Yeager Quotes

To quote Gandhi yet again, "If I have the belief that I can do it, I shall surely acquire the capacity to do it even if I may not have it at the beginning.

Someday I’ll wake up and it’ll be like my life’s already over, because it’ll be dozens of years from now already and I’m still the same. Sets of mirrors facing each other, expanding space and me and every moment I’ve been here. Nobody knows me, because I haven’t left anything for them, and I can’t stand to look half of them in the eye.

If you're looking for something more in life, you're likely to find it in something less.

Cheapskates...are too self-confident - and frankly too smart - to spend money on things they don't need and probably don't even want, simply to impress others or just because they can.

The worst part about knowing anyone is knowing only that tiny sliver available to you.

The truest human is the one whose conduct proceeds from goodwill and an acute sense of propriety, and whose self control is equal to all emergencies; who does not make the poor man conscious of his poverty, the obscure man of his obscurity, or any man of his inferiority or deformity; who is himself humbled if necessity compels him to humble another; who does not flatter wealth, cringe before power, or boast of his own possessions or achievements; who speaks with frankness but always with sincerity and sympathy; whose deed follows his word; who thinks of the rights and feelings of others rather than his own; and who appears well in any company, a man with whom honor is sacred and virtue safe.

No, I don’t want that. Mikasa finding another man. I want her to think about me and no one else for the rest of my life! Even after I die... I want to be at the front of her mind for a while. Ten years at least. -Eren Yeager (Attack on Titan)

All the world blurred, a vibrating hemorrhage, and it was fine because I could finally feel how little impact I’d ever have on the world. Losing that dread that one day you’ll somehow ruin everything, for yourself and everyone else. The realization that I could simply leave and the world wouldn’t miss me.

I'll kill them all! I'll wipe every one of them...off the face of this earth!"~Eren Yeager's bow to kill all the titans from Hajime Isayama's Attack on titan "To become Hokage is my dream!"~Uzumaki Naruto from Masashi Kishimoto's Naruto "It's meaningless to just live. It's meaningless to just fight. I want to win."~Ichigo Kurosaki from Tite Kubo's Bleach

Time compresses the older you get. Days turn to weeks turn to months turn to seasons turn to years, until your life resides in just one moment expanding forever, where each step and breath folds wrinkles into your face, carving minute, irreversible wounds between your joints. Pressing down the notches between your spine, driving your ankles and knees to ruin. I feel it now and it’ll only be worse in the future.

I am tired, so very tired of thinking about Lacey Yeager, yet I worry that unless I write her story down, and see it bound and tidy on my bookshelf, I will be unable to ever write about anything else.

You don't concentrate on risks. You concentrate on results. No risk is too great to prevent the necessary job from getting done.

He told me the planet had nerve endings. Sprawling out toward stars they’d never touch. He told me that when he breathed, the Earth felt it, and when the Earth breathed sometimes he could feel it too. He told me he wished his mother had miscarried.

You do what you can for as long as you can, and when you finally can't you do the next best thing. You back up, but you don't give up.

Thank you.. for wrapping this scarf.. around me, Eren.. -Mikasa Ackerman

Well … things are beginning to stack up a little,” said Gordo. It was the same old sod-hut drawl. He sounded like the airline pilot who, having just slipped two seemingly certain mid-air collisions and finding himself in the midst of a radar fuse-out and control-tower dysarthria, says over the intercom: “Well, ladies and gentlemen, we’ll be busy up here in the cockpit making our final approach into Pittsburgh, and so we want to take this opportunity to thank you for flying American and we hope we’ll see you again real soon.” It was second-generation Yeager, now coming from earth orbit. Cooper was having a good time. He knew everybody was in a sweat down below. But this was what he and the boys had wanted all along, wasn’t it?

No matter what happens to you, everyone eventually makes you pretend like everything’s back to normal.

I’ll whisper to Christ.” “You don’t whisper to anyone. You’re calling on God for this. God doesn’t have a name.” He said that God was unpredictable; that God didn’t even know we were here.

In life, its rarely about getting a chance; its about taking a chance. You'll never be 100% sure it will work, but you can always be 100% sure doing nothing wont work. Most of the time you just have to go for it! And no matter how it turns out, it always ends up just the way it should be. Either you succeed or you learn something. Win-Win.

the loop is everything that is happening or was happening or will happen. the loop meets its self and either it ends or it starts again.

You’re going to die becoming what you need to be. But when that happens you won’t need who you are right now.

