Dexter Quotes

Dexter Quote of the day

There are no secrets in life; just hidden truths that lie beneath the surface.

But as I have noticed on more than one occaision, life itself is unfair, and there is no complaint department, so we might as well accept things the way they happen, clean up the mess, and move on.

I work through teams. It’s the only way I know how to work.

Was insanity really easier to accept than unconsciousness?

Learning by doing is the only way I know how to learn.

I'm a very neat monster.

It’s like, everything really is two ways, the way we all pretend it is and the way it really is

Are those the only options? Nothing or forever?

And as we should all know by now, anytime you predict failure you have an excellent chance of being right.

But who, in these modern times, slept well?

I ask you to kill my father for the crime of bringing me into existence.

Secrets... Dexter a perfect example what... can happen with secrets.

We want all possible things made actual, the perpetual possibility of perfection, the best of all futures all at once.

I can’t comprehend why any black man with even a lick of sense would have the slightest bit of interest in time travel. Going backward in time? A black man? You have got to be out of your mind.

Later—how much later? Hard to tell. In times of tragedy clocks will trick you—Philip stood in the kitchen doorway.

You're gorgeous, you old hag, and if I could give you just one gift ever for the rest of your life it would be this. Confidence. It would be the girl of confidence. Either that or a scented candle.

He falls asleep believing he's been robbed, not knowing that the summoning of demons is almost always unwitting.

Oh, my, god, we are in a killing room. This is just like an episode of Dexter! They are going to murder us!” Mia exclaimed as she started to cry.

Sometimes goes easier... others... goes wrong. But that's world!(Dexter)

She hadn't gone back in time. The idea was

But we think that if a human were to violate conventional causality—''By time traveli

Time travel would give humanity the ability to alter the past and prune the tree of all possible futures of those branches that had been infected by evil

Being is always becoming

I have already lost the knowledge of the word whose sound has the shape of a soul. But perhaps it's not too late. Come with me. Hurry now. We still have a chance to be young.

Be the time he finds his way out of the chamber and the planetarium, he has become me.

As he drifted off, his father came to visit him, clothed in all his possible shapes.

It is like reading two books, one with each eye, and understanding them both.

Love, no matter how high or low its form, must be requited, or the lover suffers.

This is the last moment of contentment untainted by sorrow, when the brain hesitates before delivering the message to the heart that it knows it must.

I was its skin, its movement, its shape, its god, its creator, its destroyer. And you thought Dexter was bad. The Bridgeman arrives soon.

But life isn't neat the way a story is. And if you try to pretend it is, then you just make yourself unhappy, or screw yourself over.

Think of it. Going to sleep and waking up later in a science fiction future. It'll be fantastic. The shock and the wonder of it.

In the moment when he died at my hand he had his own heart's desire—not the actual future, but a hope for the best possible future, one that he could not himself imagine.

As an act of goodwill you must sacrifice all the futures you might have for the one that he designs for you.

I like Carson. I really like Carson. I can hand an idea to him that's still a little rough, and he can turn it over and tumble it and hand it back to me shining. And I can do the same for him.

I truly do not know, and that unnameable feeling that comes with not knowing: it must be worse than grief. It must.

And just as he said of me, the thing that his heart desired was not the thing that he professed to want.

That friend of hers has got to go, though. You're lucky you got stuck with that Dexter guy instead of

Best, perhaps to keep one's nickels forever in one's pockets, to savor delicious possibility over mundane experience.

I still have enough faith in language to believe that if I place enough words next to each other on the page, they will start to speak with sounds of their own.

But space shrinks when you get old, and things lose their wonder, and the wisest thing to do then is to try your best to sleep.

Removing memories is difficult.... changing is easy...- Dexter

It is hard to explain just how a single sight of a tangible object with measurable dimensions could so shake and change a man

Probably, after all we could say that life is like Dexter... a code... and how good can you work with it?

Rectory always sounded to me like a place you would find a proctologist.