In Cold Blood Quotes
I have lived my entire life in shame.
Silence hung heavy around the gothic state. Daunting cathedral/basilica/bishop's seat/(chancel)/(sacrarium/piscina) convent-Abbey/priory/cloister
I live like the solitary black sheep who does not fit with the pure white sheep.
I cannot enjoy the same happiness, feel the same sadness, taste the same food as my companions.
The things that move them–love, tenderness, kindness–I can never understand.
All a black sheep can do is cover itself in flour and pretend to be white.
And so, I continue to wear a mask, and act the part of the Pierrot.
The Priest–Michael–slowly sank to Javier's level, eyes unmoving. He remained silent, and deep in thought. Javier gulped. "People like liars," …show more content…
Am I still a villain if the only person I hurt is myself?”
He paused for a while. "That's deep," he finally said.
"I know," Javier told him. "I'm drowning."
"Being tired is the worst. When your limbs feel like stone, and you can’t think straight because you’re so drained. When you can’t articulate a sentence and moving at all is so hard, you feel you might pass out. Every time you stand, you feel faint, and every time you try to do anything, you just can’t. You’re too exhausted to enjoy anything. Life feels like nothing but hard work, and you don’t even have the energy to care. And worst of all, despite all of this, you still can’t sleep at nights. It feels like you’re dying, but somehow, you never do.
"Well of course," he stated, "no one likes to talk about what hurts."
"I was a fool," Javier cried, burying his head into his knees. "I thought I would be understood without words. But it's too fucking late now. I can't go back! I can't! How can I ask anyone to love me when all I do is beg to be left …show more content…
I smoke the air you exhale because you throw it out in an ungrateful sigh, but the world is full of beautiful instances you are just unaware of. The world will continue to seem dissatisfying and stale only because the world is a reflection of your inner being: the unconscious. The moment you become happy, so will the world."
He sighed, giving into Michael's pull, and read, "Awkward, and almost always the idiot / savant, mutant, retard, I / travel my own effervescent weather, / in my underwater / vessel, my sweet / mars, and soundless / daydream, magical sweep of Rimbaudian / reverie. Always / clumsy, and guileless, mind- / blind, and deathly shy."
He wanted to speak, but he found himself choking on the words that tried to come out. As he struggled to breathe, he decided to swallow the words instead.
“Isn’t it funny how day by day nothing changes, but when you look back, everything is different?"
"I will embrace rapture in my damnation."
"You ruin your life by desensitizing yourself. We are all afraid to say too much, to feel too deeply, to let people know what they mean to us. Caring is not synonymous with crazy. Expressing to someone how special they are to you will make you vulnerable. There is no denying that. However, that is nothing to be ashamed
Silence hung heavy around the gothic state. Daunting cathedral/basilica/bishop's seat/(chancel)/(sacrarium/piscina) convent-Abbey/priory/cloister
I live like the solitary black sheep who does not fit with the pure white sheep.
I cannot enjoy the same happiness, feel the same sadness, taste the same food as my companions.
The things that move them–love, tenderness, kindness–I can never understand.
All a black sheep can do is cover itself in flour and pretend to be white.
And so, I continue to wear a mask, and act the part of the Pierrot.
The Priest–Michael–slowly sank to Javier's level, eyes unmoving. He remained silent, and deep in thought. Javier gulped. "People like liars," …show more content…
Am I still a villain if the only person I hurt is myself?”
He paused for a while. "That's deep," he finally said.
"I know," Javier told him. "I'm drowning."
"Being tired is the worst. When your limbs feel like stone, and you can’t think straight because you’re so drained. When you can’t articulate a sentence and moving at all is so hard, you feel you might pass out. Every time you stand, you feel faint, and every time you try to do anything, you just can’t. You’re too exhausted to enjoy anything. Life feels like nothing but hard work, and you don’t even have the energy to care. And worst of all, despite all of this, you still can’t sleep at nights. It feels like you’re dying, but somehow, you never do.
"Well of course," he stated, "no one likes to talk about what hurts."
"I was a fool," Javier cried, burying his head into his knees. "I thought I would be understood without words. But it's too fucking late now. I can't go back! I can't! How can I ask anyone to love me when all I do is beg to be left …show more content…
I smoke the air you exhale because you throw it out in an ungrateful sigh, but the world is full of beautiful instances you are just unaware of. The world will continue to seem dissatisfying and stale only because the world is a reflection of your inner being: the unconscious. The moment you become happy, so will the world."
He sighed, giving into Michael's pull, and read, "Awkward, and almost always the idiot / savant, mutant, retard, I / travel my own effervescent weather, / in my underwater / vessel, my sweet / mars, and soundless / daydream, magical sweep of Rimbaudian / reverie. Always / clumsy, and guileless, mind- / blind, and deathly shy."
He wanted to speak, but he found himself choking on the words that tried to come out. As he struggled to breathe, he decided to swallow the words instead.
“Isn’t it funny how day by day nothing changes, but when you look back, everything is different?"
"I will embrace rapture in my damnation."
"You ruin your life by desensitizing yourself. We are all afraid to say too much, to feel too deeply, to let people know what they mean to us. Caring is not synonymous with crazy. Expressing to someone how special they are to you will make you vulnerable. There is no denying that. However, that is nothing to be ashamed