The basement and music had become this incomprehensible landscape threatening to split me open. Like meeting God finally and learning he hates you.

Your responsibility to be ready for the fight, never ends.

If you don't read my book, I'm not coming to your birthday party.

You get in, You shoot, You get out!

As long as I can remember there was that low hum of suicide ringing through my body. I’d close my eyes and have flashes of strange industrial machines punching holes in my skin. My form cracking on rocks beneath a jagged cliff. A thousand blades reducing me to ribbons. Rearranging my body in ways not available to me in life. Pushing me across a threshold to be reborn as something novel. That was one reason I followed the Forum—to see all the examples of brave individuals radically altering their state of being. Knowing that there was no chance of ever coming back.

It’s easy to be shitty when someone loves you unconditionally.

The myth is clean and sensical because it needs to be. The truth is stupid. The truth never makes sense unless you force it to, just like anything.

I love my haters, they rage and rage and all they do is spreading my word.

Tyler falls to his side. His body like rags. He begins to cry. A sound like colony collapse.

See you later, Eren.

The sun began its dip behind the horizon and the walls sunk to augmented beige, and he could feel his body in the walls forty years later.

Victor spread his hands and beamed. “There’s a truckload of supplies sitting on a dock in Madera. We got food, medicine, and machines ready to roll. All we need is a pigheaded truck driver with giant cojones and no brains to ram the stuff past the blockade and save the day.” The pilot leaned back and put his hands behind his head. “Naturally, I thought of Abel Yeager.

When Man’s State inverts, these positions shift. Mind remains at the right angle, but now Spirit shares its base. Body occupies the highest point. Here, it is essential to remember this schema represents not a hierarchy, but a state of yearning. Man’s State yearns toward Spirit, while its inverse yearns toward the Body, for all things yearn toward what they do not (or no longer) possess.

What forces are we unable to sense that nonetheless influence our existence? Is it possible for us to become aware of these forces? And, perhaps most terribly, what do these forces intend for us?

I never really knew whether my parents loved me or not. I guess I knew later. But those first seventeen years only ever felt like tolerance. They knew I was their fault, and because their god ordered them to love me, they held back their knives. But I knew the stories of fathers who cut their children to pieces, so most often I tried to make them feel like I wasn’t there at all. Most often failing completely.

I was playing rainbow six siege and that's the moment when I saw a dick on the wall so i knew I needed to masturbate so I uploaded thumbnail representing a dick so I can clickbait while masturbating” ~Eren Yeager

He was so scared of what she wanted to say to him - that she had discovered his true being: that all he hid had been uncovered. That his mother had somehow found a mouth into his world and learned what he was. Not a boy anymore, or even a person.

The most important thing anyone can know is this: just by existing, by inhabiting this planet and space, we are put into communion with entities we cannot begin to understand, in manners we cannot begin to understand. We float on the surface of an unfathomable ocean, and though we may stick our hands, our feet, our faces beneath, we can never go much farther without drowning.

Forgetting everything else, the journey, the compound, escape, the dying man, the many troubles he left behind, the new troubles ahead, his mind wiped itself clean of thought, and the nerves of his body screamed out for input. He was now the predator, and they were his prey.

As we pulled onto the road, I noticed a black and beige shape on the sidewalk. A goose. A goose, but everything about it was wrong. Its neck broken, twisted into a spiral. It dragged its head along the ground, waddling in circles, screaming. No one seemed to notice except me.

When a tragedy occurs, do not say that your thoughts are with the victims. People do not need thoughts, they need blankets, they need food, they need water, they need shelter. They need a shoulder to cry on and a hand to hold. All the cumulative thoughts from every sentient being that has ever existed is worth less than a single glass of water given to a thirsty person. - Holy Scrolls of Soeck, Eighteenth Binding, Fourteenth Stanza

There seemed to be no end to the imaginative damage people could do to each other when the influences of societal pressures were removed. It tended to bring out one’s true character, and as he had discovered during his thirty-eight years of life, some people had true darkness lurking just below the surface.

The most important thing anyone can know is this: just by existing, by inhabiting this planet and space, we are put into communion with entities we cannot begin to understand, in manners we cannot begin to understand. We float on the surface of an unfathomable ocean, and though we may stick our hands, our feet, our faces beneath, we can never go much farther without drowning. Once made aware of this, a man can no longer see the Earth as a sphere. It is a serpent. It is a length of rope, forever curling around our persons.

And that’s when I’m certain. The part of me that loved him no longer exists. Not even in memories, when he was someone else entirely, if only in my eyes.

