God has made us study partner. We need to talk about our project. Isaac Marion More Quotes by Isaac Marion More Quotes From Isaac Marion I'm not a general or a colonel or a builder of cities. I'm just a corpse who wants not to be. Isaac Marion builder cities want What's the point of trying to fix a world we're so briefly in? Isaac Marion trying world What I'm saying is, when you have weight like that in your life, you have to start looking for the bigger picture or you are gonna sink. Isaac Marion bigger-picture bigger weight I can feel it... the chance to start over, to live right, to love right, to burn up in a fiery cloud and never again be buried in the mud. Isaac Marion starting-over mud clouds But I'm not afraid of the skeletons in Julie's closet. I look forward to meeting the rest of them, looking them hard in the eye, giving them firm, bone-crunching handshakes. Isaac Marion skeletons eye giving Regret is pointless. I never do anything without first deciding to do it based on facts and feelings, and if it doesn't work out how I hoped, oh well, there's another notch on my experience belt. Isaac Marion work-out regret feelings Are we all just Dark Age doctors, swearing by our leeches? We crave a greater science. We want to be proven wrong. Isaac Marion doctors age dark Of course, if I eat all of him, if I spare his brain, he'll rise up and follow me back to the airport, and that might make feel better. I'll introduce him to everyone, and maybe we'll stand around and groan for a while. It's hard to say what 'friends' are any more, but that might be close. Isaac Marion airports feel-better brain Soft flesh is eaten by hard teeth. Isaac Marion zombie teeth flesh ...and we'll see what happens when we say Yes while this rigor mortis world screams No. Isaac Marion rigor-mortis scream world Are my words ever actually audible, or do they just echo in my head while people stare at me, waiting? Isaac Marion echoes waiting people Nothing is permanent. Not even the end of the world. Isaac Marion end-of-the-world ends world Life only makes any sense if we can see time how God does. Past, present, and future all at once. Isaac Marion ifs doe past I feel an unfamiliar but pleasant sensation in my lips, tugging them upward. This is... new. Isaac Marion tugging lips feels There’s not really such thing as ‘good’ or ‘bad’ people, there’s just like…humanity. And it gets broken sometimes. Isaac Marion broken humanity people All my life I have battled the alarm clock, pummeling the snooze button over and over with mounting self-loathing until the shame is finally strong enough to lever me upright. Isaac Marion buttons strong self But we don’t remember those lives. We can’t read our diaries.’ ‘It doesn’t matter. We are where we are, however we got here. What matters is where we go next.’ ‘But can we choose that?’ ‘I don’t know.’ ‘We’re Dead. Can we really choose anything?’ ‘Maybe. If we want to bad enough. Isaac Marion next what-matters want My "heart". Does that pitiful organ still represent anything? It lies motionless in my chest, pumping no blood, serving no purpose, and yet my feelings still seem to originate inside its cold walls. My muted sadness, my vague longing, my rare flickers of joy. They pool in the center of my chest and seep out of there, diluted and faint, but real. Isaac Marion wall real lying Enough white lies can scorch the earth black. Isaac Marion black white lying Stop. Breathe those useless breaths. Drop this piece of life you’re holding to your lips. Where are you? How long have you been here? Stop now. You have to stop. Squeeze shut your stinging eyes, and take another bite. Isaac Marion pieces eye long
