Sj Quotes

What are we, if not an accumulation of our memories?

You see persons and things not as they are but as you are.

We’re constantly changing facts, rewriting history to make things easier, to make them fit in with our preferred version of events. We do it automatically. We invent memories. Without thinking. If we tell ourselves something happened often enough we start to believe it, and then we can actually remember it.

It's so difficult, isn't it? To see what's going on when you're in the absolute middle of something? It's only with hindsight we can see things for what they are.

the world was too big, too full of splintered dreams.

I want him to be happy. And I want you to be happy, too. Even if you can only find that happiness without me.

There are memories I am better off without. Things better lost forever.

The world was waiting--wide open and hers for the taking.

Come on, Beamer! I beheaded you for your own good.

SJ: Ah, okay... so you're saying people just need to pull themselves up by their boostraps? Jared: Exactly. SJ: In order to do that, they have to be able to afford boots.

What's being crazy like?" Wyatt blurted. "That depends, Enslow. What's being tactless and completely inappropriate like?

It’s terrifying to realize your own decisions are shaping your destiny.

I closed my eyes and abandoned myself to my grief. It felt better, somehow, to be helpless. I didn't feel ashamed.

Do you trust me? The question is usually asked before an admission that such trust is misplaced.

I wish I hadn't. I wish I'd fought for you. I was weak and stupid.

Perhaps scorpions were the only ones who could save each other. Whatever lay ahead, it would always be the two of us above the rest of the universe, and woe to any who dared step in out path.

She needs a proper supervillain name. Man Hands isn't doing it for me." "You're right. How about 'Evil Wench from the Darkest Reaches of Mordor'?

Our ancestors sought knowledge, but we, their descendants, glorify ignorance.

I cannot imagine how I will cope when I discover that my life is behind me, has already happened, and I have nothing to show for it. No treasure house of collection, no wealth of experience, no accumulated wisdom to pass on. What are we, if not an accumulation of our memories?

The silence brought back everything around her.

Those are some of the most powerful people in the world, and you swamped them in sewage! If you had real friends, they'd have told you that you're an idiot for even thinking about doing that!" Tom bristled, indignant. "My friends do tell me I'm an idiot. All the time!

The main obligation is to amuse yourself.

Die slowly, Tom.

We are all of us bust stardust shaped into conscious being.

We thought you fell down a hole and died somewhere." "Close. I was with Blackburn.

I am an adult, but a damaged one.

Nigel Harrison Nigel Harrison'ed me?

He likes her." "Yuri, no!" Vik said. Yuri turned redder, confirming it. "Yuri, come on, man," Tom cried. Yuri gave a helpless shrug. "Divisions cannot divide human hearts." "Oh God," Vik cried, clapping hands over his ears. "He's even spouting cheesy lines now. Make him stop, Tom!" "I can't!" Tom told him. "My ears... They're bleeding. Bleeding!" "It's a brain hemorrhage! He's murdered us!" Vik said. "Murderer!" Tom cried, fake collapsing onto the ground. Yuri shook his head. "This is not very mature.

Love is the affinity which links and draws together the elements of the world. Love, in fact, is the agent of universal synthesis" -Fr. Pierre Teilhard de Chardin, SJ

There's a dead guy on our floor," Tom pointed out. "Yeah, that's Beamer, our neighbor." Vik stepped over Tom's bed, and kicked open a drawer beneath the mattress. He swept down and yanked out a bundle of fabric. "Here's your uniform." "There's a dead Beamer on our floor," Tom said again.

I'm not sure if I want it to go back to the way it was before," she admitted. "And I think... I think that's what scares me the most.

I guess I'm just an old mad scientist at bottom. Give me an underground laboratory, half a dozen atom-smashers, and a beautiful girl in a diaphanous veil waiting to be turned into a chimpanzee, and I care not who writes the nation's laws.

A Diabolic is ruthless. A Diabolic is powerful. A Diabolic has a single task: Kill in order to protect the person you've been created for.

I will never abandon you. I love you too much.

If I met a horse that looked like you, I’d find that horse attractive.

To all my ladies who see those walking Red Flags as a pretty shade of pink… repeat after me, only when the men are fictional.

You're a spelling bee champ, aren't you, White Fang? How do you spell, 'If I don't learn to speak to my betters with more respect, I'm going to get my face smashed in'?" Tom laughed, unable to resist. "That one's easy. It's K-A-R-L.

I do not believe that any book should be denied to the man who possesses the wisdom to understand it, Bruno, but that does not mean I am confused about where truth lies.

Everyone believed Diabolics were fearless, but in my earliest years, all I knew was fear.

I have no choice but to face whatever my reality has become.

She couldn't bring herself to care, because those moment she spent brawling were the few moments she felt like herself again.

