Life

Wake up, Life is a gift realize that!

But tonight I finally made the connection that change always strolled hand in hand with loss, with upheaval, and that I would always feel it keenly because in the end, I did not live under the same sky as most other people. (p179).

Even though Sean still held my head down I was the only one who thought to ask'Who's driving the boat?' Over the motor I heard girls screaming at us the instant before we crashed.

Faces that have charmed us the most escape us the soonest.

Should I tell him that I think dreams never die even when they're dead?

In eighty-six years, child, I've learned the world is a far more mysterious place than most people realize and that every moment of life is woven through with meaning.

Let me make it clear. There will be no repeat of that night. Absolutely not! Not ever, do you understand?” 'Who are you trying to convince, Tessnia? Me or you?

Life is an offensive directed against the repetitious mechanism of the universe.

What is it about childhood that never lets you go, even when you're so wrecked it's hard to believe you ever were a child?

I still have the scars from when they captured me and beat me in the middle of the street.'You don't get scars.'Emotional scars then.

Will you be satisfied with the fruit of your life's work? Will the efforts you are making now bring you satisfaction when the things of time are receding and eternity looms ahead?

I figure this current era of history is the one with the best chance of quality of life for a black, female, disabled, middle-aged, queer person who's most comfortable not fitting in. The odds still aren't great, mind you. But I'll take my chances with the 21st century.

It seemed to me that life was a giant ice skating rink, and I was the only one who didn’t have skates. Most people fear death. I don’t. I’m only afraid of not living. I don’t want to be the one behind the ice rink fence, watching other people having fun.

Don't waste your life by living in another person's shoes.

Life does not agree with philosophy: There is no happiness that is not idleness, and only what is useless is pleasurable.

Nights were so real that days began to seem dreamlike to him.

I died of a broken heart.Oh! And the gunshot wound to the chest!

If you're going to play it out of tune, then play it out of tune properly.

Everyone wanted me to feed them that story—darkness to light, weakness to strength, broken to whole. I wanted it, too.

The worst part about dreaming? You have to wake up.