The cold stars spun to the ancient rhythm, the august march of an everlasting symphony. They are old, the stars, and their memory is long. Rick Yancey More Quotes by Rick Yancey More Quotes From Rick Yancey But hope is no less realistic than despair. It is still our choice whether to live in light or lie down in darkness. Rick Yancey light choices lying You know how sometimes you tell yourself that you have a choice, but really you don't have a choice? Just because there are alternatives doesn't mean they apply to you. Rick Yancey alternatives choices mean Sometimes in my tent, late at night, I think I can hear the stars scraping against the sky. Rick Yancey stars night thinking So often the monsters that crowd our minds are nothing more than the strange and thoroughly alien progeny of our own fearful fantasies. Rick Yancey crowds mind monsters You can only call someone crazy if there’s someone else who’s normal. Like good and evil. If everything was good, then nothing would be good. Rick Yancey crazy would-be evil It's almost dawn. You can feel it coming. The world holds its breath, because there's really no guarantee that the sun will rise. That there was a yesterday doesn't mean there will be a tomorrow. Rick Yancey guarantees-that yesterday mean It's hard to plan for what comes next when what comes next is not something you planned for. Rick Yancey hard next plans Maybe the last human being on Earth won't die of starvation or exposure or as a meal of wild animals. Maybe the last one to die will be killed by the last one alive. Rick Yancey alive meals animal That's what you do when the curtain is falling--you give the line that the audience wants to hear. Rick Yancey lines giving fall I was a slave to something he believed to be silly and superstitious: the idea that all life was worth defending and that nothing justified surrender to the forces of destruction. Rick Yancey justified silly ideas Some things you can never leave behind. They don't belong to the past. They belong to you. Rick Yancey behinds life past How do you rid the Earth of humans? Rid the humans of their humanity. Rick Yancey humans humanity earth To show mercy is not naïve. To hold out against the end of hope is not stupidity or madness. It is fundamentally human. Of course... We are all doomed; we are all poisoned from our birth by the rot of stars. That does not mean we should succumb...to the seductive fallacy of despair, the dark tide that would drown us. You may think I'm stupid, you may call me a madman and a fool, but at least I stand upright in a fallen world. Rick Yancey stars stupid mean Nothing makes us love something more than the loss of it. Rick Yancey secret-society loss We'd stared into the face of Death, and Death blinked first. You'd think that would make us feel brave and invincible. It didn't. Rick Yancey brave faces thinking If I had faced it then, I wouldn't be facing it now, but sooner or later you have to choose between running and facing the thing you thought you could not face. Rick Yancey moral-responsibility faces running We are slaves, all of us...Some are slaves to fear. Others are slaves to reason—or base desire. It is our lot to be slaves...and the question must be to what shall we owe our indenture? Will it be to truth or to falsehood, hope or despair, light or darkness? I choose to serve the light, even though that bondage often lies in darkness. Rick Yancey light darkness lying It isn't that the lies are too beautiful to resist. It's that the truth is too hideous to face. Rick Yancey faces beautiful lying There's a hero in every heart waiting for the dragon to come out. Rick Yancey dragons hero heart Even the most sensitive person can get used to even the most insensitive thing. Cruelty isn’t a personality trait. Cruelty is a habit. Rick Yancey sensitive-person habit personality