It’s perfectly possible to hold two opposing points of view in the mind at once, oscillating between them.

There’s just one thing I want to know.” Julian nodded. “Anything.” “When you peed and had sex outside, it wasn’t at the same time, was it? Because that’d be really nasty.

The Emperor wishes me to send my innocent little lamb to the slaughter. No. Instead, I'll send him my anaconda.

Some might call us a monstrous pair, and they would be right. Tyrus and I were both scorpions in our way, dangerous creatures crossing the most treacherous of rivers together. Together we might sting - but we also would float.

Tom just stood there, sword in hand, a huge grin on his lips. He stared at Medusa and Medusa stared at him, and in this moment that made his dreams come true, Tom could only think of one thing to say. "How's it going?

It’s not life, it’s just an existence, jumping from one moment to the next with no idea of the past, and no plan for the future.

Mintalah hati yang damai, walau dalam keadaan apa pun juga.

And he'd definitely never expected to ever have to tell someone, "All right, no killing and eating me, okay? I'm ready to go.

Is that the only way?" Tom asked her. "Vik and I tried net-sending with a thought interface during Programming once, but I couldn't concentrate on just one thing at a time." Vik nodded. "His programming questions were always like, 'Vik, how do steak boobs function?

Thoughts race, as if, in a mind devoid of memory, each idea has too much space to grow and move, to collide with others in a shower of sparks before spinning off into its own distance.

Is it possible to both want and not want something at the same time? For desire to ride with fear?

There were never going to be any happy endings for me. I know that now. But that is all right.

Oh, and I died horribly at your hands. Gruesome murder is always a foundation for a beautiful friendship!

This is dying everyday. Over and over.

Love is not the dying moan of a distant violin .. it's the triumphant twang of a bedspring

But then, I’ve always believed love is the most volatile substance in the universe. It erupts, it incinerates, and then it simply flames out. . . .

I could think of nothing, nothing to say, nothing to feel. My mind was empty.

You can’t make someone love you just because you want them to. It has to be freely given or it doesn’t mean anything.

But they argued as lawyers do, they twisted every answer I gave until it sounded like the opposite meaning, and I became so confused and afraid I found myself agreeing to statements that I knew were not true.

It is strange the way that someone who wants to find you guilty can start to make you believe in your own guilt, even when you know you are innocent. I was afraid I would condemn myself my mistake.

Daniel kept his gaze on the lion, his voice tight as he answered. "I'm fine." Andreas nudged him with his elbow. "Which is code for you feel Fucked up, Insecure, Neurotic, and Emotional.

„Svi mi imamo potrebe koje nas definišu i pokreću a jedna od njih je i želja tokom života nekome ili nečemu pripadati.

Whatever enjoyment I might have had at the time would disappear overnight like snow melting on a warm roof.

If, at the close of business each evening, I myself can understand what I've written, I feel the day hasn't been totally wasted.

There really was nothing firm, nothing certain. Even here, even at this place where he thought he’d found something permanent—everything could change in a day. Everything could be lost so quickly.

I know this is asking a lot, but try to stop humiliating yourselves.

these truths are all I have. They are my past. They are what makes me human. Without them, I am nothing. Nothing but an animal.

And then, when there is nothing else between us but love, we can begin to find a way to truly be together.

Tom became distracted by the sight of his own boobs. He reached down to grab them. Wyatt cleared her throat. "What?" Tom said defensively. "They're mine." "You aren't seriously planning to just sit there groping yourself in front of me, are you? That's kind of rude." Tom dropped his hands, a bit sheepish. "What, come on. You've got some new equipment, too. You're not curious?" Wyatt's armor clanked as she shifted awkwardly in her seat. "It's not like I haven't played sims as men before." "Right." Tom grinned. "So you've already done the groping thing." "That's not what I said!

You'll have to leave my meals on a tray outside the door because I'll be working pretty late on the secret of making myself invisible, which may take me almost until eleven o'clock.

I am floating, I thought, completely without anchor, at the mercy of the wind.

There were never going to be any happy ending for me. I know that now. But that is all right. That is all right.

„Kada se nađem u situaciji da mi je neprijatno ili da ne znam kako da odreagujem, ja se šalim. To je valjda postao i moj odbrambeni mehanizam da sakrijem strah i nesigurnost.

I am a mixture of contradictory elements. Equal parts earth and fire, melancholy and choler, I fear. But it is more that warmth and blue skies stir the blood, do you not think?

Whenever he closed his eyes, he still saw her flying, fighting with ferocious genius. He still remembered that kiss.

Western magical practitioners incorrectly call such a creature a demon, when I would describe it as a kidnapped inter-dimensional alien.

I would not just disappear into a void as though I'd never existed. I would not accept that I was less than these people just because they'd designed me that way.

If a man doesn’t keep his word, he isn’t a man worth knowing, in my opinion.

