Sometimes we tell the truth because the truth is all we have to give. Sometimes we tell the truth because we need to say it out loud to hear it for ourselves. And sometimes we tell the truth because we just can't help ourselves. Sometimes, we tell them, because we owe them at least that much.
...but I was coming around to the belief that whether you liked it or not, things happen and once they start happening you pretty much just have to hold on for dear life and see where they drop you when they stop.
„Jeder kann an unmögliche Dinge glauben.“ „Ich könnte mir denken Du hattest bisher nicht viel Übung darin,“ sagte die Königin. „Als ich in Deinem Alter war, übte ich täglich eine halbe Stunde. Dadurch glaubte ich manchmal an bis zu sechs unmögliche Dinge noch vor dem Frühstück.“
[...] being human is being a young child on Christmas Day who receives and absolutely magnificent castle. And there is a perfect photograph of this castle on the box and you want more than anything to play with the castle and the knights and the princesses because it looks like such a perfect human world, but the only problem is that the castle isn't built. It's in tiny intricate pieces, and although there's a book of instructions you don't understand it. And nor can your parents or Aunt Sylvie. So you are just left, crying at the ideal castle on the box which no one would ever be able to build.
[...] Many people must be ruled to thrive. In their selfishness and greed, they see free people as their oppressors. They wish to have a leader who will cut the taller plants so the sun will reach them. They think no plant should be allowed to grow taller than the shortest, and it that way give light to all. They would rather be provided a guiding light, regardless of the fuel, than light a candle themselves.
[...] the whole of human history is full of people who tried against the odds. Some succeeded, most failed, but that hasn't stopped them. Whatever else you could say about these particular primates, they could be determined.
[...] The anger of the tongue. You have to fear it. All have to fear it. [...] The anger of the teeth is force by contact. Violence by touch. Combat. [...] Ripping. Tearing. The anger of the tongue needs not touch, but it is force just the same. It cuts just as quick.
[...] this is the species whose main excuse for not doing something is 'if only I had more time'. Perfectly valid until you realise they do have more time. Not eternity, granted, but they have tomorrow. And the day after tomorrow. In fact, I would have to write 'the day after' thirty thousand times before a final 'tomorrow' in order to illustrate the amount of time on a human's hands.
[...] Warum also schrecke ich vor uralten Knochen unter der Erde zurück? Weil sie einmal zu einem lebendigen Wesen gehört haben, das geatmet, gelacht und sich gefürchtet hat, wie du. Weil sie dir vor Augen führen, dass du eines Tages ebenso tot sein wirst wie sie. Dass das Einzige, was deinen Zustand von ihrem unterscheidet, ein paar Jahre sind. Oder weniger.
'Cause getting your dreams it's strange, but it seems a little - well - complicated. There's a kind of a sort of: cost. There's a couple of things get: lost. There are bridges you cross you didn't know you crossed until you've crossed. And if that joy, that thrill doesn't thrill you like you think it will.