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“Don’t look back. You’ll never see anything but what you’re doing your best to leave behind, and you’re a lot more likely to trip and fall down, which gives it another chance to eat you.”
We don’t have claws, or fangs, or poison, or telepathy. We can’t transform into something bigger and stronger, we can’t hibernate for centuries, we can’t do anything. And somehow we still managed to take over the world. Humans are terrifying. The last thing anything with a brain wants is to leave humans alone to make more humans.
I like being alive. It’s how I get things done.
It’s not science until somebody writes it down.
I recognized that expression. It was the face of a man who was accustomed to being the smartest person in the room. Most of the time, that look was on my own face. I’d never realized how obnoxious it was.
FINALLY.
There are very few people in this world who will love and treasure us for who we are, rather than who they think we have the potential to someday become.
You just forgot that sometimes the people who love us are willing to do things for us that they’d never dream of doing for themselves.”
This is so, so true.
The world has a way of grinding down the people it deems different, or less worthy of being loved.
It had been easy to focus inward since the world was big and didn’t seem to want me.
“When we know what something looks like, sometimes we stop seeing it. We make assumptions based on the things we know, and we don’t go looking for proof, because we don’t need it anymore.”
This isn’t happiness. This is weaponized joy.
“I love you a lot, you know. I’m not going to be sorry about that, no matter what happens next. I got the chance to meet you, and that would never have happened without everything else. I’m grateful.” “I’m not,” said Sam. “I’m pissed. I would never have missed you if I hadn’t met you. I could have been too ignorant to know that I wasn’t really happy up until the day I died.”
I love Sam. Sam is so real.
Panic attacks whenever I went outside were not on my list of “useful souvenirs.”
Sometimes, good intentions do more damage than all the wicked plots in all the world.
