Tubig Quotes

Mga bata pa kayo. Pag pinaniwalaan namin kayong hindi kayo naglaro ng tubig kahit na basang-basa ang mga damit ninyo, kayo ang niloloko namin. Hindi kayo ang nakakapanloko.

Napakatamis ng tubig at naiinom, bagaman lumulunod sa alak at serbesa at pumapatay sa apoy. Nagiging singaw ito kapag pinainitan; kapag naligalig, nagiging karagatan na minsan nang pumuksa sa sangkatauhan at yumanig sa dibdib ng mundo.

[A]ng “katarúngan” at “lungsód” ang dalawang marikit na halimbawa ng pantumbas mula sa ibang katutubong wika ng bansa. Kapuwa mula sa Kabisayaan ang dalawa. Ang una ay mula sa pang-uring Sebwanong “taróng” para sa tuwid . . . ; mula sa Boholano ang ikalawa, nangangahulugan ng nayon o komunidad, ngunit ipinantapat ngayon sa dáti nang hiniram na Español na “siyudád.” . . . [H]iniram ngayon ang “rabáw” ng Ilokano upang ipantumbas sa konsepto ng surface sa pisika, ang “iláhas” mulang Kiniray-a at Hiligaynon upang itumbas sa wild ng biyolohiya, ang “láwas” mulang Sebwano at Waray upang gamitíng tulad ng teknikal na body sa Ingles, gaya sa “lawas pangkalawakan,” “lawas ng tubig.

The story had no plans to stay. Just like most stories, only the good ones remain.

Funny how he’d rather look at my poems but not at me.

Maybe it’s because the dirtiest thing about you was your fingernails...Or maybe it’s because you always accused me of being too smart for my own good...Maybe it’s simply because I don’t even wanna learn how to drive.

I was excited to taste Jesus. I ended up weeping when the Body of Christ turned out to be cheap white wafer. Ced cried too, but only because he loved Jesus so much he didn’t mind how he tasted. But afterwards, he held my hand. Promised to find a better God that would feed me blueberry cheesecake, french fries, and fancy champagne. And that’s when Sara entered our lives. Saying Jesus would not want us thinking that. In fact, He’s cooking a holy feast for us when we get to heaven. I said Jesus shouldn’t waste food on people who’re never gonna get to heaven. He better be giving it to the poor instead.

For a while I forget I want to die only to realize I’ve been dead all along

Fuck, it’s raining. Maybe something came up. Maybe you didn’t know what to wear. Goddamn, I could have picked you up myself if you tell me where you are. But you are nowhere and everywhere all at once like some fucking deity. I hate you. I should have locked you up in a cage. But you escape every fucking time for some goddamn reason.

...in my head I wondered if my muse was just another piece of shit who wanted to become a poem. Or if I was just another miserably intoxicated son of a bitch who wanted to become a poet.

Physics says you and I are not creatures—we are individual events entangling with one another, stretching orbits, bending time and space, creating half-loops to prove the existence of forever. ...Then there was light and there was none, and then it flickered and then died, and the cathedrals of the soul and the body went with it. Particles vanish but galaxies expand forever. ...Words are wind but you will remain an asshole forever. ...Fingers crossed, I took a shot and hoped to roam this maze forever. ...Who are you to say what must last forever?