Only Revolutions Quotes

“We're the unmended, the untended,
cold soldiers of the shoe. We're the neglected,
the never resurrected, agonies of the few.
We're the once kissed, unmissed and always
refused. Because we're the unfinished
and feared and we're never pursued.

And just that easily, on my behalf,
I come around. Because I'm burning.
The beast of War feeds only on the meats of War.
And now I'm for carnage.
Here's how my anguish frees.
Destroy everyone of course. Because I'm unwanted
and unsafe. And I'll take tears away with torments and rape,
killings and fears not even the dead will escape.
Encircling the Guilty, Ashamed, Blameless and
Enslaved. Absolved. Butchering their prejudice.

Patience. Their Value. Because I'm without value.
I'm the coming of every holocaust. Turning no lost.
Rending tissue, sinew and bone. Excepting no suffering.
By me all levees will break. All silos heave.
I will walk heavy.
And I will walk strange.

Because I am too soon.
Because without Her, I am only revolutions
Of ruin.

Because I am too soon.
Because without You, I am only revolutions
Of ruin.

I'm the prophecy prophecies pass.
Why need dies at last.
How oceans dry. Islands drown.
And skies of salt crash to the ground.
I turn the powerful. Defy the weak.
Only grass grows down abandoned streets.

For a greater economy shall follow Us
and it will be undone.
And a greater autonomy shall follow Us
and it too will be undone.
And a greater feeling shall follow Love
and it too we will blow to dust.
For I am longings without trust. The cycloidal haste
freedom from Hailey forever wastes.
Dust cares for only dust.
And time only for Us.

Because I am too soon.
Because without Her, I am only revolutions
Of ruin.

Because I am too soon.
Because without You, I am only revolutions
Of ruin.

We are always sixteen...”
― Mark Z. Danielewski, Only Revolutions

“I will walk heavy, and I will walk strange.”
― Mark Z. Danielewski, Only Revolutions

“...life's big. If you can't fix it, give it a spin.”
― Mark Z. Danielewski, Only Revolutions

“I'm all soils west when the Earth lets go. I'm a thousand Julys.”
― Mark Z. Danielewski, Only Revolutions

“- Whenever we roam be beside me.
When you're allone. When you go.
When no one comes along. And for all we
Wander. Encounter and open
Allways curl up with me.
Give me pain, past and fury.
Betray my way. I won't abandon you.-”
― Mark Z. Danielewski, Only Revolutions

“It's too annoying. Too me.”
― Mark Z. Danielewski, Only Revolutions

“- Okay, you can be my slave.
My flying kick nicks his nose.
A warning. Worse if I weren't
succumbing to squeal.
What a heel.
I'm too multiple to feel.
A fork ahead.
I take both.”
― Mark Z. Danielewski, Only Revolutions

“Okay, you can be my slave.
My flying kick nicks his nose.
A warning. Worse if I weren't
succumbing to squeal.
What a feel.
I'm too multiple to feel.
A fork ahead.
I take both.”
― Mark Z. Danielewski, Only Revolutions

“Her. Her. Her. Future breezes implore
me to stay.
But I'm no future. I'm no past.
Only ever contemporary of this path.
I'll sacrifice everything
for all her seasons give from losing.
She, I sigh
from The Mountain top.
By her now. My only role. And for that freedom,
spread my polar chill, reaching even the warmest times,
a warning upon the back of every life
that would by harming Hailey's play, ever wayward
around this vegetative rush of orbit & twine,
awaken among these cascading cliffs of bellicose ice

me.
And my Vengeance.
At once.
The Justice of my awful loss
set free upon this crowded land. An old terror
violent for the glee of
ends.
But to those who would tend her, harrowed
by such Beauty & Fleeting Presence to do more,
my cool cries will kiss their gentle foreheads
and my tears will kiss their tender cheeks,
and then if the Love of their Kindness, which only
Kindness ever finds, spills my ear, for a while I might
slip down and play amidst her canopies of gold.

Solitude. Hailey's bare feet.
And all her patience now assumes.
Garland of Spring's Sacred Bloom.
By you, ever sixteen, this World's preserved.
By you, this World has everything left to lose.
And I, your sentry of ice, shall allways protect
what your Joy so dangerously resumes.
I'll destroy no World
so long it keeps turning with flurry & gush,
petals & stems bending and lush,
and allways our hushes returning anew.
Everyone betrays the Dream
but who cares for it? O Hailey no,
I could never walk away from you.

