Odd Thomas Quotes
Odd Thomas Quote of the day
Nothing is worse than being alone on the evening of the day when one's cow has exploded.
I don't mean to imply that I'm afraid of Death. I'm just not ready to go out on a date with him.
Recognizing the structure of your psychology doesn't mean that you can easily rebuild it.
Duty doesn't need to call; it only needs to whisper. And if you heed the call, no matter what happens, you have no need for regret." Odd Thomas
But the universe in its immensity is nevertheless of a piece, and what applies at one end of it applies at the other. No doubt misery, like happiness and hope, is found throughout the stars.
Although he never speaks of how or what or why, I know that his childhood was difficult, that his parents broke his heart. Books and excess poundage are his insulation against pain.
As I turned to leave the tent, she said, "Don't worry. Your own mother wouldn't know you."I said, "She never has.
If patterns exist in our seemingly patternless lives — and they do — then the law of harmony insists that the most harmonious of all patterns, circles within circles, will most often assert itself.
I suspect she must speak without emotion or otherwise entirely lose the self-control that is required to speak to me at all.
The greatest danger, of course, was to believe that I was equal to them, because assurance can morph into arrogance that Death loves to prove unfounded.
All she wanted was love with respect, respect was so important to her, and I could give her that.
To get through life successfully, body and soul must translate each other correctly more often than not.
I've been badly scared myself, badly, for quite a few years now. You learn to live with it.
...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.
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.
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.
...because wherever else the future leads, it leads ultimately to death, the end that is present in my beginning and in yours.
Be you and only you, which means be you and all the people you have loved...
I needed a moment to understand that I'd been dreaming, that I had come awake, and another moment to remember where I had gone to bed.
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.
Pico Mundo is a prosperous town. But no degree of prosperity can be sufficient to eliminate all misfortune, and sloth is impervious to opportunity.
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.
Ah, sir, that's just mean. She's not a Victoria's Secret model. but she's pretty in her way.
He would never need a knife to spread a pat of butter on his toast. That smile would quickly melt it.
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.
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.
Free will, " she agreed, "our greatest gift, the thing that makes life worth living, in spite of all the anguish it brings.