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Do you not find consciousness alone to be the most exhilarating thing? We’re just atoms that arranged themselves the right way, and we can understand that about ourselves. Is that not amazing?

It is enough to exist in the world and marvel at it. You don’t need to justify that, or earn it. You are allowed to just live.

Not all wounds were capable of healing.

Despite these blessings, sometimes Dex could not sleep. In those hours, they frequently asked themself what it was they were doing. They never truly felt like they got a handle on that. They kept doing it all the same.

A forest floor, the Woodland villagers knew, is a living thing. Vast civilizations lay within the mosaic of dirt: hymenopteran labyrinths, rodential panic rooms, life-giving airways sculpted by the traffic of worms, hopeful spiders’ hunting cabins, crash pads for nomadic beetles, trees shyly locking toes with one another.

همیشه و هرجایی مردانی رو دیدم که حماقت خودشون رو می‌اندازن گردن چیزایی که خودشون اختراع کردند. شما مردهای عوضی! مشکل شما هستید!

همیشه فکر می‌کند این جنگل است که به مردم برتاون آموخته دهان‌شان را بسته نگه‌ دارند‌. زیرا وقتی مشغول شکار یا ماهیگیری هستی، باید کاملا ساکت باشی تا حیوانات را نترسانی و اگر این درس را از همان بدو تولد به همه بیاموزند، بر روش ارتباطی آن ها تاثیر می‌گذارد.

پدر و مادر بودن باعث می‌شود احساس کنی پتویی هستی که همیشه خیلی کوچکی. مهم نیست چقدر تلاش می‌کنی تا روی همه را بپوشانی؛ اما همیشه کسی در حال یخ زدن و لرزیدن است.

The Rum Tum Tugger is a terrible bore: When you let him in, then he wants to be out; He's always on the wrong side of every door.

Time is a slippery thing: lose hold of it once, and its string might sail out of your hand forever.

Now it seems there are only shadows and silence. Silence is the fruit of occupation; it hangs in branches, seeps from gutters.

"Don't you ever get tired of believing, Madame? Don't you ever want proof?"

History has become some nightmare from which Marie-Laure desperately wishes she could wake.

"Maybe people wouldn't complain about getting old all the time if they were scared that they never would."

"It's a special kind of love that holds families together, even the dysfunctional ones. Our live is like an intrinsically woven net made from a million memories and shared moments. The knots in the net are tight, but there are holes, just big enough for all of us to slip through if caught the wrong way."

"I think that some wrinkles and stains on the fabric of our lives are there for a reason. A blank canvas might sound appealing, but it isn't very intersting to look at."

"Pity fades with age, hate is lost and found, but guilt can last a lifetime"

"He says everyone remembers the last war, and no one is mad enough to go through that again."