295 Quotes by Isaac Marion

Can we really choose anything?' 'Maybe. If we want to bad enough.

I'm alone, stumbling through the city in the dark, trying not to let the night freeze my blood.

God has made us study partner. We need to talk about our project.

It's not like I'm such a shiny happy person either, you know? I'm a wreck too, I'm just... still alive.

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

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.

What happened to the world was gradual. I've forgotten what it actually was, but I have faint, fetal memories of what it was like. A smoldering dread that never really caught fire till there wasn't much left to burn. Each sequential step surprised us. Then one day we woke up, and everything was gone.

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

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.