Whether you're talking about the Egyptian pharaohs or Hollywood movie stars it all ends the same way. DEATH

Some people say that God is life, but if that's true then you also have to think that God is DEATH.

Wisdom, as I see it, is not some sort of realization of how smart you've become, rather it's the ability to admit just how stupid you've been.

no task is so simple that, with sufficient effort, it can’t be made complicated—this

who I am in one space impacts who I am in another.

you are the most important person in your life.

Facts and Fables. Storied and Physical. And everything in between.

This was my purpose. All I had to offer. I was sure of it. People won't keep you close out of love. But destroying yourself, letting others destroy you----it keeps them from hating you completely.

The sun rose awful yellow and the cigarette turned to a tower of ash. I mouthed goodbye to no one and got onto my feet. That’s where I am now. In the space between my gasps. Where I will always be.

Want to control a people? Teach them to think of themselves as victims. Tell them they have an enemy, and that enemy is responsible for all their woes. It doesn’t have to be a real enemy; it doesn’t even have to make sense. Just tell it to them often enough, and they will come to believe it. Once they do, you can rob them of their money, time, and freedom, so long as you keep their eyes fixed on the ‘enemy’ you have created for them.

I don't know whether I actually did anything. Whether I was actually responsible for or had any influence on her escape. But I let her believe it, because it meant the world could be something more than just the people trying to destroy us.

I dreamed about a super computer that could raise anything in existence. First I erased all the spiders. Then I erased all the people, including myself. I wasn’t there anymore, but I could still think and remember, and I wept and wept, wanting to be all the way gone.

I dreamed about a super computer that could erase anything in existence. First I erased all the spiders. Then I erased all the people, including myself. I wasn’t there anymore, but I could still think and remember, and I wept and wept, wanting to be all the way gone.

Greatness isn’t just going to happen. Greatness comes from preparation, and it starts with coming into awareness of what’s important to me and creating a plan of how I’m going to achieve that. Greatness means taking time to block out what everyone else wants for me and instead focus on who I want to be.

My father. My father is a tree, roots pushed deep through the floor. He stretches his branches to the sky in agony. He has no face but I can see his teeth clench, clench until they break. His body dangling rigid, somewhere outside. His body filled with wasps. It’s all there, beneath his bark and inside his rings.

/1404er/ was born from video. His way into the threads. His eyes translating light from a stream. Before his eyes translated light from a stream he was only a person. Before the stream was a stream, it was a file. AVCHD, and prior to that just light reflected and refracted through systems of lenses. A copy of a living thing. Three living things and a fourth, all massed of matter and invisible crackle.

There were things I missed from the world before, manifesting inside me as splinters and reflections of things that I’d become sure were gone for good: mother and sister and friends and jobs and drugs and fucking and an endless pursuit of distraction. Maybe it was really me who had died. Maybe the afterlife was just one final trip, seconds stretched out into forever because the mind can’t recognize its own end.

On the one hand, according to the theory of gene-environment interaction, people who inherit certain traits tend to seek out life experiences that reinforce those characteristics. The most low-reactive kids, for example, court danger from the time they’re toddlers, so that by the time they grow up they don’t bat an eye at grown-up-sized risks. They “climb a few fences, become desensitized, and climb up on the roof,” the late psychologist David Lykken once explained in an Atlantic article. “They’ll have all sorts of experiences that other kids won’t. Chuck Yeager (the first pilot to break the sound barrier) could step down from the belly of the bomber into the rocketship and push the button not because he was born with that difference between him and me, but because for the previous thirty years his temperament impelled him to work his way up from climbing trees through increasing degrees of danger and excitement.

Every morning we’d go down and eat breakfast at the food commons. We’d walk each other to class, sharing and sneaking cigarettes. We’d get high and massage each other’s backs and watch amateur science videos on YouTube. We’d drop acid and go to the movies or finger each other in the back of punk shows. We’d hold each other in front of our altar, caressing between each other’s legs, humming gently in each other’s ears, watching a tiny rabbit dance with a tiny dog atop her dresser.

The future pushed forward. Max went frail and splintered and perished (he went to sleep and stopped breathing). I took over his shop with his boyfriend, until he went frail and splintered and perished. Then it was me and Eugene, until he went frail and splintered and perished. The polar bears went extinct. East Boston sunk beneath the ocean. The west coast burned to cinder. Thousands died in a tube shot through space, floating frozen and static forever. I’m still here. Here for some time.

