Acts Of God Kanan Gill Quotes

Painful memories have strong legs from walking repeatedly into the spotlight.

Sir... if you don't know what is wrong, then how do you know if something is wrong?' 'That's just how things are sometimes,' said Manjunath. 'They are wrong before they are things.

Yes, a motorcycle. Perhaps the reader is disappointed at the lack of hovering taking place. There is a congenital defect in futurism that is conjoined with the human desire to levitate. Even after flight was possible, records indicate some missing zing, some zazz, some zip, some pep, some unfulfilled yearning in all people to live as they were but move without their feet touching the ground. Perhaps people looked upon the future as a technological shortcut to divinity.

Your suffering is by design. It's in the woodwork, its stain in your finest fabrics, its smell in your hope.

I think that with life, when anything happens, there’s many things you want to do, some things you should do, but really only one thing to do....Accept it.

Investigation unearthed political divides as arbitrary and re-earthed our home as one place; a shimmering disco bauble spinning over a cosmic after-party, a baby blue Vote For Life button on a dark velvet lapel, a nutty chocolate miracle wrapped in crinkly cerulean prayer rolling around in God’s glovebox – immense, impossible, unbelievable, alone. Our only spot in eternity. Our home.

Those who see what lies at the top of aspiration are too broken to warn climbers. The winds there stuff your voice back in your throat. Those lucky enough to make it back down, who try to offer caution to passing climbers, are laughed at. I laughed at them too. Failures, I called them. Not strong enough to take it. Too weak for the pressure. But now I see the enormous cunning of this mountain. On the top is pain, at the bottom is shame and the whole climb is suffering.

Does Wisdom come with Duty? Why?

There's comfort in pouring your heart out to an absolute stranger. I confided in him the contradiction I was caught in. I was stuck in the mythology of myself, afraid to stop doing what I had begun to hate because I couldn't take not being...what I had become.