Odd Quotes
...on a subconscious level we're aware that time isn't enduring, that it is not a required condition of our existence, that there comes a point when we will have no need of it.
So, " said the Russian, after regaining is composure, "the lesson of the model is that the universe——all its matter and forms of energy——arise out of thought.
More likely, they would just cease to exist.""That's death.""No, it's different. Death leaves a corps.
Chronologically she is twelve, but emotionally she is older, and intellectually older still.
Eventually he understood that he was crying for himself. He was ashamed of the man whom he had become, mourning the man whom he had expected to be when he'd been a boy.
She looked at me for a second and said, "Oh, never mind. I guess it's true what Mom said? That you've led a sheltered life?"I said I thought the description fairly apt.
It's great to know that you aren't the only person "odd" in this world... stories stop the time and games help to go more fast... - what more awesome than to have these two abilities?
For as long I can remember I have wanted to die. So that started around age 6. I think. My earliest clear memories start at age 140.
Her exceptional beauty also helps her to keep her secrets. Most people tend to think the best of those who are blessed with beauty
Duty is a good thing, a calling without which no civilization can survive, but it is also a weight and chain that sometimes seems sure to sink you to the airless bottom of a dark pool
If she fully embraced life with all its conflicts, she would suffer a breakdown.
Chronologically she is twelve but emotionally she is older, and intellectually older still.
It's funny, ma'am, how sometimes you're so sarcastic but it doesn't sting.""Because of my dimples. Dimples are a get-out-of-jail-free card
He would never need a knife to spread a pat of butter on his toast. That smile would quickly melt it.
When people say there is no place like home, the first to agree are the homeless.
My face is shaped like a face, and my body like a body, but my thoughts are very unusual. Piano from the third floor. Daisies on a roof.
Free will, " she agreed, "our greatest gift, the thing that makes life worth living, in spite of all the anguish it brings.
I'm not here to be small, to compare, to judge (myself or you), to fit in or to be perfect. I'm here to grow, to learn, to love, to be human.
Her eyes were celadon saucers but bottomless, of such great depth that she could take in the knowledge of whole worlds and have room in that gaze for still more.
Her direct stare probed, as if the story of my life were written in my eyes in a few succinct lines that she could read.
You do what you have to do. That's who you seem to be to me, anyway. You're one who does what he has to do.
When I function in only one mode or the other, I am denying half myself, half my potential.
Funny how people that don't believe in nothin' are so quick to believe every crazy story about people like us.
Nothing supernatural has ever harmed me. My wounds and losses have all be at the hands of human beings...
She said...she said don't be scared, we wasn't born to be all the time scared, we was born happy, babies laugh at everything, we was born happy and to make a better world.
Ah, sir, that's just mean. She's not a Victoria's Secret model. but she's pretty in her way.
On a small table beside his chair were other haphazardly stacked volumes by such poets as Emerson, Whitman, and Wallace Stevens, a dangerous crew to let into your head.
Pico Mundo is a prosperous town. But no degree of prosperity can be sufficient to eliminate all misfortune, and sloth is impervious to opportunity.
Be careful walking down the primrose path. You may find hell instead of happily ever after.
I am learning my way toward something that will make sense of my life, and I learn by going where I have to go, with whatever companions I am graced.
He turned one of his death rays into an ice cream maker, except he said I shouldn’t eat too much of it at once.”I nodded slowly. “Right, ” I said. “That’s…sweet, I think.
I am attracted to certain types of people: the outrageous, outstanding and the one's pegged as odd. The 3 O's remind me not to be ordinary.
The problem is normal was'nt in my DNA. I was destined to be forever freakish.
Psychopaths are odd and rare and unique by themself... if they were writers, I bet in one that they will be the best...
Isn't it odd that some groups view being legally equal to other groups as 'oppression'?