
...sorrow binds us - I will always cherish you - my only disillusionment is unspoken words ...
We must have sinned greatly, at some juncture long buried in our protozoic past, to deserve such a universe
Nothing ever happens like you imagine it will. But then again, if you don't imagine, nothing ever happens at all
She's become a Russian again, he thought. When something works, she's grateful. When it doesn't work, it's life.
People always talk like there's a bright line between imagination and memory, but there isn't, at least not for me. I remember what I've imagined and imagine what I remember.
Neither your mother nor I have any imagination at all and we certainly didn't bring you up to have one
To live fully, we must learn to use things and love people, and not love things and use people.
...being in a bad mood with your friends beats being in a bad mood without them.
This was what I liked most about my friends: just sitting around and telling stories. Window stories and mirror stories. I only listened - the stories on my mind weren't that funny.
Your friendship is like a kiss that makes my heart young again and wipes out the years of darkness and destruction sure does remind me of Joel 2:25
You can pick your friends, and you can pick your nose, but you can't pick your friends nose.
you can pick your friends, and you can pick your nose, but you can't pick your friends nose.
Kafir, you have a very complicated problem with a very simple solution.
Most of my friends were in band, and most of my free time during school was spent within twenty feet of the band room
Friendship isn't about becoming somebody else perfect person. It is about finding someone who helps you become the best person you can be.
Friendship is a special kind of love. More than endless, more than true. When friends parted ways no matter the distance, expect them to keep coming back to you.