The walls are coiled. The four boys are here. I can’t see their faces but I know who they are. The walls slither. They coil away from us and turn. The walls are a single mammoth tube. A serpent with no face—just a smooth, round nub at its end. It buries its nub in the black muddy earth. The boys approach the serpent’s body. As they stride, their skins snag on air, and the air lifts their skins from their bodies. Their skins separate and rise from their frames, like a magician’s kerchief lifting from where a box or birdcage had been. The boys are void beneath their skins.

One mother Mark and I met with, Bernadette MacArthur, had used the underground networks in conjunction with fleeing the country with her five precious children. Four of them reportedly had been horribly abused, and when the corrupt court system threatened to perpetuate it, Bernadette, pregnant, fled all the way to Turkey with them in 1988. Brilliantly maneuvering through Europe and Mexico, she slipped back into the US and Faye Yeager’s underground in 1989. Determined to surface and ‘normalize’ her children’s lives, Bernadette appeared on national TV and began speaking out. To further their safety, she then joined the Sheriff’s Department and worked her way up the chain of command achieving the rank of Major. This extraordinary mother went to extremes to protect her children and ensure their freedom! Additionally, Bernadette taught Sheriff’s Department personnel how to identify mind control survivors, satanic victims, and occult ritual sites. Her highly acclaimed accomplishments paved the way for others, while providing a backdoor into the undergrounds for those on the run. Unbeknownst to her, Bernadette saved the minds and lives of countless survivors while saving her own children.

How much does a thought weigh? While no one would deny the substance, the physicality, the realness of those qualities grouped under the banner of endosemiotics—cells, hormones, nerves, etc.—psychosemiotics is generally considered to belong to the realms of the subjective and physically insubstantial. This, however, has already been disproven. Using the neuron model for consciousness, physicists have determined that a thought (defined as a piece of information), when converted from neuro electricity to mass, possesses weight roughly equal to that of a water molecule. And regardless of its humble size, this measurement still demonstrates thought/information manifesting in the realm of physical; a real energy. Importantly, information only enters the physical upon interpretation. A man sees a piece of art. In the process of interpreting that art, information manifests as a thought—not just conceptually, but, as elucidated above, physically. Here, an essential question emerges: Where does this information go once it has been manifested?

We are in a bad condition if we have to pray for power when an occasion like this comes along, or if we have to wait until we feel a sense of His presence. The Lord's promise was, "Ye shall receive power after that the Holy Ghost is come upon you," and if we will BELIEVE, the power of God will be always manifested when there is a definite need. When you exercise your FAITH, you will find that there is the greater power in you than that is in the world. Oh, to be awakened out of UNBELIEF into a place of daring for God on the authority of His blessed Book and the redemptive work of CHRIST!

Greatness means taking time to block out what everyone else wants for me and instead focus on who I want to be.

he never wants anything from me but instead wants everything for me.

What we choose or refuse to choose when it comes to God's will can absolutely separate us from God.

No I don’t want that. Mikasa finding another man. I want her to think about me and no one else for the rest of my life! Even after I die... I want to be at the front of her mind for a while. Ten years at least... -Eren Yeager (Attack on Titan)

If  you believe it is the Lord’s will for you to suffer (sickness), why then are you trying to get out of it as quickly as you can. Drop the idea that you are so holy that God has to afflict you.

God has given us authority over all the power of the devil. Oh, that we may live in the place where we realize this always, and that were completely submitted to that authority! Smith - When you stay still, the devil will not disturb you.

The image was of a boy dangling by his neck. A broken snake. He was naked, and the dusk or dawn light cast his alabaster body blue and pink. Like the world snapping in half and spilling raw milk into space. Familiar scars and cuts on his skin. His face distended but not unrecognizable. A holocaust.

I was raised to believe in divine intervention. Of messages dictated from God to mortal vessels, compiled into tomes. And so it followed that if one book contained the word of God, others did too. And these books, placed into my possession by forces outside my immediate influence, felt entirely like intervention.

the more you smoke when you’re alive, the longer you can breathe when you’re dead.

It’s easy to be shitty when someone loves you unconditionally

My hair stained grey. My skin cracked into miniature valleys. I changed so slowly I didn’t even see it happening. Always dying becoming who I needed to be. The future pushed forward. Max went frail and splintered and perished (he went to sleep and stopped breathing). I took over his shop with his boyfriend, until he went frail and splintered and perished. Then it was me and Eugene, until he went frail and splintered and perished. The polar bears went extinct. East Boston sunk beneath the ocean. The west coast burned to cinder. Thousands died in a tube shot through space, floating frozen and static forever. I’m still here. Here for some time.

