Isaac Marion Quotes

In my mind I am eloquent; I can climb intricate scaffolds of words to reach the highest cathedral ceilings and paint my thoughts. But when I open my mouth, everything collapses.

I want to change my punctuation. I long for exclamation marks, but I'm drowning in ellipses.

I would like my life to be a movie so I could cut to a montage.

I want a new past,new memories, a new first handshake with love. I want to start over in every possible way.

My friend "M" says the irony of being a zombie is that everything is funny, but you can't smile, because your lips have rotted off.

...wanting change is step one, but step two is taking it.

My favorite songs change every year.

You should always be taking pictures, if not with a camera then with your mind. Memories you capture on purpose are always more vivid than the ones you pick up by accident.

I notice faint scars on her wrists and forearms, thin lines too symmetrical to be accidents.

The past is made out of facts...I guess the future is just hope.

We smile, because this is how we save the world.

I wonder how well she sleeps at night, and what kind of dreams she has. I wish I could step into them like she steps into mine.

We are where we are, however we got here. What matters is where we go next.

Deep under our feet the Earth holds its molten breath, while the bones of countless generations watch us and wait.

It's a strange feeling, being so utterly surrounded by her. Her life scent is on everything. She's on me and under me and next to me. It's as if the entire room is made out of her.

...and we'll see what happens when we say Yes while this rigor mortis world screams No.

Is this muteness a real physical handicap? One of the many symptoms of being Dead?Or do we just have nothing left to say?

I feel the flatline of my existence disrupting, forming heartbeat hills and valleys

Warm Bodies ended up becoming one of the most personal relatable things I've written.

We're fumbling in the dark, but at least we're in motion.

Here it comes. My inevitable death, ignoring me all those years when I wished for it daily, arriving only after I've decided I want to live forever.

That's why we have memory. And the opposite of memory— hope. So things that are gone can still matter. So we can built off our pasts and make future.

Every experience, good or bad, is a priceless collector's item.

There is no ideal world for you to wait around for. The world is always just what it is now, and it's up to you how you respond to it.

I wish people were willing to dig a little deeper than the surface elements of a premise before tossing one story in with another.

You know things are moving. You're changing, you fellow Dead are changing, the world is ready for something miraculous. What are we waiting for?

Peel off these dusty wool blankets of apathy and antipathy and cynical desiccation. I want life in all its stupid sticky rawness.

Everything you see, you might be seeing for the last time.

No praise, no blame. Just so.

I am Dead, but it's not so bad. I've learned to live with it.

It’s not about keeping up the population, it’s about passing on who we are and what we've learned, so things keep going. So we don’t just end.

There’s not really such thing as ‘good’ or ‘bad’ people, there’s just like…humanity. And it gets broken sometimes.

Soft flesh is eaten by hard teeth.

Are we all just Dark Age doctors, swearing by our leeches? We crave a greater science. We want to be proven wrong.

The shadows of the room pool in the lines of our faces, draining our eyes of hue. "There's nothing left worth saying.

How do I appear unthreatening when her lover's blood is running down my chin?

What happened? How did I get here? How could I have known that my choices mattered?

Enough white lies can scorch the earth black.

Why is it beautiful that humanity keeps coming back? So does herpes.

What's wrong with people?" she says, almost too quiet for me to hear. "Were they born with parts missing or did it fall out somewhere along the way?

We will cry and bleed and lust and love, and we will cure death. We will be the cure. Because we want it.

...thinking all this maximalism would somehow generate happiness?

Writing isn't letters on paper. It's communication. It's memory.

Not so easy, Mr Lennon. Even if you try.

Here we are on the road. We must be going somewhere.

Nothing is permanent. Not even the end of the world.

I feel an unfamiliar but pleasant sensation in my lips, tugging them upward. This is... new.

We have to remember everything. If we don't, by the time we grow up it'll be gone forever.

I've always been interested in writing from the perspective of an outsider.

I adapt to things quickly, including good things, which I wish I could shut off sometimes.