-

Haloes! Haleskarth!
Contraband!
I can walk away
from anything.
Everyone loves
the Dream but I kill it.
Bald Eagles soar
over me: —Reveille Rebel!
I jump free this weel.
On fire. Blaze a breeze.
I'll devastate the World.

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Samsara! Samarra!
Grand!
I can walk away
from anything.
Everyone loves
the Dream but I kill it.
Atlas Mountain Cedars gush
over me: —Up Boogaloo!
I leap free this spring.
On fire. How my hair curls.
I'll destroy the World.

-

Him. Him. Him. Future winds imploring
me to stay.
But I'm no tomorrow. I'm no yesterday.
Only ever contemporary of this way.
I will sacrifice everything
for all his seasons miss of soaring.
He, I sigh
from The Mountain top.
By him now. My only role. And for that freedom,
spread my polar chill, reaching even the warmest climes,
a warning upon the back of every life
that would by harming Sam's play, ever wayward
around this animal streak of orbit & wind,
awaken among these cataracts of belligerent ice

me.
And my Justice.
At once.
The Vengeance of my awful loss set
free upon this crowded land. An old terror
violent for the delirium of
ends.
But to those who would protect him, frightened
by such Beauty & Savage Presence to do more,
my cool cries will kiss their tender foreheads
and my tears will kiss their gentle cheeks,
and then if the Kindness of their Love, which only
Loving ever binds, spills my ear, for a while I might
slip down and play among his foals so green.

My barrenness. Sam's solitude.
And all his patience now presumes.
Luster of Spring's Sacred Brood.
By you, ever sixteen, this World's reserved.
By you, this World has everything left to lose.
And I, your sentry of ice, shall allways protect
what your Joy so terrifyingly elects.
I'll destroy no World
so long it keeps turning with scurry & blush,
fledgling & charms beading with dews,
and allways our rush returning renewed.
Everyone betrays the Dream
but who cares for it? O Sam no,
I could never walk away from you.”
― Mark Z. Danielewski, Only Revolutions

“-Amore! Il secondo più
sopravvalutato tra
gli obiettivi dell'uomo.
-E il primo?
-Libertà.”
― Mark Z. Danielewski, Only Revolutions

“Il mio desiderio minaccia d'avverarsi.
I desideri mi proiettano lontano
da me.”
― Mark Z. Danielewski, Only Revolutions

“La Vita è la morte che all'Amore
resta quando l'Amore alla fine s'arresta.”
― Mark Z. Danielewski, Only Revolutions

“Sono io la corrente. E corrente alternata.
Controcorrente e scatenata.
Ma ammiro anche Sam,
e mi sono lanciata,
anche se è timido si alza
appena esco dalle placide
onde per prendergli la mano
e anche lui, in questo pantano,
sotto il cielo rosso tiziano.”
― Mark Z. Danielewski, Only Revolutions

“Mi tuffo, tengo i palmi moooolto larghi,
rovesciando il Mondo e sollevando
il cielo, unendo insieme
stratocumuli & terreno.”
― Mark Z. Danielewski, Only Revolutions

“Il mio oblio è Hailey. Per un istante. E per sempre.
Al di là del tempo. Perché ora
siamo fuori dal tempo. Siamo contemporaneamente.”
― Mark Z. Danielewski, Only Revolutions

“- Ti voglio sempre così. Non voglio dover mai andire via.
Da te. Da NOI. Ti voglio baciare, adorare.
E tutto il resto. Sorridendo. Voglio stringerti quando siamo
felici, quando siamo sfaticati. Tristi. Quando sei cocciuta.
Quando sei coraggiosa. O quando sei arrabbiata. Quando ti
metti in ridicolo. Ma sempre accanto a me, ai miei malumori.
- Troppo facile.
- Allora sii difficile.
- Voglio lasciarti andire. TradisciCI.
DacCI il Tormento. Morti e Futuri diversi.
Poi voglio accoccolarmi con te nelle
Riconciliazioni. Abusi e Divergenze.
Anche quando arrivi. Quando ti senti sola.
Quando me ne vado io. E mi sento solo. Ma
sempre accanto a te, ovunque vogliamo.”
― Mark Z. Danielewski, Only Revolutions

“- L'Amore è tutto!
- Libertà, obietta poi quello brutto.
- Amore e Libertà sono tutt'uno.
- E Matrimonio? Là dove
l'Amore, accettando la fine della Libertà,
garantisce il Suo disfacimento.”
― Mark Z. Danielewski, Only Revolutions