She took me to the pasture and let me milk a mammoth brown cow. She taught me how to drive a tractor. We rode horses through the woods. We smoked weed on the roof and pointed out clouds that looked like penises. We fed tiny chunks of raw chicken to her brother’s Venus flytrap. We fucked each other with fresh-picked ears of corn. We built a fire under a billion stars and told ghost stories. We took bets to see how many cigarette butts the rooster would eat. We let the goats hop on top of our backs and nibble our hair. We built an altar of stones, sticks and berries at the top of a hill, and when we hummed a family of deer came to us, licking our palms and nuzzling our cheeks. We bathed in streams and made bread from scratch. We pulled ticks and leeches off each other’s backs. We wrote rap songs about farm life and smoking meth. We stayed up a whole night watching movies about vampires and warlocks. We left clumps of hair, string and silver buttons for a family of crows. When it stormed for three days and we lost power, I rocked her gently in the dark and told her I loved her.

everything is only a projection, a vibration between places we can’t sense.

The book you hold in your hand is a testament to the power of discipline and imagination. A guidebook for the Will. Through it, brave men can possess a life of endless openness and endless discovery. Nothing will die and nothing will end.

All the world is water. It's always been. It took me eighteen years to drown.

Never look back if you want the POWER of God in your life. You will find out that in the measure you have allowed yourself to look back, you have missed what God had for you.

No. Don’t be.” I leaned in and kissed his cheek. He tasted like salt and vegetable oil. “I love it.

was doing this based on a gift of FAITH working in my heart and the word of wisdom that I have received from the Lord three days previous. Now, I can only operate in this realm when the Holy Ghost quickens me. I know that people hear my stories, and they want me to jump in and perform some miracle, but I’m not the miracle worker. I just simply do that which God quickens to my heart as he leads and guides me. When we arrived in York, Pennsylvania, we called Patty and told her we would meet her at the hospital. She met us in the main lobby with her sister. They were both extremely distraught and crying. It was absolutely understandable for their hearts to be broken over Jason.

I told him: no man who walks by FAITH is ever moved by the circumstances. I told him: when we Pray, we BELIEVE we have received. From that moment forward, we just begin to give thanks. This battle was won in Prayer before we ever got to the hospital. This is also very important when it comes to the salvation of your loved ones. Many times when you Pray, it will look like the situation even gets worse, but you must stand in FAITH, Trusting that God cannot fail.

I told him: no man who walks by FAITH is ever moved by the circumstances. I told him: when we Pray, we BELIEVE we have received. From that moment forward, we just begin to give thanks. This battle was won in Prayer before we ever got to the hospital. This is also very important when it comes to the salvation of your loved ones. Many times when you Pray, it will look like the situation even gets worse, but you must stand in FAITH, Trusting that God cannot fail. The problem is that many times people begin in FAITH and end in UNBELIEF when they do not see the manifestations of what they BELIEVE for. Even Jesus in his own hometown could not help them because of their UNBELIEF.

blindfolded." "Tell me you're kidding," he said. But then came the screech of brakes on his left and the matching shriek of Yeager's heart. "Shit, Zoe! Open your eyes." He heard the grin in her voice. "Don't worry so much. That was just Mr. Curtis in his '72 El Dorado. He drives with cataracts, I drive with my eyes closed. I think that makes us about even." Yeager's self-pity evaporated as he imagined thousands of

All of me, none of God. Less of me, more of God. None of me, all of God.

The trouble with the profit system has always been that it was highly unprofitable to most people. —E. B. White

The technique called for drilling a small hole in the red lens of a prospective victim’s taillight. Barely visible during the day, at night the opening emitted a brilliant white glow, making a car easier to identify and follow. Hector

The gilding holds the eye just long enough to let God enter the soul. The two-dimensional image does not require interpretation, and therefore doesn’t stand between you and God the way it does in three-dimensional western art.

Think of icons as sacred doors,” her mother said, “between this world and a world of spiritual perfection—a place of peace, love, and holiness.” Privately,

The booth girl glanced up from her phone with an air of nonchalance. Her eyes, made crystal blue by the overhead lights, iced him solid as a polar bear’s turd. “No,

No, but looking at you, boy, I bet I can help you. I wrote the book to help losers like you make the most of their lives. You should read it sometime.” “I

Dave didn’t believe in God, but at that very moment, he wished he did. For once in his life, he wanted to know how to pray. The

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