“And seriously…It’s clear that General Lee can outrun a police cruiser. Why doesn’t Rosco just go to the Duke farm and arrest them when they’re not in the car?”
― The Martian
― The Martian
“عندما يرفع شخصان رأسيها عاليا. . أعلى من واديهما. .ويلتقيان على قمة الجبل. .فلا يهم اسم الجبل. .ولا يهمهما من أين أتى كل منهما. .لأننا عندما نقف على قمة الجبل . .نشعر كأننا واقفين على قمة العالم..”
― Hello? Is Anybody There?
― Hello? Is Anybody There?
“I reach for the napkin, and as I do I catch sight of my hands. They are knobby and crooked, thin-skinned, and—like my ruined face—covered with liver spots.
My face. I push the porridge aside and open my vanity mirror. I should know better by now, but somehow I still expect to see myself. Instead, I find an Appalachian apple doll, withered and spotty, with dewlaps and bags and long floppy ears. A few strands of white hair spring absurdly from its spotted skull.
I try to brush the hairs flat with my hand and freeze at the sight of my old hand on my old head. I lean close and open my eyes very wide, trying to see beyond the sagging flesh.
It's no good. Even when I look straight into the milky blue eyes, I can't find myself anymore. When did I stop being me?”
― Water for Elephants
My face. I push the porridge aside and open my vanity mirror. I should know better by now, but somehow I still expect to see myself. Instead, I find an Appalachian apple doll, withered and spotty, with dewlaps and bags and long floppy ears. A few strands of white hair spring absurdly from its spotted skull.
I try to brush the hairs flat with my hand and freeze at the sight of my old hand on my old head. I lean close and open my eyes very wide, trying to see beyond the sagging flesh.
It's no good. Even when I look straight into the milky blue eyes, I can't find myself anymore. When did I stop being me?”
― Water for Elephants
“But to mourn, that's different. To mourn is to be eaten alive with homesickness for the person.”
― Cold Sassy Tree
― Cold Sassy Tree
“in the dark you have to describe yourself. In the daylight other people describe you.”
― Mister God, This is Anna
― Mister God, This is Anna
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