Isaac Marion Quotes

In my mind I am eloquent; I can climb intricate scaffolds of words to reach the highest cathedral ceilings and paint my thoughts. But when I open my mouth, everything collapses.

I want to change my punctuation. I long for exclamation marks, but I'm drowning in ellipses.

I want a new past,new memories, a new first handshake with love. I want to start over in every possible way.

My friend "M" says the irony of being a zombie is that everything is funny, but you can't smile, because your lips have rotted off.

We are where we are, however we got here. What matters is where we go next.

Here it comes. My inevitable death, ignoring me all those years when I wished for it daily, arriving only after I've decided I want to live forever.

We smile, because this is how we save the world.

Music? Music is life! It’s physical emotion - you can touch it! It’s neon ecto-energy sucked out of spirits and switched into sound waves for your ears to swallow. Are you telling me, what, that it’s boring? You don’t have time for it?

There is no ideal world for you to wait around for. The world is always just what it is now, and it's up to you how you respond to it.

Every experience, good or bad, is a priceless collector's item.

I wonder how well she sleeps at night, and what kind of dreams she has. I wish I could step into them like she steps into mine.

I would like my life to be a movie so I could cut to a montage.

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.

...wanting change is step one, but step two is taking it.

But it does make me sad that we've forgotten our names. Out of everything, this seems to me the most tragic. I miss my own and I mourn for everyone else's, because I'd like to love them, but I don't know who they are.

I crush her against me. I want to be part of her. Not just inside her but all around her. I want our rib cages to crack open and our hearts to migrate and merge. I want our cells to braid together like living thread.

I notice faint scars on her wrists and forearms, thin lines too symmetrical to be accidents.

The past is made out of facts...I guess the future is just hope.

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.

I can’t seem to make myself care about anything to the right or left of the present.

Life only makes any sense if we can see time how God does. Past, present, and future all at once.

You should always be taking pictures, if not with a camera then with your mind. Memories you capture on purpose are always more vivid than the ones you pick up by accident.

Deep under our feet the Earth holds its molten breath, while the bones of countless generations watch us and wait.

I'm watching her talk. Watching her jaw move and collecting her words one by one as they spill from her lips. I don't deserve them. Her warm memories. I'd like to paint them over the bare plaster walls of my soul, but everything I paint seems to peel.

We're fumbling in the dark, but at least we're in motion.