Collapsed Quotes

So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.

The world was collapsing, and the only thing that really mattered to me was that she was alive.

There will come a time when all of us are dead. All of us. There will come a time when there are no human beings remaining to remember that anyone ever existed or that our species ever did anything. There will be no one left to remember Aristotle or Cleopatra, let alone you. Everything that we did and built and wrote and thought and discovered will be forgotten and all of this will have been for naught. Maybe that time is coming soon and maybe it is millions of years away, but even if we survive the collapse of our sun, we will not survive forever. There was time before organisms experienced consciousness, and there will be time after. And if the inevitability of human oblivion worries you, I encourage you to ignore it. God knows that’s what everyone else does.

Look at your body— A painted puppet, a poor toy Of jointed parts ready to collapse, A diseased and suffering thing With a head full of false imaginings. —The Dhammapada

if you hurt deeply, then it means you love deeply too. love is powerful thing, Jaron. In the end, love will help you win this war." I chuckled, "that'd be a fine new strategy, I think. When the enemy wields a sword against me, I'll simply express my love for them. They'll be so shocked, they'll collapse on the spot and the victory will be mine." "I daresay you will be the first to claim victory that way

I long ago became convinced that the most reliable source for arcane and obscure and seemingly unobtainable information does not lie with the government or law enforcement agencies. Apparently neither the CIA nor the military intelligence apparatus inside the Pentagon had even a slight inkling of the Soviet Union's impending collapse, right up to the moment the Kremlin's leaders were trying to cut deals for their memoirs with New York publishers. Or, if a person really wishes a lesson in the subjective nature of official information, he can always call the IRS and ask for help with his tax forms, then call back a half hour later and ask the same questions to a different representative. So where do you go to find a researcher who is intelligent, imaginative, skilled in the use of computers, devoted to discovering the truth, and knowledgeable about science, technology, history, and literature, and who usually works for dirt and gets credit for nothing? After lunch I drove to the city library on Main and asked the reference librarian to find what she could on Junior Crudup.

Changing the question 'free from what?' into 'free for what?'; this change that occurs when freedom has been achieved has accompanied me on my migrations like a basso continuo. This is what we are like, those of us who are nomads, who come out of the collapse of a settled way of life.

He pulled his finger out of his nose so quickly Arthur thought his head might collapse.

You still think I’m too optimistic, don’t you?” Shallan said. “It’s not your fault,” Kaladin said. “I’d rather be like you. I’d rather not have lived the life I have. I would that the world was only full of people like you, Shallan Davar.” “People who don’t understand pain.” “Oh, all people understand pain,” Kaladin said. “That’s not what I’m talking about. It’s . . .” “The sorrow,” Shallan said softly, “of watching a life crumble? Of struggling to grab it and hold on, but feeling hope become stringy sinew and blood beneath your fingers as everything collapses?” “Yes.” “The sensation—it’s not sorrow, but something deeper—of being broken. Of being crushed so often, and so hatefully, that emotion becomes something you can only wish for. If only you could cry, because then you’d feel something. Instead, you feel nothing. Just . . . haze and smoke inside. Like you’re already dead.” He stopped in the chasm. She turned and looked to him. “The crushing guilt,” she said, “of being powerless. Of wishing they’d hurt you instead of those around you. Of screaming and scrambling and hating as those you love are ruined, popped like a boil. And you have to watch their joy seeping away while you can’t do anything. They break the ones you love, and not you. And you plead. Can’t you just beat me instead?” “Yes,” he whispered. Shallan nodded, holding his eyes. “Yes. It would be nice if nobody in the world knew of those things, Kaladin Stormblessed. I agree. With everything I have.” He saw it in her eyes. The anguish, the frustration. The terrible nothing that clawed inside and sought to smother her. She knew. It was there, inside. She had been broken. Then she smiled. Oh, storms. She smiled anyway. It was the single most beautiful thing he’d seen in his entire life. “How?” he asked.

My body was a wax shell. A frozen thing. I could move, but I didn’t belong in it. I was watching myself collapse.

Stop collapsing the whole community and its people's dignity and values with your lies, manipulations, gossips, and ignorance and do not try to hide your actions behind good intentions or excuses. Try to keep the pure love and trust over losing your integrity.

Stop collapsing the whole community and its people's dignity and values with your lies, manipulations, gossips, and ignorance and do not try to hide your actions behind good intentions or excuses. Try to keep the pure friendship and trust over losing your integrity.

Lies, manipulations, gossips, and ignorance with or without good intentions or excuses can collapse the whole community and its people's dignity and values irreparably.

We must not take anyone else's karma upon ourselves, not even in small matters," the brigadier continued. "Especially now in our renewed, postwar world. Take a look at the Eurasian continent: after the collapse of the ideological, geopolitical, and technological utopias, it was finally plunged back into the blessed and enlightened Middle Ages. The world returned to humans scale. Nations found themselves. Man ceased to be the sum of the technology around him. Mass production is living out its final years. There aren't two identical nails beaten into humanity's head. Man regained a sense of the things, started to eat healthy grub and ride horses again. Genetic engineering helps man to feel his true size. Man has regained his faith in the transcendental. Regained his sense of time. We're not rushing anywhere anymore. Most importantly-we understand that there can be no technological heaven on earth. And, in broader terms, no heaven at all. Earth has been given to us as an island of overcoming. Everyone chooses what to overcome and how to overcome it. And they make that choice themselves!

The story we taught our kids and dramatized with silly hats during the Founder’s Day pageant—that story was killing everything. There were cavities in Uz’s story that needed to be filled in, before a more permanent collapse occurred. We had to look at the real origins of this blowing soil, this degraded land.

impress casual acquaintances with his superficial bravado, he routinely displays his characteristic deficiencies, unreliability, impulsiveness, and moodiness to family members and close associates. He persistently seeks recognition.… Relationships are maintained only if they are self-serving. With few exceptions they are shallow and fleeting.… Almost infantile in his fantasies of himself and in his expectations of others, he often acts on impulse, using minimal deliberation and poor judgement. Unlikely to admit responsibility for his personal failures or for family difficulties, he usually denies the presence of psychological tension or conflicts. He rationalizes interpersonal problems, and he readily projects blame onto others. Ready to meet his own needs at the expense of those of others, he is self-indulgent and insistent on getting his way.… Owing to his basic and extreme dependency, he fears that others will perceive him as being weak and indecisive. Therefore, he presents an arrogant facade, and delights in humiliating those on whom he depends to gain a false illusion of power. When crossed, subjected to minor pressures, or faced with potential embarrassment, he is provoked to vindictive anger. His undercurrent of defensive vigilance and insecure hostility rarely subsides. Moreover, his surface affability collapses easily, and he is always ready to deprecate anyone