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1 " I hated Sundays as a kid. From the moment I woke up, I could feel Monday looming, could feel another school week all piled up and ready to smother me. How was I supposed to enjoy a day of freedom while drowning in dread like that? It was impossible. A pit would form in my chest and gut - this indescribably emptiness that I knew should be filled with fun, but instead left me casting about for something to do.Knowing I should be having fun was a huge part of the problem. knowing that this was a rare day off, a welcome reprieve, and here I was miserable and fighting against it. Maybe this was why Fridays at school were better than Sundays not in school. I was happier doing what I hated, knowing a Saturday was coming, than I was on a perfectly free Sunday with a Monday right around the corner. "
― Hugh Howey , Visitor (Beacon 23, #5)
2 " I know it is fiction to imagine, but what would happen if we stood on the rubble of attacks against us, whether literal or figurative, physical or emotional, personal or political, and we chose to forgive rather than escalate? What does that world look like? Maybe we’ll never know. But I like to pretend. "
3 " A soul can’t be pinned and made to heal. It has to be talked into stillness and quietude. It has to want it. "
4 " In deep space, no one can hear you sob. "
5 " The fact that the universe can come to this, that anyone finds it normal, is comically absurd. "
6 " The fact that you are alive is hilarious. The fact that the universe can come to this, that anyone finds it normal, is comically absurd. "
7 " Crying isn’t simply about opening the floodgates to some private trauma and letting it out—crying is just as much about letting those around you know you’re hurting. "
8 " Honestly, I can’t tell why I’m even needed here. "
9 " A rupture between the part of us that pulses and the part of us that breathes. "
10 " Note from the Author I know it is fiction to imagine, but what would happen if we stood on the rubble of attacks against us, whether literal or figurative, physical or emotional, personal or political, and we chose to forgive rather than escalate? What does that world look like? Maybe we’ll never know. But I like to pretend. "