A farm is an irregular patch of nettles bounded by short-term notes, containing a fool and his wife who didn’t know enough to stay in the city.

Grief is an impossible meal, so we cut it up into little pieces, dress it in ritual, and take it like a pill.

Talk. Talk about what had been haunting her these months. Haunting every thought, every dream, every breath. Talk.

People kill over money and power and love, but no one kills over gnomes.

People spoke so reverently of affection. For me, it seemed a torment. I couldn’t believe people enjoyed these feelings. How could someone relish this excruciating need to secure a claim on another human?

Is there a way to to contact someone's computer with yours?" "Yes. It's called email," Wyatt replied.

Be attentive, be intelligent, be responsible, be loving, and if necessary, change.

...we pretend to be grown up and responsible; we are so proud and self-assured--and look at the result. The world lies in bomb dust and ruins about us.

He began to understand suddenly what friends were for: they reminded you that things weren't so bad after all. Reminded you never to stop laughing at yourself.

Most people think the closet is a small room. They think you can touch the walls, touch the door, turn the handle, and walk free. But when you're inside it, the closet is vast. No walls, no door, just empty darkness stretching the length of the world.

Having a heart that burned with emotion meant having a flame that could be doused in an instant by forces you could not fight, perils you could not see. To care was to be helpless in the worst possible way.

You’ve downloaded this information,” Cromwell said briskly, “so let’s make sure you understand it. We’ve been examining the evolution of combat, weaponry, and tactics. History has shown one simple fact: people are people. Period. All the technology and progress in the world can’t change the fundamentals of human nature. There will always be war as long as human beings are capable of envy, hatred, and fear.

Your head could fit in the muzzle of this thing," Vik said, awestruck. "Seriously. Come on and let's see." "I'm not sticking my head in a cannon thing. Stick your own head in." "I have highly temperamental hair. It'll get nestlike. You don't care when your hair gets nestlike, Tom. You can't possibly.

Are you guys seriously messing around with real weapons?" she exclaimed. "It's like you want Darwin Awards!" Tom flushed, and set his gun back on its hook. "It's not like we were going to start a dynastic war or something." "Yeah," Vik said guiltily, returning his own weapon.

I guess I was a Bit obsessed. Sort of like when you see someone you want so badly for your lover, your mind won't let go of them. It creates images and sounds so sharp, you feel like you already know their touch from your dreams Evan Arden Page 68

I closed my eyes and he kissed my eyelids, barely brushing them with his lips. I felt safe, at home. I felt as if here, against his body, was the only place in which I belonged. The only place I had ever wanted to be. We lay in silence for a while, holding each other, our skin merging, our breathing synchronized. I felt as if silence might allow the moment to last for ever, which would still not be enough.

…I feel like he’s taking advantage of me. Advantage of my illness. He thinks he can rewrite history in any way that he likes and I will never know, never be any the wiser. But I do know. I know exactly what he’s doing. And so I don’t trust him. In the end he is pushing me away, Dr. Nash. Ruining everything.

Have you ever observed a tiger? A true breed like the ones in the Chrysanthemum? Not those kittenish sorts like those in our cloisters. They're all muscle and sinew, with jaws powerful enough to break the strongest man, yet if you see them stalk prey, if you see them hunt- the sheer strength gives them more grace than the most refined of delicate creatures. That's Nemesis.

Medusa's lips split with that challenging smile, and for a second he recognized her somehow, he knew her on some primal level, the same way he'd recognized he behind the face of Brunhilde, the helmet of Achilles, or in hat ship maneuvering in space ,and then she flickered away. The simulation darkened around him. Tom pulled out his neural wire, Medusa's dangerous smile lingering in his brain.

There was a letter, tucked among the pictures. It was addressed to Santa Claus and written in blue crayon. The jerky letters danced across the page. He wanted a bike, he said, or a puppy, and promised to be good. It was signed, and he had added his age. Four. I do not know why, but as I read it, my world seemed to collapse. Grief exploded in my chest like a grenade. I had been feeling calm - not happy, not even resigned, but calm - and that serenity vanished, as if vaporized. Beneath it, I was raw.

That's lucky?" Tom repeated bitterly. "Lucky now means 'worst case scenario ever,' then. That's great. Good to know." "Sir," Blackburn corrected. "You outrank me. You shouldn't call me 'sir.'" "Raines, you'll address me as 'sir' or I will stick you back down in that cell next to the census device until 'sir' is the only word you remember." Tom bristled. He'd never hated someone so much. "Sir, yes, sir. I'll use 'sir,' sir. Is that all, sir?" "Oh, I'd say that's all. Get into the simulation with the others." Blackburn jabbed at his forearm keyboard. "It irritates me just looking at you." Back at you, Tom thought.